Still others perceive it visually, as shades of light and gleaming auras. A few have described it as a sense of weight; the lightness of success and h...w heavy failure feels.I have at times known all of these, and more. Some I have studiously avoided knowing. Ancient Arghynn of Sembol spoke of the sexual excitement his successes created. I knew enough of the kinds of magic he preferred to understand I was unlikely to travel the same path he followed. I personally did not think I could be. After a few let downs and disappointing meets we met a local couple who, in their late 40s early 50s were nearly double our age but very experienced and relaxed. We first met for a drink in a country pub near their house and hit it off right away. The guy (let’s say Paul)was tall, tanned and well spoken and obviously loved the attention his wife (let’s say Sarah) was receiving. She’d arrived wearing a low-cut top that exposed her more than ample breasts that were barely contained in a lacy bra. His erection was enormous, feeling like it was going to tear through the front of his jeans. "I'm invisible," he thought. "I could pull out my hard-on, stroke it, and she would have to pretend not to see." The thought was extremely exciting but he didn't dare to do it.Am I real to her? he wondered. Or just part of her fantasy? Was it serendipity that he happened to be there that evening, to be the stranger's eyes that watched her on her Saturday streak? Would it break the spell if he revealed. Do I disappoint you? she asked softly as he hesitated, drinking in the sight. He shook his head and smiled, and now it was his turn to kneel again. Clutching her by the hips at the edge of her bed, he pulled her forcefully to him and licked at her deeply and suddenly. She moaned tortuously, like a wildcat in heat, clawing her fingers through his hair and grinding wildly against him as he plundered her, savouring the heat and the hot saltiness of her, and then, as her passion rose to a.