I hope that you were able to glean some fantastic tips on what to get that special cum eater for the holidays from Hunter. Now, let’s keep this Holiday Blog Train rolling! For my offering, and to honor The Winter Solstice, I’ve decided to recount my first- and only-time practicing Sex Magic during The Longest Night of the year. So, grab something warm to drink and get ready to learn the importance of divine timing.
Invoking The Divine
My first Modraniht was observed with a group of amazing women and femmes. I remember feeling slightly buzzed as they each shared stories about the powerful, impressive women that came before them. There were a few that attended who invoked the feminine deities that their families venerated, those that shared wisdom, and those that remained who wanted to reminisce. There was one woman in particular at the gathering who’d caught my attention, and I Her’s. During the natural lulls in activity, we’d find ourselves alone together and after a time we struck up a conversation. We found that as well as being magickal practitioners, we also shared a love of the more macabre aspects of this time of year. She asked if I had any plans for The Longest Night, and I let her know that aside from a hot bath and some quality hooch, I in fact had no plans. She gave me her number and insisted I at least message her if I lacked for company. Dawn arrived on the shortest day of the year, thus ending Modraniht and after I got off work later that afternoon, I went on the hunt for a specific cinnamon infused liqueur that had real gold flecks suspended in its viscos elixir. While out, I bumped into the new friend I had made from the night before. She was lovelier in the daylight and complimented my appearance before I could say the same about hers. I thanked her and she asked if my plans had changed. I informed her that they hadn’t and that’s when she invited me over to her place. ‘If you’re still set on having your bath, why not come over and help me break in my new whirlpool tub?’ I was a little taken aback by her forthright request, but not for the reason you’re thinking. I’d been wondering since the night before if she’d been flirting with me because I’d definitely been flirting with her. Not one to stare an attractive gift horse in the mouth, I enthusiastically accepted her invitation.
Focusing Our Intentions
When I pulled up in front of her home the sun was setting. It had been snowing a bit two days prior but there was still some in her yard and on the house. I’d brought along my purchase from earlier and an overnight bag that included a bathing suit. I walked up to the door and only had to wait a minute or two after knocking. She opened the door, the smell of sandalwood wafting from inside the house, creating a warmth between us that only intensified as she opened the door wider to let me in. Once inside her cozy little house on the corner, I could hear Christmas music softly playing as we walked past her living room. There was a fire going inside and I could see her Solstice altar set up on the mantle above it. I offered her the bottle of cinnamon infused liquor after she’d taken my coat and bag. ‘This is actually perfect for tonight.’ she said her eyes scanning the bottle before she looked up at me again. ‘Really? Why is that?’ I asked falling into step behind her as she turned to walk towards the kitchen. She turned on the lights and went over to a cupboard taking down two shot glasses as she did. She opened the bottle, and began pouring a shot for each of us, as she explained ‘Well, cinnamon is considered an aphrodisiac and it’s properties are enhanced by heat or steam,’ She slid one of the glasses over to me, and after clinking glasses we downed the shots. Immediately, my face grew warmer, and I laughed out loud. Amused, she leaned against the refrigerator, and I noticed that she was dressed…well, scantily. Her feet were bare, and she was wearing a rather thin oversized blue sweatshirt. I, on the other hand, had dressed for the weather outside. My cream colored bodycon sweater dress, with the mauve fleece lined tights underneath, and the pair of fur lined wedge heeled boots I’d put on seemed like overkill. Embarrassed and taking in what she’d explained to me, I clasped my hands in front of me and admitted, ‘I feel a bit overdressed for the occasion,’ I swallowed hard as she uncrossed her arms, revealing just how thin that sweatshirt really was. Her eyes lit up as my reaction became clear. ‘You must be overheated. Here, let me help you out of your boots,’ she chirped excitedly. She took my hand in hers and lead me out of the kitchen into the brightly lit hall just outside of her bedroom.
Embracing Shifts
Her bedroom was just as cozy and inviting as the rest of the house, with the same blue-beige soft carpeting throughout and a little wood burning fireplace across from her massive, canopied bed. She had me sit down at the foot of the bed as she started to help me out of my boots. ‘You have a really nice home,’ I told her as I scanned the space. ‘Thank you. It’s nowhere near finished but I like the energy I’ve created in here, so far.’ I could feel her struggling with the zipper on my boot and turned to help her. As I did, I got a full view of the tops of her breasts, the gold pendant necklace dangling between them, and the start of her belly. My head tilted slightly, and I could feel my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I tried to glance down her shirt further. ‘You’re really sealed tight in these things, huh?’ The way her breasts were bouncing as she struggled to unzip my boot was enough to snap me out of whatever perverted reverie I was in, ‘Right! No, the fur on the inside always gets caught in the zipper. I’ve got it,’ reaching down to quickly unzip my boots. She gathered them up and put them inside her closet as I stood up. When she came back, her hands went to the hem of my dress, and I could tell by her expression that she was excited to get my clothes off. I helped her as much as I could, but she really wanted to see what was underneath all those layers. Every time we’d remove an item of clothing; she’d look at me and kind of ask if she could touch me. I’d nod and her hands would go to work feeling the newly bare parts of my body. Before long I was completely naked, and we’d started kissing pretty heavily. As we started to climb into her bed, she stopped, ‘Shit, I forgot about the tub.’ We both laughed and I reassured her, ‘We’ve got time. It is The Longest Night, after all.’ She disappeared into the bathroom which was in the room behind her bed, and I heard the tub being switched off. I was settling into her bed when she came back.
A Ritual, Coming Together
She opened the drawer to her bedside table and took out a set of candle matches. She struck one and started lighting candles that she’d placed around the room, mainly encircling the bed. ‘You mentioned last night that you scrub your body with salt, I cleared and set up this space just before you arrived, and when we drank the elixir, you were kind enough to supply, the circle was complete. Now that the candles are lit, we can start the ritual,’ she explained as she blew out the match and stood beside the bed. I reached over and tugged on the hem of her sweatshirt, ‘Then you won’t be needing this anymore?’ She smiled in response and removed the last physical barrier between us. She pushed the sheets back and climbed up into the bed, straddling me as she did. Her hands framed my face as she started to kiss me again and we got to work. As we worked, she explained how our meeting the night before was ‘a literal tap on the shoulder’ from The Divine Feminine. ‘…I mean the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Just as we’re concluding the year I meet a woman on the same wavelength as me spiritually and we’re both planning similar rituals on the same night!?,’ I was gazing down at her as she breathlessly informed me of our insanely good fortune in meeting one another. ‘Oh, so you weren’t stalking me?’ I joked as I working my way down the length of her body with my mouth, her back arched as my lips brushed their intended destination, ‘YES! Wait, no. No, I didn’t even know you frequented that liquor…me…that store.’ She placed a hand on top of my head and eagerly lifted her hips, opening up to me as she did. Her thighs started to shake and her grip on the top of my head increased until she was gripping a handful of my hair. Her grip loosened as she finished, her hand traced the side of my face until her fingers rested under my chin. She gave me a relaxed smile as she guided me back up to her face. I gladly accepted her mouth on mine, as she shifted around me so that she was on top of me again, ‘You really need to work on your sensitivity to the divine,’ she said, slipping a hand between my thighs as she watched my face. Involuntarily, my vision blurred, and my entire body seized up, before going slack. I exhaled deeply before turning to face her smirking gaze, ‘If that’s my incentive, then I’m happy to put in the effort.’ After a few more separate releases, and a rather intense one in unison, the candles in the room seemed to glow brighter. Even the flames in the fireplace seemed to roar to life for a moment as the room grew warmer.
Closing The Circle
We kept at it for a little longer, chatting excitedly as we caught our collective breaths later. I’m not sure when but at some point, we curled up together and fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of her yawning and when I finally opened my eyes the sun was rising. ‘Do you think we were able to make good use of all that divine energy?’ I asked her as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes. She rolled over to face me, her eyes clear and full of excitement ‘From the way the candles were glowing when we finished, there’s no doubt in my mind that the divine was very pleased and that our ritual was more than a little successful.’ Almost as if to celebrate that success, we got into her tub after. She showed me the importance of cleansing post ritual and we both gave thanks to the divine via a few more simultaneous releases before I got dressed, gathered my things, and she saw me off to rest more at home. I’d like to say that we remained close, but our paths diverged rather quickly during the following year. A momentous year that I credit to the work she and I did that night. Whether I participate in anything similar in the future remains up to the divine and how generous they decide to be with those ‘taps on the shoulder’. However, it’s hard to deny the energetic work at play when a gathering of women and femmes convenes during or around the Winter Solstice to tell stories and share wisdom gleaned from those that came before and those that remain.
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Yours Indulgently,
The Midnight Masturbatrix,
Goddess Meshelle
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