If you misunderstand your mind, you are an ordinary mortal; if you understand your mind, you are a sage.

In this it makes no difference whether you are a male or female, old or young, smart or simple.

-Jakushitsu

The morass of entity kept swirling.  At the same time he had enjoined it completely and linked it astrally to his chakric circuits and meridians.  Now the city’s mind was with his and it longed to find itself commanded.  What can he do with this?  He didn’t really want to control anyone or anything.  It did not seem necessary for any particular reason or relating to very many sequences of events.  Perhaps the awe that consumed him prevented this.  He would have to contemplate later and see what came up.  Maybe traffic control manipulations to move more efficiently, quickly and safely?  Maybe infrastructural improvements would get more obvious?  Things would clarify as his consideration toward meditation went further.                                                                    
   

He felt so tired now and felt his libido rise and fall like a serpent up and down his spine.  It seemed time to go to the place he woke up in that felt like a former home.  Maybe the red haired woman would come over for a return fuck a thon, maybe someone new.

The entity receded and his astral connect receded into him on the park bench.  He walked to his car and drove home.  The sky seemed clear.  So very clear that more of the billons of stars sparkled in the night, the endless night.

At the former, so it seemed, home the warmth and inviting feelings almost overwhelmed him.  He stripped off his clothes and crawled into the firm high bed only to find a warm body smelling of female sexual fluid.  She moaned and sighed rolling on her side, flipping a leg over his thighs while his dick hardened and lengthened up to his navel.  Not the red head this one.  Her skin texture seemed thicker and her hair glistened black in the moonlight, peeking through the shades.  His nearest hand sent a long gentle, smooth caress from just below her ear lobe down the curve of her ribs over her waist and across her belly, so hard and smooth it made his cock throb, pushing the dewdrop of pre semen out with its attendant odor.  She moaned again almost accented like Mexican American, his thumb and fore finger parting her pussy lips finding her clitoris to roll and massage with intuitively discerned pressures.  So slippery soft and wet, his opposite hand found her vulva as he turned toward her on his side, sliding down for better leverage and entering her with the first two fingers and beginning the vent massage on her G-Spot.  She squirted almost immediately into her first set of orgasms and he could no longer wait, mounting her, his dick instinctively finding the opening and teasing its entrance while his clit hand continued the massage.  Now the high speed jackhammer strokes began…