Sex and the Spirit
Friends’ Friday – Hooray! I’ve been lucky enough to meet up with my Brit Babe buddies on a couple of occasions and it always delights me to talk with a group of ladies who take the erotic seriously – I don’t mean in a grave or pompous kind of way but – this is a worthwhile, exciting genre and we’ve got things to say and explore about human nature – way. All of the erotica writers I’ve met seem to share this feeling.
I’ve always believed that sex and sensuality play a hugely important part of being human – and this extends, for me at least, right through to spirituality. Victoria and I have had lovely discussions about this too and to be able to explore our sensual minds, bodies and spirits through erotica is a very beautiful thing – isn’t that right Ms B!
Taking Flight is my new erotic novel which really explores the realms of sex and the soul and where the boundaries between physicality and spirituality are blurred. In this story, my leading couple know that one day, fate will part them so they want to go beyond the physical, to create a bond that will survive all separation. A bond even stronger than love where they can meet, if only briefly, on another plane.
I’m not sure I’m describing it very well – so I’ll stop now and give you a snippet… ;)
This is where my leading couple Deborah and Marcus talk of this ultimate unity for the first time. They have been introduced to the concept by an older couple they met in the forest…
‘What do you mean? We do belong to each other.’ Deborah reached up and cupped his jaw.
‘Yes, I know,’ he said, bringing her even closer in to him. ‘But I want a bond that transcends all else. I want to know that no matter where we are, who we’re with, or what we’re doing, the bond between us will be unbreakable.’ ‘You’re not making sense, Marcus, and I’m tired.’ She tugged herself free and rolled to face away from him, suddenly offended at what he had said. ‘It’s like you’re dismissing what we already have. And I think we’ve got something pretty special.’ She was angry, but again she’d confused her own state of mind and realised what she felt was fear. What Marcus was saying scared her. He’d been making plans for when they were captured and separated. She started to cry. He was there, holding her, soothing her.
‘Birch and Hazel have been preparing their bond for months, years even.’ He cradled and pulled her around to face him once more. ‘They want to know that, no matter what happens to their physical selves, they will always be together spiritually. They are striving to reach an emotional unity so intense that when they come, they are each other.’ ‘You know I’m a scientist, right?’ Deborah smiled and poked him, trying to get him to see how crazy he sounded. ‘Yes, and I’m a sceptical agnostic, but you can’t deny they are amazing.’
Deborah brought the past few days – could it be weeks? – to mind. The discussions the four of them had around the fire each night were philosophical, theological, sexual, scientific; never personal. Neither couple had inquired about the other’s situation or reasons for being there, exiled in the wood, or ventured their own story. It was like the code of the forest. It actually freed up a lot of space for getting right into the debates on life, existence, and all the good stuff. Deborah had found it scintillating and refreshing and had relished the talks. Marcus, though, seemed to have gleaned a lot more about the sexual spiritual side than she had. While she’d been thinking about the existence of God, he’d been wondering about fucking. She smiled to herself; she could only think after the best, most intense orgasm of her life that one of them had been the fool all this time, and it wasn’t him.
‘So how do we do it?’ She racked her brains and could only conclude that he must have been having private talks with Birch while they’d been out together hunting. She had to ask him. ‘Are you and Birch fucking?’
‘Are you and Hazel?’ His response was lightning fast and she had not been expecting a counter-attack. She blushed to the very roots of her hair.
‘But you want to, right?’ he asked, boring into her with his stare.
‘No!’ She was shocked. They’d never had an exchange like this before. It felt like it was rocking their foundations. ‘Well, yes – God, I don’t know. Maybe?’ She dropped her head into her armpit in horror at her admission.
He lifted her face so gently it made her weep. ‘Me too. I wanted Birch.’ He paused to correct himself. ‘I want Birch.’ She sobbed.
‘But only with my body. I’ve never felt like this. It feels like a freedom.’ As he spoke his eyes lit up and she could feel his heart quicken beneath his shirt. ‘This is what our society is, a polyamorous one. I’ve never thought it made sense before until I met these two. Birch has taught me the beauty of it. It doesn’t diminish our love, it makes it stronger.’
‘I still don’t understand.’ She was sobbing, but their fingers were laced through each other’s as they spoke. ‘Well, here’s the theory.’ He sat up cross-legged and Deborah did the same. ‘If we manage to make the unity bond – that is, come together so hard our spirits could slip past physicality and into each other’s, even just for a second – it means that it will happen again with every orgasm we have. Even by ourselves, or with different people – a part of our spirit will always meet at that point. It’s a beautiful thing.’
Deborah did her very best to suspend her disbelief long enough to agree that, in theory, it actually was a beautiful thing.
‘So what happened today, then? Was that part of this unity bonding?’
‘Yes,’ Marcus admitted, looking a little sheepish.
‘Were they both in on it?’ Deborah was battling with herself again, wanting to be angry, wanting to feel betrayed, but in truth, she was excited. Three people working on a plan for her sexual nirvana: she couldn’t help it, she felt honoured. ‘I wish you’d told me, I’m your lover, your life partner.’ She was trying hard to conjure up the anger she knew really ought to be there but just couldn’t.
‘Yes, I know. But if I’d talked to you about it and you didn’t want to try, or were appalled, it might have changed something between us. And I never wanted that to happen.’
‘So you got Hazel to seduce me?’
‘No.’ He looked embarrassed. ‘Well, yes. If you’d told her to stop, or hadn’t responded to her advances, it would have ended there.’
Now Deborah felt guilty and blushed once more.
‘No, don’t, don’t feel bad,’ he said, beaming at her, ‘I’m glad, and proud. And anyway, I knew you would.’ ‘How?’ Deborah frowned. ‘How could you have known I would?’ She didn’t like to be so predictable.
‘Well –’ he leant in to her ear, sending the tiny hairs vibrating as he spoke ‘– that night I was fucking you, when I mentioned her sexy little hand going up inside you, you got so wet …’ As if to push the point, he reached down and grabbed her whole mound, slipping a finger in between the still moist lips and rotating it in her depths…
Four generations from now, toxins are ravaging the land and the future of mankind is in peril. The surviving men are being rounded up and taken to holding facilities. Research scientist, Dr Deborah Regan is hoping to stabilise the decreasing male population before her lover, Marcus becomes one of those taken away.
When the authorities come looking for Marcus, Deborah abandons her research to go on the run with her lover. They flee to the forests where they stumble across a couple who are intent on finding an ultimate sexual union where at the point of climax their spirits break free from their bodies and unite. Plunged into a life of lust and survival, Deborah soon realises she can easily slip into this trancelike state and she and Marcus set out to create a transcendent bond of their own. Can they achieve the ultimate unity before fate separates them for good?
An erotic dystopian fantasy following a young couple trying to elude capture and separation. The prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly.
In a dying world – is love the only means of true survival?
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Thanks again for having me Victoria x x x