Here's just the very beginning of my new long story I’m writing now. Castration included:)

Do you believe in reincarnation? Well, perhaps it is not a direct transmigration of the soul from body to body, as many people imagine. To tell you the truth, the concept of the soul in the religious sense is not to my liking. But I'm sure there are disembodied sets of thoughts, feelings, emotions, kinks and inclinations that migrate freely through time and space, from person to person, occasionally choosing one mind or another as their home. Okay, let's call such a set a psyche.

Psyches have no gender, they may go from man to woman, then again to girl, and back to man. I know for sure my own psyche once belonged to a Roman girl, or, to be more correct, to a girl of Pompeii, who lived there just before the eruption of Vesuvius in 79 AD.

In a way I could say that I was that girl named Lydia who lived two millennia ago in the Roman Empire, although it would be more accurate to say that we share the same psyche, being separated in time by many centuries. But I prefer to say (and feel it) that I was that Lydia myself.

Before this psyche of ours settled in Lydia's mind, it had belonged to some gladiator who, unfortunately and accidentally, had been castrated by a sword blow during one of the fights in the arena. Perhaps it was because of this that Lydia often felt she was missing something. Or maybe it was one of those complexes that Freud would later describe in his writings. Penis envy. Perhaps that's what it was. Then comes this Vagina Envy, the thing I feel from time to time. What would Freud have to say about it?

I think I should travel back in time to get to the truth. First meet Freud himself and talk to him. Then travel far back in time to Pompeii. But for what purpose? To meet Lydia? To save her from the catastrophe her city was doomed to? To have sex with her? Wouldn't that be like having sex with myself? Even incestuous in a way? Okay, I guess I'll have to take Freud along with me to Pompeii.

Well, first I will have to invite the Father of Psychoanalysis, as well as my readers, to the secret chamber of my mind - I think everyone has such a place in the depths of his consciousness. Mine is just one of the rooms of some Pompeian thermae, or baths, as we call them nowadays. Whenever I go in there, I see Lydia naked. And in front of her always stands a gladiator, but not the one who lost his genitals in the arena, that guy had died several years before Lydia was born.

It's a different fighter, and he's always standing naked in front of Lydia, there, beside the pool in the center of the room, flashing his huge dick, and every time I step in there, all she does is but kick him in the balls, making him to cringe with pain and fall down on the floor.  Why does this happen every time I visit this place in my mind? I'm about to find out. Because I can now travel through time. You ask, mentally or physically? It’s not the point, the point is that I can….

It's a different fighter, and he's always standing naked in front of Lydia, there by the pool in the center of the room, showing off his huge cock, and every time I go in there, all she does is kick him in the balls, making him scream and grimace in pain, and then helplessly fall to the floor.  Why does this happen every time I mentally visit this place? I'm about to find out. Because now I can travel through time. You ask, mentally or physically? It doesn't matter, as long as I can….

To be continued…

New parts of the story will always be published here, with some images added:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/371119721