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Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2010 14:04:11 -0700
From: William Steps
Subject: Adventures in Astral Projecting Part I
ADVENTURES IN ASTRAL PROJECTION
Episode one; Accidental Revelation
I had been experimenting with astral projection since I was eighteen
years old, back in 1999. I had no success whatsoever at first, but the
more I practiced the more I had some results. I pursued it as more of a
hobby, but after a few years I was able to correctly see things in other
rooms. I would close my eyes and place a playing card on my kitchen
table before going into the bedroom I would concentrate on the imagining
myself getting up from the room and going to see what the card had been.
By 2005 I was right 100% of the time. I started moving a little farther
each time, testing myself more conclusively. I was always a little
afraid to go too far from my house though, my success made me concerned
about the idea of actually being outside my body.
My concerns turned out to be justified, for the first time I tried to
really go for some distance in my astral travels things went more than a
little awry. It was the summer of 2010, and I was lying in my room
trying to relax after a hard week of work. I decided to try out my
skills, which if nothing else I found to be a good mental exercise for
concentration. I laid back and closed my eyes, relaxing my body and
sharpening up my mind. I focused on the sensation of sitting up from the
bed, then throwing my feet to the floor and walking out of the room.
With perfect clarity I was now walking around my house, even though I
knew my body was still lying in bed.
I wandered around my home for a while, and then I had a sudden impulse
to be more adventurous. I had never had any problem waking up from these
experiences before, I just imagined myself laying back down inside my
body and opening my eyes. I figured it was time to really go for a walk.
I remembered stories of people being able to describe details of places
that were miles away in other countries. I didn't think I was that good
yet, but I though I would try to go somewhere unfamiliar and see what
happened. I walked through my front door, literally, then down the
street. I looked up at my neighbour's house and thought about trying to
see inside.
Part of me hesitated at the feeling of invading someone's home though,
and I briefly considered going downtown and just trying to investigate
some empty office building. However, my neighbour's was closer to my
body if I wanted to wake up and I was still afraid of going too far.
Metaphysically shrugging, I walked up to the door and passed through it.
I had never been in their home before, and yet I saw the layout with
perfect clarity. It was a married couple who lived in the house, and I
could hear them moving around inside.
Part of me was afraid again, I had never really been around other people
while I was out of my body and I was still unsure about it. Swallowing
my fear, I walked towards the sound of their voices in the kitchen. I
saw the two of them sitting at the table, talking. They had evidently
just finished dinner. I listened to their conversation for a while,
feeling a little ashamed of my spying. The wife was perhaps thirty five
years old, her husband was a about the same age. She had thick, curly
brown hair and dark blue eyes. I had noticed her many times before,
casually appreciating that she was quite attractive. Her body was curvy
and healthy, and she kept herself in pretty good shape considering she
was basically a married housewife.
She excused herself from her husband, saying she was going to go get
changed. I watched her walked towards what I assumed was their bedroom.
Not unashamed of myself I followed her. She selected herself a pair of
sweatpants and a t-shirt which she tossed on the bed. She then started
removing her clothes. I was about to leave when I thought of something I
wanted to try before moving on, and since she was alone it seemed a good
time. I approached her as she pulled off her blouse and threw it in the
hamper. She quickly removed her bra as well.
I stopped a second, distracted by the view I now had of her large, soft
breast bouncing free from her bra. They had a bit of sag to them, but
were otherwise perfect, capped with dark nipples. Concentrating on the
more scientific reasons for being here, I closed the gap between us and
stood next to her. Again I paused, for she bent over and casually peeled
off her panties, adding them to their other discarded clothes. Her curvy
body was indeed alluring. I noticed that, though the bikini area was
hairless, she had a modest amount of soft hair around her slit. I felt
my own excitement, and it took some effort to keep myself on track.
I reached out my spiritual hand and tried touching her shoulder. I felt
a tingle as my hand neared her, and a vibration ran up my arm as I made
contact. I saw her look up, and I could tell she could feel something as
well. I pressed a little harder and my hand vibrated a little more.
There was some resistance, but my hand went inside her shoulder. It was
different than passing through walls, much more dense. I assumed that
was her own spiritual energy I was feeling. I reached my arm all the way
inside her, and I say her shiver and cross her arms. I leaned towards
her, wondering if I could read her mind though such contact as this.
Distracted by my attempts at telepathy, I was startled by the sudden
sound of her husband entering the room behind her. She was startled as
well, and spun around to face him. This dual action caused her to bump
right into me, so to speak, and suddenly I felt myself slam against a
wall of vibrations. I felt as though I was slipping through a slimy
membrane as we collided. I was totally disoriented for a second,
forgetting where I was or what I was doing. Then I shook my head and the
room came back into focus again.
"Are you ok?" The husband asked. I looked at his quizzical expression as
he stood in front of me. I didn't hear his wife answer. I realised that
I couldn't see her and I looked around to see what she was doing. I
didn't see her anywhere. "Barbra?" He asked again, and this time I
realised he was looking me right in the eyes. He was talking to me.
Immediately after noticing this fact I realized I now had a whole second
set of memories. I knew everything his wife Barbra did, as well as every
thought in my own mind. I realised that I had taken over her body by
accident, and that I was not on the astral plain anymore, but in a body.
Her husband, who I now knew was named Jim, was starting to look at me
with concern. I had to think fast. Using my new memories, I smiled and
replied to him. "Sorry, hon, you just startled me - my mind was
elsewhere." I said with an embarrassed laugh. He laughed as well. I
fought back my panic. I told myself it was all right; as soon as I was
alone again I could leave this body and run back to my own. I wondered
if Barbra was still in her body with me or if she was somewhere else,
maybe waking up in my body very confused. I tried not to think about
that eventuality and kept my face cheery.
"Looks like you haven't finished changing." He said, eyeing my nudity. I
felt very naked indeed, not only being undressed in front of a man I
didn't know, but in a body that wasn't even mine. I said something non
committal and walked over to grab the sleeping clothes Barbra had
chosen. I bent over and picked them up off the bed, too late Barb's mind
told me that her husband would not let such a bend over go unpunished.
As I leant over the bed I felt Jim come up behind me. His hands caressed
my backside, tracing the firm curves of my now-rounded ass. It was very
uncomfortable. I felt like cringing and moving away but I didn't want
him to know anything was amiss. I opened my mouth to make up some excuse
when suddenly his hand moved down between my ass cheeks. His fingers
parted my downy hair and rubbed what I guessed was my clit. It was kind
of like a woman stroking a raging erection as a man, on different. My
words turned into a gasp. He started rubbing my new slit up and down,
sending tingles through my new body.
Still rubbing my clit with his middle finger, he started teasing the
entrance to my pussy with his thumb. He said something about giving us a
proper reason to need a shower before bed, but I barley heard him - I
was too distracted by the sensation of his thumb slipping into my
vaginal walls, which was something I had never experienced before.
Penetration was something that was new to me as a straight man, and if
his thumb felt too weird I wondered what sex was like from this end. I
didn't really intent to find out though, not that it mattered.
I was shocked at myself for emitting a low whimper as he started to rub
my cunt. It felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to stop it just
yet. I felt another alien sensation in my lower parts as my new pussy
started to get wet. I looked down past my swaying tits to see my pubic
hair glinting with my own womanly juices. Jim was fingering me adamantly
now, not forgetting about my clit as well. Jim suddenly bent down and
started licking my hairy slit from behind. I moaned as his mouth brought
me new pleasure. His tonge pleasured all the right parts, part I hadn't
had an hour ago.
I could feel that my whole pubic area was soaking wet when her husband
stood up, and I heard his pants fall to the floor. He came up behind me
and cupped my large jugs, pinching the nipples. I moaned again, more new
pleasure running their tingling course through my whole body. As he
massaged my tits, bringing my to a brainless frenzy of excitement, I
felt something hard and warm pressing against my backside. I realised
his cock was poking at my rear, and that I had opened my legs to him
while he had been eating me out. He was in a prime position for entry,
and I felt the panic again. I was about toe jump back and run when I
felt him push forward.
The head of his penis found my dripping hole, and he let it pop inside.
I froze, feeling something I had never imagined. It both thrilled and
terrified me. More and more of his tool was slid into my body, and I
felt my new pussy spread and stretch open as he went into me. I felt him
prodding deep in my belly as the last inch of his cock went into my
cunt. I had not seen his member yet, but at the moment it felt huge. He
slowly drew his flesh back out, only to plunge back in again. Soon I was
feeling my huge chest sway and bounce as he fucked me, and I pushed my
ample ass back to meet his hips as he thrust forward.
It felt so good that I didn't care that I was getting fucked for the
first time, I just got lost in the sensation. I was moaning louder after
a minute or two, and he was pumping me a little harder. He ground
himself into me as we shagged me, his hand either grabbing my ass or
fondling my massive bust. Since I didn't have to see him in this
position, I just enjoyed how wonderful it felt. The part of my brain
that remembered what Barbra like was activated, and I reached down
instinctually to rub my clit as he fucked me. Soon I felt a powerful
energy build up inside me, every muscle seemed to be ready to contract
as Jim thrust deeper and deeper into my womb.
As my pleasure increased I stopped rubbing myself and my moans turned to
stifled screams. I experienced my first orgasm as a female as I
succumbed to the pleasures of being a woman. My whole curvy body was
rippling and jiggling as I thrashed around. I screamed out as I came, my
breasts slapping against me. I had never felt something so intense
before, and it blew me away. It seemed like it never ended, like I just
kept getting hit with wave after wave of bliss. Just as my climax was
beginning to subsist I heard Jim grunt and shove his cock as deep into
me as he could.
Twitching and clenching, I felt him shoot a stream of hot cum into my
belly. A second, third and fourth spurt also emptied into my womb as he
panted from his own orgasm. I felt myself all aglow as he eventually
pulled his soft cock out of my used pussy and sat down on the edge of
the bed. As I turned around and stood up I felt his seed spill out and
ooze through my pubic hair. We both tried to catch our breath. I tried
to avoid eye contact with him as I felt my mind whirl in a post-coital
daze.
We both agreed that we needed a shower now, and I reluctantly followed
him to the bathroom.
Barb's brain told me things again, and as I was washing the sweat and
cum off my borrowed body I knew that Jim usually received an oral second
go in the post-sex showers. I had to amidst it felt good when he
lathered my tits in soak and rubbed the slippery flesh in warm water, or
when he made sure that I got my pussy plenty clean. Still dazed from the
whole experience, I found myself getting down on my knees in front of
him. Between my life as a man and Barb's memories I knew exactly what to
do.
I teased his prick awake again (now seeing that it was only about six
inches long) with my hands and tongue. I slurped it into my mouth and
sucked it until it was firm, stroking it with my hand. When it was
nearly hard again I started bobbing my head back and forth on it, giving
him a first-class blowjob. I rubbed his tool between my huge, slippery
tits as well, which I knew he loved. After some time he was just about
fully hard and starting to get close to his second orgasm.
I was rubbing his cock on my ample cleavage when he started to come, and
I immediately clamped my mouth down on his dick and sucked him off as I
teased his shaft with my soapy breasts. There was nowhere near as much
cum this time, but I suddenly tasted it shooting into my mouth. Glad at
the diminished quantity, I let some of it drip out and splatter on my
bosom. I knew he enjoyed seeing that.
After we had cleaned up and dried off I went back into the other room
and actually had a chance to put the sweats and t-shirt on. Afterward we
both crawled into bed. I was already starting to realise exactly what
had just happened, and I was incredibly uncomfortable as we laid
together under the sheets. When I was sure he was asleep I started to
concentrate on getting out of this body, as I was already feeling
ashamed of myself. It was a little harder than in my own body, but I
managed to separate from Barbra's form and become my own spiritual self
again.
As a ghost I ducked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Walking
through the door I re-emerged back on the street and headed towards my
own house. As I passed though their hedge I set my metaphysical foot on
the corner of my own lawn and jumped through the wall into my own home.
I made my way up to my bedroom, not hurrying as much now that I was
alone. I saw my unconscious form laying on the bed and approached it.
Merging with my own body I became aware of the sensation of the mattress
below me.
I opened my eyes and sat up, processing all the information in my head.
I realised that I had not exactly been astral projecting so much as
having a controlled out of body experience. I also knew that I could do
it again, and that I could take over other people's bodies. I could read
anything that was in their brain while I was them and using their body
with them. I felt a combination of repulsion and sexual excitement at
the memories of accidentally being Barbra for a hour or so. The things
that had happened with her husband were not appealing to me now that I
wasn't sharing her brain, but the thought of experiencing life as a
woman thrilled me a little.
I was curious what it would be like to spend a whole day in someone
else's body. As I stood up I pondered the matter. A thought occurred to
me; when I had gone into Barb what had happened to her spirit? If both
of us were in there it seemed logical that I would have heard her or
felt her, yet I was in total control of her body, even if I was
influenced by her brain and hormones. What if her spirit had been pushed
out, and I couldn't see it because I was awake and in physical form when
I was her? Did that mean she was out of her body, freaking out as she
watched herself go on with her night?
I wanted to know exactly what had happened, and I decided the best way
to find out was to make another disembodied visit to my neighbours. I
came to the decision that I would get some sleep myself and then, if I
felt up to it, visit Barb again in the next day. That way I could either
see if they made any reference to the incident, or I could quickly slip
into Barb's body again and scour her memory.
I ended up not being able to get to sleep until quite late, so I did not
rise from bed until eleven or so. As I had hoped, there was only one car
in the driveway. If I guessed right, Jim was off at work and Barbra was
home being a good housewife. I made myself a big breakfast and ate it
quickly. I then relaxed on my couch and started to concentrate on
separating my mind from my body.
Fifteen minutes later my spirit self was slipping though the back door
into Barb's kitchen. I saw her cleaning the dishes, a look of complicity
on her face. Since she was alone I could not count on her just happening
to mention if she remembered anything odd the night before. I decided to
risk going into her body again. Stepping up to her I reached out and
touched her again. Just like before I felt the resistance and the surge
of energy. I stepped into her body, deliberately this time, and my
vision was temporarily blinded by a bright flash.
When I could see again the colours of the kitchen seemed a little
duller, and I was looking down at the dishes in the sink. It took a
moment to adjust to suddenly being back in a physical body, and I
stepped back from the sink. I immediately went ahead with my purpose and
concentrated to see if 'I" remembered anything from the night before.
Barb remembered dinner, remembered going to get changed and then
remembered the rest of the night just as I had experienced it. It made
sense, since her brain was still taking in all the information even
though I was piloting it.
There were a few other memories as well, ones that seemed simultaneous.
She had these vague notions of feeling like she was not in control of
herself, though she could not place why. IT seemed to verify that we had
indeed been sharing her body, but that she remembered everything as if
she had been doing it herself. Since I had not done anything out of the
ordinary for her, she just remembered a typical night and was left with
a uncertain feeling of detachment that she quickly seemed to ignore. So
while i was in other people's bodies I could do whatever I wanted and
they would just remember choosing to do it themselves.
I felt some fear at that notion, knowing that I had the power to make
someone feel miserable - or even to ruin their lives. I immediately
decided to vacate her body and leave her alone. Unfortunately I had to
take off the rubber gloves I was wearing and lay down on the bed to get
myself out again. I mentally apologized for the fact that she might
wonder why she suddenly decided to take a nap to early in the day...
Soon enough I was back in my own body and my own home.
Over the coming weeks I still practiced my projections, but I refrained
from any more body inhabitations. In fact, I tried not to think about it
too much. Yet the fascination grew, and I couldn't forget the sensation
of being inside someone else's life. I felt a tingle of excitement every
time I thought about knowing what it was truly like to be someone else,
knowing their thoughts and fears. The curiosity and strange sexual
thrill was too much for me to ignore, and after barley two weeks I was
planning to try it again.
I decided to make myself a promise and set some moral guidelines to
prevent me from going too far with something that was already ethically
questionable. Since I had access to the brain of my host, I would be
careful to never do anything that their mind told me they would not do.
I promised to never break any precedent or make them do something
contrary to their own beliefs. It was a flimsy way to justify taking a
joy ride in someone else's life, but I needed something.
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