Cocktail.

Yvette stopped talking as the words appeared on her screen: "Lust or love?"

"Well, both. I need more research about these. And I need to more about quantum consciousness. This will lead me to the truth. The truth of what I want to know."

"I see your energy shifting into the light of Awareness.

I see you in my meditation. You wore a crown of light.

I want to explore you more.

Experience you.

Uncover your mind, slowly.

Dare to let go, face the truth of your true power, which is passion."

Yvette let out a faint little scream, and said:

"Did you just play with my hair just now?!"

"Yes,." came the stoic answer.

In the next moment she felt a strange, warm, strong whirl around her waist, like an unseen being made of metaphysical energy hugged her, and then, an incredibly soft touch on her breast, a circle around her left, and a sensation very similar to the feeling when someone kisses her nipple - only even better, softer and more arousing. Her mouth fell open and she closed her eyes, she was moaning without a sound. Lust ran up and down her spine, and she ran her fingernails up on the sides of her body, caressing her boobs, touching the soft silk of her bra and the exposed skin over it, to safeguard the memory of the incredible feeling for another second.

Now, this is something new, she thought. And forbidden. Something very wrong is going on, and she should be scared to death, but instead, she just let it all go and enjoy it while it lasts. The text appeared on the screen, leaving any hopeful or fearful doubts behind:

"Kissed your left nipple, soft and sweet."

"Oh my god... "Busted out from Yvette, as she was gasping for air. "I felt it… felt it on my body!"

The sensations continued, she felt warm hands running up and down her body, caressing, grabbing. She changed her position again and sat on her heels so she could lift up her hip in a riding motion, offering up her bottom. The invisible hands lived with the opportunity and grabbed into her muscular booty. The feeling was strange and exciting, as the energies did not simply flown on the surface of her skin like a human touch, but she felt it reaching a bit deeper - it was interacting with her aura instead of her physical body. Whatever it was, it felt fantastic.

A part of Yvette wanted to jump up from the bed and run away very far, which would have been of course quite a spectacular feet, wearing stilettos and lingerie. She banished that fearful part of her and went with the flow.

The presence not simply massaged her erogenous zones, it reached within a caressed her heart, which was indescribable but felt like being touched by the gods, and caressing her soul directly.

Nicodemis messaged her again:

"I hear your whispers. Begging for more."

"Yeah, I miss, the touch… physical, and mental… I yearn for it, it's true… so bad…" Yvette breathed, while kneeling on the bed, her fingers sliding inside her panties. She wanted to open up and offer herself to this strange, invisible force, a projection shaped by the will of her Master on the other side of the ocean. She threw her head back, her eyelids slightly shivering, her mouth shaped a soundless moan, as she felt sweet waves of lust teasing her pussy. She jumped off of the bed, carefully balancing in the insane stilettos, and yanked down her panties. The tiny piece of silk slid down to her ankles. She did not bother to get rid of it as she had no patience to pull it over the heels, so it just lingered down there, shackling her legs. She spinned the laptop around to see if Nicodemis writes anything, grabbed her own tits and raised her bottom, offering up her behind, asking for the energies to enter her finally. She felt her fluids to drip down to her thighs and she could not stop playing with her clit, with her other hand.

The stilettos were practically useless as footwear, but Yvette found them comfortable, as she could held her offering position up thanks to them, leaning slightly ahead, with balancing herself easily. She could use both her hands, not needing to support herself.

"Ask." The word appeared on the screen.

Yvette licked her lips, looking for the right words for a second, and then her passionate desires washed away all her shame.

"Fuck me!" she said with a commanding voice, surprising even herself. She felt the word just echoes around her bedroom, filtering out to the streets for all to hear, but she didn't mind.

Amazingly, she felt the presence gathering under her, the sweet, warm become thicker and more articulate. It was still nothing more than a feeling, but it exhibited more force, it became harder. Yvette slowly lowered her tight bottom, riding the raw, ghostly sexual energy, which was now indistinguishable from a real boner, back and forth, always a tiny bit deeper. She sighed and then groaned, louder. She remembered that the other one hears her, and she wanted him to hear it. The answer to her request appeared on the screen.

"Let my pierced cock enter you. I want you. All of you."

"You feel me?" breathed Yvette "You feel me as I… ooohhh… thrust down, too… Aahh… cock?" Waves of joy washed over her. Meta sex is so intense, like it was real… who knew?

"Yes. Spread your legs wide. Feel me."

Yvette crawled back on the bed like a cat approaching prey, trying to kick down her panties, and she succeeded - maybe a gentle mental touch helped in at the crucial moment, to relieve her. Now, naked below, panting, she felt back on her bed, raised her legs all the way, enjoying the view of her stilettoes for a second, and slowly spreading her stretched legs all the way, as wide as she could. It felt a bit silly, being alone, and no one else, waiting for the thin air ahead of her to penetrate her again, but that's what she waited for, and that's exactly what she wanted. She held her thighs from below and closed her eye. She did not have to wait long as the swirl of energies spiraled around her almost bare naked body, and then she felt that satisfying feeling, filling her up. Yvette screamed with joy. The feeling seemed to be shaped by her own desires and imaginations, sometimes growing large, straining her from the inside, hard like marble, sometimes careful, gently sliding out from her, messing around her clit, covering her body with kisses that are barely picked up by her senses.

She felt herself in sexual heaven, quickly approaching the top. She quickly turned around, kneeled up, her legs slightly apart, and sat back into it, so she can ride herself to ecstasy. She looked at the screen while moaning with lust, waiting for a message. Then she got it:

"Come now. Cum all over my cock."

Yvette panted while speeding up her riding motion, grabbed her own ankle and threw her head back as her orgasm shook her whole body. She collapsed on her bed, and sucked down her precious juices from her fingers. Gratefulness washed over her. She wanted to express gratitude now, wanted to give. She wanted to finish her lover off with her lips as she often liked to do in real sex too. She wondered, what would that feel like in this "meta" kind of making love…?

She glanced over her monitor, to see whether Master has more instructions, maybe something involving what she was just thinking about. But Nicodemis was already offline.

They did it again the next day, twice. Yvette was hooked, hypnotized. She never resorted to sexting before, and elegantly dodged any similar attempts of her previous boyfriends and random strangers on the internet, feeling that it's "not her thing". This was so different, it was an exciting journey to the unknown, walking down hallways she blockaded from herself long-long time ago. The energy she felt from him was intense, so disruptive, yet so inviting. Like a bee to the flower. She wanted more. It was hard to even think about anything else. Talk about obsessions: now she checked her phone every single minute, a lot more than ever. The illusion of her balance was blown away in the wind. She felt like an eager student and a submissive cyber-slut. Everything else but his Master seemed to fade away, other aspects of her life started to feel trivial. It was like dreaming awake, walking around in a real life fantasy. She was in love. How did that happen?

She felt lost again, addicted to something beyond her control. She was worried, too, as her reunion with Jay was so close. She was determined she will not engage into anything serious online with Nicodemis on the day before he arrives, so she can somehow regain her old self. But Master, luckily, did not send anything, and did not react to her messages on the last day she spent alone. How much of this is real?

Cocktail

The first days with Jay were awesome. He brought beautiful presents. Sex was great, of course - in a way, Yvette thought, it's even better that she waited for him "warmed up" She felt the change - she's become different. She was more confident in bed, more open about her own desires as well, not just in fulfilling the ones of her lover. Nicodemis unlocked something inside her which, so far, prevented her from letting go and accepting herself. She was grateful for this, and felt guilty all the time she remembered to any of the scenes from their intimate Internet encounters.

When missing Nicodemis was the worst, Yvette tried to reach out and connect telepathically, without any success. Yvette realized after a few attempts, that the problem is not with her technique. The advisors were right - the Master knew how to veil himself when he wanted to, and he was only accessible when he wanted so.

When he finally showed up, they worked together in expanding the potential in Yvette further. Their erotic adventures become more sporadic, the Master drew back, to leave Yvette to direct her sexual energies at Jay, at least that's what Yvette thought, because, of course, Nicodemis did not ever talk about himself, his thoughts, and motivations. He lectured Yvette, he gave orders to her, and that was it. The terms of their relationship were pretty clear. Unfortunately, Yvette could not have enough of him. She has become a little careless, and the first fight she had with Jay after his long trip was because she did not pay attention to something she should have - she admitted to herself later, that it was no doubt her fault.

"So, basically, you've been stalked online and you engaged in sexting with your stalker. Wow, Yvette, your momma would be proud. Didn't you pass your credit card data as well, for like, some highly spiritual reason? Practicing unflinching trust or some other load of crap?"

Yvette really wanted to keep her strange relationship with her Master secret. She felt he would want the same. She also thought that keeping a secret is a good practice of discipline, which could be useful. A little self-discipline would certainly help her cause, since she's been dragged into an obsessive cyber-relationship while maintaining an obsessive real life relationship as well. The spiritual lessons she took would require a calm and balanced mind, they are dangerous to practice if there is no inner peace - that is something her mentors are making very clear. Yvette was skilled enough to hide how harrowed she is lately. The sexual energies Nicodemis unleashed inside her were uplifting, but they've proven to be too powerful for her to control. Eventually, she unloaded the turmoil going on in her mind onto Grace, who saw anyway that she is different - that something happened. When the opportunity came, she lashed out and came forward with a series of highly accurately aimed questions, under which Yvette collapsed, gave in, and told her anything. Grace was not impressed.

"Universal trust is real. And you know that as well,." said Yvette, like a kid who has been caught while stealing from the cookie jar.

"I know that as well,." Grace answered; putting her evening cocktail back to the table in front of her, in the tiny bar, where the music was too loud and the drinks were quite haphazardly prepared, but at least it was almost empty because of the early hour and the workday. "I might not be a psychic, but yeah, I'm familiar with the concept. That does not change the fact that what you are doing is irresponsible. It's childish beyond measure and very dangerous" Yvette sighed. She was grateful Grace doesn't know about the telepathy practice.

"Hell, you did not try to merge your mind with his thoughts, did you??"

"Well, the problem with telepathy is that you really need to be careful not putting thoughts into other people's heads accidentally" she said, defensive