Raymond was chanting, “Gate, gate, para gate, para sam gate, bodhi swaha." In a flash, his consciousness went swirling out into the universe. He suddenly remembered himself before he was born, before he had a physical body, when he was only mind. He was soaring, he was floating, he was sailing. He was one with Atman, he was part of the Godhead.

Since that time, so many years ago, he had been born once again. Nowadays, Raymond liked to live dangerously and so did his girlfriend and yet, they were both seekers of enlightenment. When they heard about the coming Tsunami, they wanted a front row seat, so they headed down the coast on his Harley.

Raymond liked feeling her voluminous boobs vibrating on his shoulders from behind and he loved her pussy juice, stirred up by his machine, seeping under his bottom.

The lovers stopped in a Japanese inn for their close-up view. They bathed in a hot-water, wooden tub. Toweling off was fun as he rubbed between her legs. Her labia was pierced with rings of gold and her vagina became ruby red.

Pamela knelt down on all-fours in front of the huge picture window that over-looked the sea. The waves were picking-up and it was apparent that the couple was just in time for the show.

Raymond sucked Pam’s tits, nipple by nipple and she reciprocated by sucking his cock until it was nice and juicy. He jumped behind her and proceeded to fuck her. He timed his fuck to the rhythm of the on-coming waves.

Outside, the big one finally approached. Raymond watched calmly until he saw that the ghost of his recently deceased wife was riding on top of it. She looked very angry.

Raymond tried to ignore her. Maybe it was a hallucination, he rationalized, as he continued to pound the rump off his lover, Pam. The big wave smashed through the window and the walls. Coitus was interrupted as the wooden beams gave way and the glass shattered.

Raymond’s lover was already gone when he felt the ghost snatch him away with hands that seemed like the claws of a ferocious bird.

It was definitely Emily who took him down to the bottom of the sea to a place called the House of Pain and Punishment. It was a wondrous, green house with walls of kelp.

“Raymond,” she said, “you did me wrong, you cheating fuck. Now I am going to paddle your ass!”

He told himself to let go, go with it instead of against it, take the medicine.

“You are completely right. Go ahead, I deserve it. Call it payback, call it Karma, call it revenge, call it whatever you want, you’re correct, go ahead,” he said.

So Emily took an oar from the sea bottom and gave Raymond a thousand whacks. Then she wished him well and brought him back to the surface and watched him wash ashore

Before long, his lover found him face down in the sand, mumbling “gate, gate, para gate, para sam gate, bodhi swatha,” and revived him with mouth to mouth. Once he was awake, once she was sure he was alive, she shifted her mouth down to his cock and brought him up to a seated position.

The pleasure he felt was immediate. It soon spread from his cock to his spine and then it moved up to the center of his brain. Spontaneously, he chanted the sacred, ancient mantra: “Gate, gate, para gate, para sam gate, bodhi swatha”. The more Pamela sucked, the louder the chant got until Raymond’s ejaculate burst into her mouth. She lay back and welcomed his tongue until his lapping brought her scream.

He gazed directly into her eyes and hugged her tightly to his chest. They shared a kiss, rolled to the side and fell asleep.

Raymond was hard when he awoke and Pamela soon mounted him. Her soft, wet pussy was like magic on his lingam. As they rocked in the seated position, facing each other, it was easy for Raymond to let go of the ghosts of the past. The lovers began to chant, ”Gate, gate, para gate, para sam gate, bodhi swatha.” Their bodies shook with delight and their energies lit up the night, joining, until they experienced themselves as one being moving to a distant shore. The future was theirs to share.