The Gatekeeper

Part III Love Child Chapter 15

15

WE SPENT A TYPICALLY RUSHED day before Christmas gathering last-minute items to complete the lists. That evening, wrapping and assembling the gift groups, a lot of final shuffling went on. 

One of her child alters had difficulty giving away some of the things she wanted to keep for herself. It also became apparent that it would be impossible to deliver the gifts on time for Christmas to everyone on the list. 

We planed a distribution schedule to take place over a few days following Christmas, but unforeseen circumstances made it difficult. Many of the gifts would never be delivered. We retired late on Christmas Eve with only a few hours left before dawn. 

At the foot of our bed were the traditional Christmas stockings. As Lauren slept, I filled her stocking with heartfelt gifts. Awakened by morning rays of sunlight streaming in through our bedroom windows, we began her traditional ceremony of celebrating Christmas by going through the stocking gifts while remaining in bed.

Later, as we made our way to the tree, Lauren excused herself and said she would be right back. Having slept in a nightshirt, she went to change. 

I would come to remember this as the most wonderful Christmas mornings of my life, and yet plaguing me was an underlying sadness. Yes, I had a wonderful companion to share the holiday with, but there was something missing. I loved Lauren, but I couldn’t reach out and touch her, hold her, caress her, comfort her. 

For humans love is part spiritual, part physical. That longing to consummate love through touch can become an all-consuming urge. 

Lauren had developed psychic abilities in her childhood. A sixth sense becomes a survival skill for abused children. She knew how I was feeling and upon returning presented herself to me as a living, breathing gift. It was as close as she could come to giving me the physical closeness I was longing for.

She’d removed her nightshirt and replaced it with a long, black, silk nightgown, cut deep in front and high up the leg on the sides. Lauren was sharing her sensuous physical beauty with me in the only appropriate way she could on this Christmas morning. 

The loosely fitting garment was free to give way to her bends and twists by falling forward to reveal the more private areas of her perfect Adriana-Lima body. I was truly moved to know that she cared enough to present me such a priceless gift, realizing that she was in love with another man.

She leaned over handing me a something to unwrap, and in doing so exposed her right breast. This vision of such an ancient form of cherished living, incomparable art holds much meaning to a man's eyes. It provokes all the emotions and feelings experienced when an infant suckles on a breast—warmth, nourishment, emotional comfort, and security. All of those attending feelings are relived and remembered when a man looks upon a woman's breast.

This kind of experience represented the opposite of trauma. Instead of repressing the attending feelings and emotions, the individual is driven to recreate the longed-for event. It drives the fundamental cycle that fuels the reproductive fires that burn in each of us. 

My heart, mind, and soul were satisfied with my relationship to Lauren. Now, with her gift, my body was not aching quite as much. During the hour that followed I was transported into a realm of joy and satisfaction that transcended this earthly plane.

There was something about this woman that was beyond human. She possessed an irresistible charm—some elemental force whose unbreakable links were formed and fastened by a potent biochemical metal. She oozed a sensual aura that was thick enough to suffocate in. I was no match for this goddess's spell. My heart and mind were under her control. I could only hope she would be kind.