I’ve chosen to double-down again this week for Masturbation Monday (#212) and Friday Flash (#24). The result is a 500-word cautionary tale of what could happen if horny women jokingly invoke ancient goddesses in the interest of getting off. (I can’t wait to try my hand at casting a magic circle!) A longer version of this story is in the works, but here’s a little tease. Enjoy!~B.
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It was bad batteries that drove Kara to cast her first magic circle. She’d have been deep within a multi-orgasmic sleep had she bought name brand double-A’s. She’d been riding the hard cock of her lust-inducing work crush when the batteries in her dildo-shaped vibrator stopped working. Never one to get off manually, she sought out a reliable sleep-inducing standby, a coffee-table book on ancient deities.
Who knew where the idea came from to kneel naked on her parquet floor and use the juice still leaking from her wet slit to draw the circle. The flower pot, the lotus-shaped candle, and inoperable vibrator had been last-minute additions as she contemplated the image of the Egyptian goddess of sexual pleasures.
“Oh, great Goddess Qadesh, I beseech you to instill in me your sexual powers that I might be fucked into a stupor,” she declared before feeling foolish. Moving to close the book, she sliced her index finger along the page’s edge.
“Goddammit!” She brought the wound to her mouth and the first salty taste of blood caused a void to rush in and consume her in darkness.
When the darkness receded she found herself on a dais strewn with lotus blossoms and phallic-shaped stones and fertility statuary. The man kneeling before her was a sun-darkened, Egyptian version of her office crush.
“I beseech you, Great Goddess Qadesh, please bless my manhood that I might father many sons. I offer it and my seed as a tribute to your great powers.” He stood, dropping the loincloth that revealed his rigid shaft, and she felt herself drool.
“Come, my eager supplicant.” Kara heard her divine-self reply then watched herself open her legs to reveal how ready she was for him. “Come and earn the boon you seek. Satisfy my desires, fuck me well and true…and I shall grant you your wish.”
The ancient version of Mr. Accounts Receivable didn’t hesitate to climb the dais and stick his tongue within the wet font of her sacred pussy as he lapped in and around the swollen folds of her labia and sucked on the tender bud of her clitoris. Her moans filled the cavernous temple even as the fragrance of her divine heat filled the air like a heady incense, making his cock harder and fuller with each breath.
“Now mount me like a mare, supplicant, ride me hard and fast.” He did as he was bid. Over and over. Until sweat dripped from his body. Until he was near exhaustion. Until she finally came, her orgasm ripping open the cosmos.
Kara awoke on her living room floor, her sex still convulsing around the dildo-shaped vibrator thrumming away in her pussy, the open book stuck to the sweat-soaked skin on her back. When she peeled it away and cleaned up her mess, she didn’t notice the lotus-shaped transferred onto her lower back. Still, she chalked it all up as a sign that she was destined to fuck Mr. Accounts Receivable…come hell or high-tide Nile water. ■
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