Sacred Satisfication
It is not the ‘usual’ satisfaction, not the satisfaction that will satisfy my lust quickly.
It is the satisfaction that satisfies my head and all the cravings hidden deep inside me and my deep desire completely and comprehensively.
It starts on the morning of the chosen day. We set the day of the ritual at the beginning of the week and the thought of it makes my anticipation grow. The ritual has already begun in my head.
The hectic week takes its course, I can hardly wait for the day. My anticipation grows endlessly.
The day is here. In a few hours, the smartphones will fall silent and the hectic pace will fade. We no longer know stress. A tingling sensation covers my scalp and travels down through my body to my centre.
I am charged with sexual energy and radiate it completely.
Warm oil is spread over my heated body by warm hands. The skin on my back burns with desire. My senses go into a state of emergency, I am already breathing deeply and lustfully.
I lose track of time, my breasts are caressed, squeezed, massaged, loved and worshipped forever. I am the perfect sexual goddess and am worshipped.
In the corner of my eye, I see the massage sticks laid out before I close my eyes and surrender to my lust. She takes me over.
Hands glide down over my stomach, warmly enveloping my yoni. I feel a sense of security and unbridled lust. The hand covers my yoni, keeps it gently covered. Deep inside her, I can feel a wild, gentle hurricane building up.
‘May I?’ I hear the question in my rushing ears. I just moan in agreement, then it overwhelms me and I let myself fall. No stimulation is necessary, my body has taken command of me and lets its sensations run free. I sink into a thick fog of lust. Hands hold me, pure sexual energy flows through me, making me come. Gentle and tender.
My masseur stimulates my senses, another wave builds up inside me. I am filled to the brim with pure lust. I feel my boyfriend at my entrance, he nibbles at me. ‘Hello Sacred’ I think and my yoni lets him enter. Slowly but with a determined purpose, she takes him into her in a friendly manner and asks him to join her emphatically.
They embrace with loving intent.
My masseur doesn't have to do anything, he holds me in security. The two friends understand each other, hug each other, squeeze each other. I can't do anything, I'm just the writhing and moaning witness to their lovemaking.
I'm pulsating, surrendering powerlessly to their caresses. He will leave her, 3 seconds. Endlessly. I hold my breath. 2 seconds. Endlessly. Stars begin to dance, love and lust engulf me. 1 second. Endlessly.
She has taken me over, I just feel. Float. I'm pure sex now, pure ecstasy. He leaves her. I unload like a geyser. She sends my wetness after him in bursts, I forget everything around me while splashes of my lust wet my thighs. I roll my eyes in disbelief at what she is doing to me. I see how it squirts out of me without being able to stop it. Without wanting to stop it. My orgasm is endless.
We continue to play this game, I am lost. Completely possessed by her. It must have been countless climaxes, it felt like an endless one.
I wake up, the room smells of my lust. I feel flooded with love, light as a feather. Loved. I am radiant, reborn from lust and love.
The anticipation of the next ritual has already begun.
