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Full Moon Sex Magic

By: PsychedelicFlower

When I opened the door I didn't even recognize her. She was holding her body differently. Her eyes were hollow almost. She kept blinking her eyes shut, couldn't keep direct eye contact. She was shaky like she was going to pass out. I was startled. This did not look like hyper whatever arousal, this looked like a medical emergency.

"Please, come in, sit down. Do you want some water?" I motioned to the living room, ushering her through the door.

"Is this still okay?" She said, hesitating just inside the doorway.

"Yeah, yes. Umm...just, come in." I stumbled through my words trying to orient and remember our conversation from a few days ago. We were drinking at a bar, a few drinks in so the memory is fuzzy. We started talking about astrology and full moons and shit and she got really serious. I'm not really into that stuff so I didn't think too much of it but she started talking about how the full moon really affects her. I've known this girl for a while, we used to work together.

I know she's into full moon stuff and brings in handmade cough syrup for people when they are sick. She kind of considers herself a witch. She's super attractive and smart, so when she started talking about being sexually charged during full moons I chalked it up to some serious flirtation. She talked a little shyly about some big energy portal thing that changes her consciousness or something like that.

"Hyperconscious arousal state" I remembered her saying. I also remember asking her if it was just like being super honey. She said it felt more like overwhelming cosmic energy. Her body gets very sensitive, her mouth goes dry, and she gets this unbearable amount of desire weighing on her. Of course, I joked that I would volunteer as tribute to help her offload some of that weight but I guess it wasn't a joke to her. That is when she got pretty serious about it.

"It is intoxicating and heavy. I don't know how to navigate it. It pushes against my skin from the inside out. It consumes me, burns me to the core. My vision darkens and drops out of focus. I feel drunk, altered, heightened, unconscious, and hyper-aware at the same time. It is primal and exquisite, but at the same time frightening. It is like the onset of taking acid in that things become so drastically different that you wonder if you will ever be the same again."

I could tell that it was actually frightening for her, she was basically shaking right there as she talked about it. I stopped teasing and just told her that she could call me or come over if anything like that ever happened again.

What else was I supposed to do? I don't know much about what she was talking about, but at least I could be a good friend in the moment. She muttered into her drink, something along the lines of taking me up on the offer to share energy next full moon, and we left it at that.

That was about 10 days ago. Now here she was, 11 pm on a full moon night, sitting on my couch with her feet curled under, shoes already kicked off, looking like hell. I watched as she rolled her head all the way back to rest on the couch edge. There was an effort in the way she held her body. The exposed line of her neck cough my attention and I immediately became hard. Suddenly the room felt heavy and I began to feel a warm sensation in my stomach.

My mouth went dry and I felt a little faint. What the fuck?! She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and I made a little whimpering sound to myself as every cell in my body pulsed. I was transfixed by the rise and fall of her chest. I lost focus, forgot what I was doing as I watched her labored breathing. After a few moments, I realized that I was still staring at her, suspended in the hallway.

My heart was pounding and I felt a little embarrassed for being so disoriented. This was crazy. Is this what she meant? Is this what she feels? Could this be the energy sharing that she was talking about? I let my breath out slowly, steadying myself, and made my way to the kitchen for water.

I've always been attracted to her, she is stunning, but this was different. This was more than attraction, It was magnetism.

It is as if my rational thinking brain just melted into a more primal operating system. Now I get what she meant when she said it felt heavy and hard to navigate. I could feel it layering over me getting heavier and heavier. I needed to sit down. Back on the couch, I handed her the glass of water. She blinked her eyes open and took a few sips. I sat on the couch next to her in complete conflict. What do I do?

The way she held her body I could tell she was struggling against something uncomfortable. If I really was feeling her energy, sharing it, then the way I felt at this moment confirmed it. Itchy from the inside out; hot from the core. My skin felt tight and tense, begging for a touch of someone who could melt the tension. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, especially if this is what she was experiencing too, but it felt dangerous.

What I knew was that she was holding an immense amount of energy within her, what I felt was that she wanted more than anything to let it loose but was afraid of what that might mean. Somehow I knew that sharing this energy had to be done delicately. It was consuming her, making her body twitch and shake ever so slightly in the seat next to me. 15 minutes went by; she held it together well.

I breathed in slowly and tried not to stare at her. The strength and reservation she showed was so fucking hot and I was more than intrigued. I began to think, how do I stroke this ember without burning us both down? Could there be a way to feel into this without totally ruining the friendship?

Part of the intrigue was this intense desire I felt to help relieve her suffering. I wanted more than anything at that moment to be the one to help her. After all, she did disclose to me, she did come here for my help, right? I wanted so much to be her release. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be the one she trusted enough to completely relax with this. The other part was selfish, primal maybe; a desire to feel more of what she was feeling. I wanted to be drowning in this feeling with her. I made the decision that I would do both, gently at first, and then I would figure it out as we went. I finally made a move about 30 minutes in.
"Would it help if you had a little contact?" I asked as I leaned back on the couch and offered my chest with open arms.

I was sitting in the corner of the couch with my legs wide, she could easily sit between them and cuddle up. She blinked her eyes open and looked at me timidly. She rolled the idea of contact through her mind. I could see her shudder at the possibility. My heart raced and the warmth of anticipation spread through my guts, but I tried to keep calm and cool. "Come here, let me hold you," I said softly, "if it's too much, we can stop." She breathed out slowly. I nodded in encouragement as she slowly crawled between my legs and laid against my chest. My hands gently made contact with her back.

The feeling was electric. My body was throbbing with need right away. I swallowed to suppress a moan and closed my eyes. If I could just relax into this moment, maybe it would be enough. The weight of her against me was delicious. I fought through it, making as little movement as possible until I could feel her tension begin to soften. We stayed in silence, breathing together.

Soon the need to experience her was blinding. Even though I tried not to, my mind raced with thoughts of what it would be like to taste her, to feel her, to hear her sounds of pleasure. I traced my palm slowly down her back. She curled her fingers into my shirt at my side. She stiffened and her breath quickened, but she didn't protest. On the way back up her spine, I used just my fingertips. Her skin prickled with goosebumps. She was fidgety, slightly rubbing her hip into my erection.

She must have felt how hard I was. She must have known I was aching for her. Somehow I continued with the soft touch on her back even though I desperately wanted to grip her hips tightly and squeeze her body against mine. I had the strangest urge to squeeze her to me until our bodies were one thing. I heard the slightest sound of pleasure hum through her chest. My heart lurched, the sound shook me. She shifted slightly and nuzzled into me. I swallowed hard; I was at my breaking point.

"God, I want you so badly." I breathed. Her eyes shot up and she looked sternly at me. "Is this too much for you?" She said as she sat up, creating a bit of distance between us.

Her absence was painful. I felt the addiction to her in my veins. Craving washed over me. "No, no, please" I begged her. " I want more, not less." I sat up to meet her, searching her eyes. "I can handle more.", I said as I rubbed my hand slowly up her thigh. "Let me carry more for you," I whispered as I bent my head and touched my lips to her neck ever so slightly.

She tensed once more, fighting the energy, fighting the urge to give in, but she didn't back away. I took this as a green light. With one hand pressed to her back and one griping her thigh, I leaned into her, lowering her onto her back on the couch slowly. I shifted and hovered above her just out of touch. "Let me be your relief tonight." I whispered into her ear. "Please".

With that last little earnest request, she became undone. "Okay, yes." She whispered. I felt the energy shift, opening and expanding, pulling me under into an even deeper intoxicating desire. She gripped my arms and trembled like a leaf trying to maintain control as her energy transformed the air in the room. I wanted to fully possess this moment and show her how hungry for her I was, so I grabbed her hips and pulled her body underneath mine on the couch. I brushed my lips down her neck to her collar bone.

Her head fell back to give me better access and she let out a sound, a mix of frustration and pleasure. "oh my god" she whimpered and squeezed my wrists. The energy contracted with slight hesitation. "Wait, maybe I should..." she started to protest, anxiety rose around her as she became frantic to hold onto control.

Continuing on could mean being past the point of no return for her. I could not wait to get there, she still needed a little more assurance.
I paused and let up a little. "You can go, we can stop, we can slow down"

I managed to say. I can't even believe I was able to say that out loud. It would have killed me to see her leave. She didn't make a move to leave so I continued brushing my lips softly across her chest and nuzzling my forehead to her bare skin.

"Or stay. Let go, it's okay, I've got you. This is what you wanted me here for." I reminded her.
She nodded her head just slightly, breathlessly, and relaxed back onto the couch. I nodded back, determined to slow down and make this work for her. I could muster what little self-control I had left to make it feel good for both of us.

I lifted her shirt over her head and undid her bra. I could have lost my mind right here just taking in the sight of her taut nipples, except I could hardly see her through my desire to touch her. My mouth watered and my skin tingled. I continued to undress her until she was lying completely naked, exposed, expectant on my couch. Her body radiated heat as her chest heaved heavy half-breaths. She still had her reservations but I could tell that she desperately wanted my touch. At this point it, stopping now would have been torturous.

Her skin was on fire, her smell intoxicating. Every touch I placed with extreme intention, a mix of power and caress, slowly allowing her to unfold for me and relax into the intensity of the energy that we were building. I traced her sternum down between her breast as she arched up for my touch. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each time I touched her intentionally and with control, I proved to her my trustworthiness.

The touch was gentle but the result was electric like I was releasing a bit of steam where ever my fingers trailed. She sank a little deeper into yielding, and as she relaxed into my care I sank with her. We were drowning in this energy until there were no longer thoughts, just sensation, and intuition.

I tasted her lips, her skin, her breasts, her sex. I took my time to explore her beautiful exposed nakedness with my mouth. I sucked her nipples until they were taught and tingling. I dipped my fingers into her velvety center, marveling at the reactions I got as I sought and found her G spot.

I watched the edges of her body Intensify with orgasm and then soften as my heart pounded and my body begged for more sensation. The feeling of her wetness closing around my fingers had me buzzing, and like a phantom touch, I could almost feel her around my cock. It was agonizing.

I followed the feeling of desire to every inch of her body with my hands, my tongue, my intention. She opened to me so that I could feel the full extent of her burden of desire.

She moved with me expertly. The amount of pleasure I was receiving from just feeling her was bordering on painfully intense. So much sensation I didn't know what to do with it. I gripped her to catch my breath and survive the intensity when it rolled in heavy, and then continued with her unfolding when it was manageable. The tides went that way for what seemed like hours.

I had her taste on my tongue, her orgasm dripping from my chin and my fingers, and I was elated but I was not yet satisfied. My cock was still hard and the need to be inside her weighed on me like rocks. She was breathing easier now, comfortably easing back into her body. The energy exchange had shifted and I was carrying more of the desire now.

It was eating me alive. How had she ever managed this on her own before? I swallowed, shaking with need as I continued to taste her. Dipping my tongue into her as she climaxed again. She looked at me knowingly. I looked up at her from between her legs with hot hollow eyes.

"Can I have you?" I said, kissing her inner thigh. "let me make love to you, please." I whispered as my thumbs spread her wide to give my tongue better access. "I need to feel you stretched around me," I said gripping her ass and pulling her sex further into my mouth. I had never been bold enough to vocalize like that before. This time, begging for what I wanted felt like life and death.

I lost track of how long I had been devouring her. Her body became my source of life. I loved the taste of her ecstasy. She whimpered her consent for me to take her fully, running her hands through my hair. I was so ready to take her and she was so hot and wet. I pulled her body under me and entered her gently, slowly, feeling every bit of her resistance with control as she rippled with pleasure. Her eyes darkened and transformed into hollow primal portals. She was no longer seeing me or the room. She was seeing and connecting with the cosmic energy we had created together.

Finally, at last, I felt at home. Her energy rippled around us. Her nails raked my back as I bottomed out, pushing fully into her again and again. It was euphoric. I have never felt any feeling like being fully inside of her. I got the exquisite pleasure of building her need back up with the strokes of my body inside of her.

The sounds she made vibrated like a base in my chest. I moved slowly and deeply, rhythmically in sync with her until I felt her energy change. She bent her knees, pushing her hips into me hungrily with every stroke. Her hands gripped my back to pull me to her as I picked up speed.

The peak was even more intense than anything we had experienced yet that night. She covered us in intense desire. Her body released and convulsed around me in her biggest orgasm yet. It set me on fire. I felt heat flood through my spine and with her body clenching around me, I finally got the release I was craving.

I collapsed onto her, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling her neck as she stroked my back. We laid like that, dripping in sweat and other juices, catching our breath for a while.

My body buzzed. I blinked my eyes and tried to orient to what planet we were on. We were still on the couch! Eventually, I rolled onto my back and rolled her onto my chest. She straddled my hips with her head on my chest. I still felt the little aftershocks of whatever just happened.

I could tell she did too because her breath came out in little whimpers. I grabbed a blanket from the couch and covered us. In minutes she was asleep still laying on my chest. The energy in the room had returned to normal. The energy in my body was completely depleted. The sun was almost up and the full moon was fading. I slept like the dead.

The next morning I woke with a start. She was already up looking bright and sunny. We had made it to bed at some point during the night and I was lying naked under the covers. She sat next to me on the bed and handed me a glass of water and a few little pills. "what is this" I asked. Vitamins, apparently. I suppose I would need them after that night. "Thank you," she said sweetly. I laughed and rubbed my face in disbelief. There were no words I could find to respond to this goddess of cosmic energy letting me be a part of her process and then thanking me after.

She felt great, refreshed, relieved. I, on the other hand, felt bone tired. She left and I slept most of the day. When I got up I grabbed my calendar and marked the full moon down for the next full year, being sure to clear my schedule for that night and the whole next day each month.

Months later I stopped hearing from her. She got into a rhythm of self-care and needed less and less from me. I was surprised when I saw her sitting alone at a coffee shop with her computer open in front of her the next year. I felt it right away when I walked into the room. I didn't have to check my phone for the lunar cycle but I did anyway. It was a full moon.

I caught her eye and that pretty much confirmed it for me. She was struggling. I had no choice but to sit down beside her. We still had that magnetism. Hey! I said although I didn't really have to say anything at all. She looked up at me, frustrated at first, but then sighed and greeted me back. I gently traced a fingertip over her hand. She looked terrified. I smirked. There was less urgency now than there had been the first few times. I took more liberties and decided to tease her a bit more.

The fact that it was in public was new. The fact that we had not seen each other in a while was also a little new. This reunion was a happy accident. I was just starting to feel the effects of the energy sharing but I had a little more control over it, even now. I dipped my finger into the whipped cream in her cup and licked it off slowly. She narrowed her eyes, scoffing at me. I could feel her mix of arousal and disapproval, it made me giggle a little.

"So what's the plan? Want to get out of here." I said casually stroking the top of her hand. She flipped her palm over to give me more skin access. I covered her palm with mine and she immediately interlocked with me. We both felt the wave of desire grow. She was in it further than I thought. She spoke in a husky tone, low enough for no one to overhear.

"I do need to get out of here, but I don't think I could make it very far. I've been sitting here waiting for this to die down for a minute but I haven't gotten ahold of it yet." She looked up at me through her eyelashes and darkness flashed over them. She smirked and whispered, "I have a better idea" and then got up out of her seat.

I watched her walk to the bathroom in disbelief, but I followed shortly after. My heart was in my throat and I have to admit I was a little nervous at first. Doing this in the privacy of my house is one thing, but in a public bathroom is a whole different thing. It is definitely not my style to cause a scene in public, but seeing her there after a few months, feeling the edges of that energy, god I couldn't say no.

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