Trans-Dimensional Ecstasies

        There was the piercing, the scream from another dimension as the rift opened in her front living room, and creatures of unkonwn origin , unimaginable up to this point stared her in the eyes. A land of unspeakable beauty, trees taller than the tallest skyscraper, purple super-luminous skies, with dabs of orange and pink striking fantastic long streaks of paint across the horizon, and vast open fields, verdant and untainted by man-made destructive forces. Betty could feel the breeze coming through the rift, could smell the sweet air as it wafted through the living room in great transparent, oneiric waves. The height of all that is beauty in the natural world poured out of the rift and entered through Betty's feeble senses, she didn't know what to make of all of this, a hallucination perhaps, maybe too much tainted margarine on my morning toast. But she looked through and began to inch herself off the velvet draped couch towards her hi-fi speaker in the corner where the rift bent space around it, the edges hazy and indistinct, she couldn't get her eyes to focus on those edges, and there in the middle of all of this unclarity absolute beauty poured into that room like a fog or a layer of evaporating liquid nitrogen mist. "This can't be right." Betty approached the rift, looking oh so curiously into the eyes of a creature with thick mucusy skin and a mouth like a bunch of grapes - how did it eat with that thing? The eyes were large red ovals, and Betty couldn't help but think of a large insect, maybe a fly. The skin had a purplish hue, and the creature made staggering moaning sounds, the echo of a giant about to sneeze but never actually sneezing. And Betty inched closer, and she was only inches from the portal, and she reached to touch and as her hand entered the rift she could feel the cool, moist atmosphere of this unsettling utopia on her epidermis, and she pressed her hand onto the nose of this strange creature, skin like a thick custard, and quickly withdrew. A slimy residue was on her fingertips and suddenly Betty was on the floor, writhing and wriggling, feeling so fantastically aroused in her living room, wishing Peter or Roland was there so she could show them the beautiful world that had opened up, and starting to gently tongue the sticky end of her finger, feeling warm and flushed all over, and then the salty mucus that rubbed off the creature reminded her of Roland's semen, and she could feel herself moistening, and writhing and wriggling on the rug of her living room floor. This was absolute ecstasy, this was complete bliss; had that creature been like her once and become so perfect by entering the rift, is it possible? Betty had taken the mucusy hand and begun to move it down her body towards her pants which she proceeded to unbutton, and then moving her hand into her panties she began to make the creature's secretions and her own into One. An intense wave of euphoria. Lights and colors shone before her eyes like nothing she'd ever experienced before. There was beauty and brilliance of a million eons blasting through the synapses of her brain at a trillion miles a second, and all she could do was lay on the floor with her hand moving in circular motions in her pants while a thick wide-eyed grin spread across her enlightened mug. She was in another plane now, she was with another form of existence now, she was beyond good and evil, she was far from the problems of contrary extremist political parties and starving children of third world nations. She was existing as powerfully as one can exist, experiencing raw experience in its most unadulterated form, perceiving things that ordinarily go unperceived, and being all the more beautiful for it. And then she died in that world, her soul gave out and she could not feel anymore. She was a barren vessel plummeting back to earth at light speed, forced to return from the far reaches of the galaxy where transcendent inner-peace reigned. "Betty, Betty. It's Peter. Are you okay?" And somewhere out there Betty could feel her legs being pushed apart and a full formed male figure pushing himself into her, but she could only sense this from far away, she was not yet back on the planet, and the stimulation of such a perception mediated as if by a television screen, started to push her back into the far reaches of space. "Oh My GOD! The light, the light is so powerful." Betty heard what was once known as Peter experiencing where she had been hours earlier, or maybe minutes, time was now irrelevant because she experienced experience in its rawest form, and the thought "I hope this doesn't kill me," floated and rattled around somewhere around Betty, but she no longer hoped this with urgency because she knew death and life are just two sides of the same coin and either form of being is equally desirable, but it would be convenient to be able to pay the bills in the morning; and to tell others about what it's like to not have any filters on your senses.