The Yoni And The Lingam 2
If you have read part one of this story, you will know that I bought an ancient Hindu temple screen from a junk/antique shop. The screen depicted scenes of Hindu sacred erotic art centred on the female and male genitalia, the female 'Yoni,' and the male equivalent, the 'Lingam.'
Shortly afterwards I began to experience highly erotic dreams of a goddess like Indian bride who came to me as I slept. I learned she was my bride in this 'dream world,' by her jewellery, the 'Nath,' a chain connecting her nose and ear piercings only worn by Hindu brides on their wedding nights to honour Parvati, the goddess of weddings.
As the dreams became more frequent and realistic, they began to 'bleed' from her world of ancient India into my modern real life in the UK. The goddess of my dreams had become manifest in flesh and blood.
I woke gradually, slowly and reached out for her, but she was gone. My elusive dream lover was gone. Was she ever really here I wondered, was I becoming so enamoured of her that I couldn't tell dreams from reality? I was convinced she had been here in my room, in my bed, but her side of the bed was cool and empty, and yet her presence permeated the air. I could smell her perfume, I could smell her sexual essence, her sexual secretions. It was strong, filling my nostrils with her unique aroma, I could taste her in my mouth, my tongue, smell her on my fingers.
My body reacted to her aroma, and I grew hard almost immediately. I pulled back the bed covers to get out of bed, and the unmistakeable aroma of her recent presence escaping from under the bedclothes announced itself like a shout in the silence. I was reeking of her essence, our love making had covered me in her scent. I touched myself; I was wet and slippery from our combined body fluids. I felt bigger, more swollen than I'd ever been before, and I looked down at myself. I
was
bigger, I couldn't deny it any longer, the evidence was there in front of my eyes. My cock had grown at least an inch maybe a little more in less than a week, not just in length, but in girth too. How could this be? I was thirty two and normal male genitals just didn't grow any bigger after puberty. Maybe I had somehow caught some rare disease I thought. It wasn't natural.
I got out of bed and headed for the shower, but first I got rid of my raging hard-on in the time honoured way, my head full of erotic images of her face, body, voice and last but not least her sublime pussy, milking me dry. She managed to milk me dry again, but this time by proxy of my hand.
Later that morning I made my way to the local hospital, to the department dealing with sexually transmitted diseases where they tested me in various ways. The assured me that if I had a sexually transmitted disease it was one they had never heard of or had no experience with. They even gave me a scan to check there was no abnormalities internally, and sent me on my way. They couldn't account for the remarkable growth I told them about, and I got the distinct impression they thought I was mentally ill, or some kind of exhibitionist.
It's widely accepted that if you already have a job or a career, it's easier to find another job when you're looking for a career change. The fact that you're already in work and have a work record seems to make you more attractive to prospective employers. Somehow that seemed to be the case with me as well now that I was having a full and satisfying sex life with my dream lover. Women were smiling at me for no reason, on the streets, in the shops. I'd noticed a couple of the nurses at the hospital making eyes at me and smiling when I was getting checked out too.
Not just young women my own age either, women of all ages. Perhaps it was my new found air of confidence I surmised, and brushed it off with a little laugh to myself. It was nice to be smiled at by so many women and I have to admit I liked it. I'm just your average guy, about five foot eleven, dark brownish hair, blue eyes, a decent physique although not muscular or anything. Mr Average is how I'd always thought of myself, nothing out of the ordinary. I'm a modest kind of guy, with a lot to be modest about some would say, but something had changed, and like my new found cock size I couldn't explain it.
Explanations be damned I thought eventually, just enjoy it while you can. Nothing ever stays the same, change is the natural order of this world, and so I put it to the back of my mind for the time being and buckled down to doing some work. After lunch time, I had caught up with my assignments, but got a memo from the boss that they were having a short, 'in person,' meeting at our office about 3pm and suggesting it would be a good idea if I could attend, with all suitable precautions of course. That meant hand sanitisers and face masks, and 'don't come in if you don't feel well.' warnings. I felt fine, so into the office I went.
It was nice to see so many of my work colleagues again, and we got through the work agenda pretty quickly. The boss had laid on coffee, tea, and soft drinks for afterwards, plus white wine as a mini celebration of the easing of lockdown. We weren't out of the woods yet he declared, and we'd still all be working from home for the foreseeable future, but it was nice to see us all again and hopefully things would continue to improve, etc, blah, blah, blah.
Once again my new found attractiveness to women manifested itself, much to my surprise. Women I had secretly lusted after, attractive, beautiful, intelligent women who worked in the same office but who had barely noticed me before, were now smiling and chatting to me. I could tell by their eyes and their voices that they were smiling, masks hide a lot of none-verbal communication, but they couldn't hide that completely. The body language and the little intimate touches on my forearms as they spoke to me were different too. I lapped it all up, and thought I'd like to lap them up too.
I went to bed that night not knowing what to expect, would I dream of my dream 'wife,' in her world, or would she come into mine like last night I wondered. I thought of her and replayed the events of the night before, but my mind was too active to sleep. Eventually I felt myself getting drowsy and then suddenly, without warning I was wide awake again. She was there, behind me. I could feel her body heat, smell her perfume, and then she snuggled up close behind me, and spooned me, her arm going round my waist.
