Goddess lust
Darkness was what I saw - felt perhaps the best way to describe it. I knew that something had happened at the temple when I gave the offering to the Priestess. She anointed my forehead, my breasts and stomach with the Holy oil as I spread my arms towards the altar. I had felt a falling, like the stone beneath me had parted and then - nothing. Then, there was something. Sensations that made my mind and body ache to be awake.
I could feel her breasts against my back and her arms around me. She was supporting me, one of her legs over mine, pulling my legs apart. Her breath was warm through my hair and smelled of roses. Her skin made mine tingle wherever she touched me, a warmth that made the fog in my head thicker, the very process of opening my eyes laborious. »Read More