The Samsara Chronicles - Book 1
Published by: eXtasy Books
Word Count :130338
Publication Date :2012-08-18
Series : The Samsara Chronicles#1
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- Product Code: 978-1-77111-289-5
Blending elements of futuristic, fantasy, science fiction and the paranormal, the Samsara Chronicles explores the duality of good and evil set against two worlds, Earth and Nirvana.
Guided by mystical beings, a human mother bears a daughter of alien royalty, Aislinn, destined to champion the future of Earth.
Sometime in the future…
Seanna snuggled against the pillows and drifted off, the background sounds of Blake in the shower a receding whisper. She felt herself sinking into cottonwool silence, her head spinning beyond the effects of the single glass of Merlot she had at dinner. Embraced by a warm spectral breeze, her hair billowed in an auburn veil. Invisible hands gently directed her like a falling leaf into an aura of brilliant light tinged with ethereal hues of blush pink, rose and mauve. Seanna reached out in awe at the shimmering sea of color. Silken to the touch, it caressed her bare skin. A sensation of bliss infused her.
She drifted onto a field of gossamer grass. Surrounded by a pastoral landscape, her gaze followed the undulation of verdant hills and riotously blooming meadows. Such was the intensity of colors and fragrances that she felt she could touch and even taste them. The peace and serenity of the wondrous landscape enveloped her with an infinite sense of wellbeing. Snowy birds with cascading silver-specked tails soared in an endless azure sky.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
A breathy voice answered. Behold your destiny, my child.
A floral perfumed breath whispered against her ear. Seanna watched a swirling mist appear. Soft, tinkling music danced on the wings of the breeze. She discerned shapes, glass balls that resembled fragile soap bubbles like the ones she used to blow as a child, some large, some smaller. They pirouetted toward her in a graceful ballet. A vague figure formed in the center of the mist cloud. It waxed and waned, teasing her with fleeting glimpses of a body, a face, then quickly disappeared as though embraced by an evening fog.
Seanna tried to rise from the velvety grass but spectral arms guided her back. She lay on the pliant blades and felt a delicious languor overcome her. Rays of sunlight caressed her body, arousing her until every nerve on her body cried for release. Her flesh pimpled, her nipples hardened. Eagerly, she spread herself open to embrace the golden light. The spheres hovered around her and glided against her skin. Phantom hands raised her legs and played against her flesh like a master pianist.
A primal lust consumed her, her body aglow from the almost unbearable pleasure. Her dampened hair whipped around her face as she was brought to climax after climax until her own hoarse voice begged for respite. Exhausted, spent, Seanna panted for air. She ached deliciously. Even the velvety touch of the grass was unbearably tantalizing against her sensitized skin.
Through half closed eyelids she glimpsed the elusive face once again. Whispers in a hundred languages crooned in her mind, imparting a secret so amazing she could barely comprehend the import of the words. She sighed and held out her arms as a sense of intense joy infused her.
“Now that’s what I call a welcome.” Blake’s voice startled her from her meditative state.
“The one and only,” he said, grinning at her while toweling his hair dry.
She gazed appreciatively at his still fit physique and noted that he was more than a little aroused. “I just had the most amazing dream.”
“A wet dream, by chance?”
She grew speculative, the sensual essence of the dream lingering but offering no actual recollections. “Actually, I can’t really remember. You know how it is with dreams. The moment you wake up, they’re gone. All I know is that I’m horny as hell.”
“I can take care of that,” he said huskily. “I hope I was the star in this X-rated dream.”
A smoldering heat flared in her groin at the touch of his fingers. “No, it was more than that. It went beyond the physical. It was almost spiritual.”
Blake began to nibble her neck. “Perhaps we can explore this in depth.”
“You’re not listening to me.”
“On the contrary, I hear you loud and clear. My aim is to make your dream reality…”
Later, clasped together, they recovered in companionable silence.
“You should have dreams like this more often,” Blake said, brushing a sweat-damp lock of hair from Seanna’s forehead. “Been a while since we’ve made love like this. Brings back memories of my stud days.”
Seanna smiled and kissed him gently on the lips. “I can assure you, your stud days are far from over. And to think, I couldn’t even remember the dream. Imagine if we could watch a video of it.”
Blake grinned. “Maybe it’s best you can’t remember. Otherwise we’d never get anything done around here.” He rolled onto his back with a contented sigh. “You up to a bath?
“Some wine and candles, too?” Seanna said.
Blake rose from the bed. “Planning a heavy night, are we?”
She reached over and playfully slapped his taut ass. “Who knows? If I sleep well enough, I may have another dream.”