Friends of the Soul
By Eris Vs. Eros
A Poor Porn Production
September 3, 2001
Copyright 2001, All Rights Reserved.

"She took me to the woods, and said 'here comes something and it feels so good' and just like a dog I was befriended. I was befriended." - Lincoln Duncan

Amid the chaos of our feelings, sometimes things can work out right. There is so much talk of love, and chastity. Every love movie seems to be about one lover being "untrue". I find this to be bull shit. Untrue, is when you lie to your lover, not when you love another person.

Lish has been my girlfriend for a while. We sometimes are closer, and sometimes further. But we have always truly cared for one another. We are friends. Intimate friends. But we recognize that there are other people in the world as well, and just because we may have feelings for others also, it does not diminish the feelings we have for each other.

Last SCA event proved that point. (For those unfamiliar with the SCA, it is similar to Renaissance Fairs) Lish and I went together, as it is one passion we both share. We spent some time together during the first day, but when night came and the joyous parties started to take place, our paths for that evening diverged.

Lish is a fond partier, and soon had taken up a game of tablaro, which as a drinking game goes, gets you drunker the more you win. While my description is to come, I will preface this story letting you know that through means she also found a partner for the evening. But stories, like our consciousness, must go only one step at a time. So this is my story for the evening. Maybe I will write hers later.

I decided to simply slip off and find private conversation. Wandering around the events, I found many households taken to revalry. Some drunken outright parties, others with bardic circles around campfires, and some with people in hushed conversations. But none of these had the welcome that I desired for the moment. But my journey was not in vain, because finally I was blessed to find the Lady Allilian at a fire alone in her camp. "Permission to enter", I called in the traditional manner and politeness, although I knew the answer. "Why of course my friend", came the reply from her.

I had met Lady about a year ago, at another event, and knew her a little. Tonight though we would go deeper. (I should note there that Lady Allilian is the name she goes by in the SCA as her persona. But to keep things simple, I will not introduce her mundane name). "Tis a pity you are all alone this evening", I said in my best (worst) old English accent. From that point our conversation started. First with the bit of small talk about how she was keeping watch of the fire, for her encampment, while everyone else went off to party. Small talk to me is kind of like foreplay, or in fact maybe those events that happen before foreplay, it is only the beginning of the true intellectual intercourse.

From those basic introductions, which sets the stage for the evening. We quickly moved to the more interesting, deep, and meaningful topics of where we were in life. (Not the crap about what we are doing for work, that was for the small talk phase, but to who we are.) Good conversation is like good sex. It can leave you completely fulfilled, with a sensation of wonder and delight. I was lucky because tonight's conversation would lead into both roads of fulfillment.

Being candid with each other in who we were, the topic invariably moved to our sexuality. Which is a topic that to me is important as who we are. It is part of the life flow, and is it's own flow. Even if you are not describing male to female copulation, there is always the flow. A flow that moves in both directions, like every flow really does. (I will not wane too philosophical on this point at the moment). So as our minds were intertwined, our bodies started to move towards that direction. Move towards unity, or at least uniting, as two waves move into phase, and strengthen the rhythm.

Starting with massage, loosening the bonds of our daily lives, being in this semi-fantasy world. We rubbed out the worries and stress that our lives pick up from our daily mundane interactions. Our skin can be a thin layer to our soul. Not a wall, but a doorway. Our pores felt our touches. Felt the gripping hands , the tenderness, and the pressure. We stripped slowly in undress, and moved our bodies more fully, with the warmth of friction, the warmth in our muscle. This act was not an immediate, dramatic event, but the natural course of the river of the evening. With each layer of our clothing being removed as each layer of our our defenses moved away, and we became closer.

From the massage, that was now in our nudity, in our purity of body, we moved forward, our bodies coming in closer contact. My mouth came down, with warm kisses, little licks, and tiny love bites over her shoulder and on to her neck. Drifting from behind, to the front, and up to fully kiss her the way of the french. Hugging her dearly. Eyes closed, and breath hard, moving down her gentle figure, past her delicious breasts, to the sculpture of her pussy. I came down directly to her clit, but was only there fore a moment, directing my attentions, then outward, to her thighs, and using tongue, and finger to slightly tickle, but not uncomfortable. Just arousing, her movements back into my mind. My heavy breath upon her silk skin. We are through the door.

I move around my body further, to a 69. Which is really a co-mutual massage of our sex. Orally we probe, and prod, and create wonderful sensations of the body in each other. Finally moving to the object, I slip my tongue through her slit, and move up, to the hood, upside down that it is. And after a few more flicks, I feel the earth shake under my body, as her body quivers with the wild hot spring of orgasm. I am close, and I feel my own mini orgasm. Not that I have cum yet, but a thrill does moves through my spine.

We gently lay apart from each other for a moment, but still in contact, and then I move around, and place my hands in her hair. How delightful that still is, and kiss her forehead. And looking into her eyes, I enter. Back and forth in motion. The drums in the background from the parties on pirate ships, is our music, and we plow to the rhythm. Row in this sea of energy. And time is gentle. And I hate to use words over again, because it isn't that it is simply a repetition, so please dear reader, take each word like a drop of love, and tenderly absorb, slowly devour this description.

Back, I feel my spine tingle, and my legs muscles warm, as I push in. Her walls tight around me. Breath, deep, heavy and hot. Rhythm, and music, sperm flowing into the condom. Our bodies still intertwined.

And it does not stop there. Tenderness still flows. As we lay together, united. Touching, united. Being united, I kiss her lips. And feel her breath in me. Our minds united. Our souls united.