I imagine playing with you slowly. At first you just close your eyes and try to relax.

The sensation is nice. Just nice and tingly. Then you feel that the innocuous touch becomes arousal. It continues until you squirm. Your fingers grasp the sheets and you start to shudder but I stop and you wonder why. It's only the beginning of the marathon.

The body has limits. The mind is weaker and has it's own limits. But the soul is ever strong. When the soul has a glimpse of Nirvana, the Fields of Ambrosia, it demands more. Please more. There are more powerful forces than time and space. The awakening comes to the few.

Don't misunderstand me. I don't boast. I'm just saying that it's true. And it's a lofty goal to experience.