Chapter 7: Two Awakenings
As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was back in the room where I’ve slept since I was born.
I turned my head to the sides and soon noticed I was being pressed by four heavenly mounds — obviously, my mother’s and Isis’s breasts.
Honestly, after six years of sleeping with them, I’ve already gotten used to it. And to be honest, these soft sensations are far from unpleasant.
In fact, it’s a privilege to sleep between these two wonderful women.
There was a time when I wondered if I could have experienced something like this on Earth. But that idea was nothing more than a daydream. I knew that if it wasn’t exactly these two women by my side, it wouldn’t be the same.
After all, on Earth, I never felt attracted to any woman, no matter how beautiful she was. That always intrigued me.
Think about it: a healthy, rich, attractive, and single young man — normally, he would be the center of female attention. And I was. Even so, I felt nothing.
On a friend’s suggestion, I went on dates with some of the most beautiful women I knew. But at most, I felt a slight aesthetic admiration. I tried the same with average women. The result was the same.
Worried, I sought a specialist. Maybe she could help me?
But to my surprise — or rather, horror — she suggested that maybe I was attracted to men. I almost vomited in disgust right then and there (with all due respect to those who have that preference, of course, but it simply wasn’t my case).
Today, I finally understand why.