The Adoration of Arsenios

2012-01-15T19:22:00.000-05:00

Arsenios had honored the Goddess since his earliest days,enjoying his frequent visits to Her Temple as the years of his youth rolled by.Being male though, he was never allowed further into the Hallowed Halls thanthe Outer Court, where he had to reverently stay while his sisters and mother wentinto the Inner Chambers to further experience the Mysteries of Woman. But at lastthe day had come for a decision. He wanted to know if he could be one of theChosen Males who could enter further into the Cult’s Sacred Rites. Though hewas terrified, his love of All Things Woman helped him steel his resolve.

The day was warm, and his simple tunic and sandals were not even necessary inthe balmy Mediterranean climate. His heart was pounding in his chest as walkedthrough the press of the public, anxious about what could possibly occur in theheart of his home city. His tall, tanned form was lean, yet still muscular, andhis short-cropped raven mane almost glowed beneath the temperate sky, wild withthe sunshine of summer.

The eyes of a pair of priestesses lit up with a hidden smileas he approached the temple doors, and despite his familiarity with them healways felt a rush of blood in his loins at their mere presence. Their airylight linens covered most of their flesh, but their raiment couldn’t completelycloak their womanly curves or screen the sweet aromas that ever seemed to caresstheir flowing locks. A diaphanous veil hid the lower part of their faces, as wascustom, but they still ever allured his worshiping heart as he walked pastthem into the wondrous greenish marble of the sacred tiles that decked theOuter Court.

Feeling grateful that there were few devotees thisnoontide, he approached a more mature priestess that stood watch before the gold embroideredaquamarine curtain that shielded the Inner Court from prying eyes. Suppressing a shudder, and mustering his courage, he was finallyable to utter the words. He prayed he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.

“I wish to be given a chance to be witnessed by the Goddess if it please Her. Iwould like an opportunity to be blessed and be counted among the Chosen.”

The eyes of the priestess grew slightly wider, as she, a bit hungrily, examinedhis strapping form. She couldn’t help but smile behind her veil at his obvious worry, and quickly assessed him from head to toe. He’d never notice she didit, but that appraisal included the witnessing of the rising bulge of his manhood that his tunic didn’t hide as well as he thought. This young man may please the Goddess indeed she reflected.

“You are aware of what is involved?”

“Yes, Representative of All That Is Woman.”

“Then come forth, and show your adoration for Woman.”

She parted the barrier of green and allowed him entry withinthe Inner Court. After signaling to a younger priestess that she should standbefore the curtain in her place, the senior priestess followed Arsenios into the warm shadowy chamber, almostwomb-like in its quiet aspect. Motioning him to stand upon the lower step of a broad,pristine, circular dais, she asked him to wait as she prepared the sacred firesof the golden censor on a pedestal at the top of the sanctified platform. Somewhatashamed of his tense looks about the shadowy chamber, he was again glad thatthis particular expanse of the Temple had no other worshipers about that he couldperceive. But the radiance from the fire made it even harder to tell as theshadows strengthened beyond its limited glow.

“You may ascend and disrobe before the fire of the Goddess.”

The thunder in his chest that had receded earlier camerushing back as he hesitated before removing his tunic and sandals. The seniorpriestess was delighted at his innocent awkwardness – it meant he may indeed be agood candidate as a male initiate, and was amused by his already stiffening member,even though nothing overtly sexual was occurring. Her hidden smile broadened further as hisnaked form climbed the steps and his cock began to lengthen more and ascend as well.

Now completely naked and well illuminated before the steadyflames, he tried to calm himself as the priestess frankly assessed him, walkingaround in a circle. Being scrutinized so thoroughly by a representative of theGoddess was too much for this Worshipper of Woman. He was fully erect by the timeshe finished the circumference of her survey. After a minute of standing beforehim she merely nodded her head, and the grateful Arsenios fell to his kneesbefore the Goddess’ Sacred Agent, and began to slowly caress his turgid member,as the Rite required.

Fully exposed and totally vulnerable, not even knowing who the Priestess wasbehind the veil, he unhurriedly began masturbating before her. His climb to release began as he gazed upon herclothed form with reverence and love for all things Woman. Though her lightweight attire concealed her hips and bosom, his cock still shuddered in delight at his eyes' devouring of her voluptuous form, wondrous hair, and mesmeric eyes. Her very embodiment of Woman within the priestess further awoke the carnality within him, and it could no longer be held back.

A clink upon the stone momentary broke his revelry and growing bliss, as he realized with surprise that a younger priestess had placed a bowl of sacred oil next to him. Stunnedhe realized that the Inner Court was actually full of priestesses and femaleworshippers of the Goddess, who were now observing his every move, completelycircling the dais.

“Take the oil, apply it upon your manhood, and complete yourAct of Devotion for Woman. Nothing should be hidden from Her. Not even yourmost private acts. Show Her your enthusiasm, affection, and your allegiance.”

Timidly at first, he started applying the warmed oil, and soon his flexing cock was slick with thesacred balm. He started his worship again, in love with all that is Woman andthe Power of Her Eternal Allure.

The Priestesses then knew he would do well in service to the Temple as his frame shuddered exquisitely with the sudden spurts of the ecstatic release his act of worship had brought forth.

Sometimes She Just Wants To Fuck

2011-08-30T08:03:00.000-04:00

Glancing at her curves
I feel my heat within
Rise a burning mast
My yearning for her den

Tasting sweet pale flesh
Feeling tresses red
Lost within her green pools
Shuddering within our bed

My lips wander far
Hands ever astray
Let no inch of this woman
Be ignored in any way

No time for tongue below
With fair fingers she leads
Lover craves it firm and strong
Pounding cock she needs

Cowgirl

2010-08-09T21:43:00.002-04:00

With my thrusts furious, she came hard and fast, lying beneath my lean, muscled form.

Our bodies dappled with fresh sweat, pale from the faint, lambent light.

Pausing. Catching her breath.

A quick gleaming in her sultry eyes.

Suddenly gripping me, she rolls me over so that I'm lying upon my own back. Mounting me like a beast, her dripping cunt envelops pulsating cock once more. Her gorgeous curly hair cascades over my face as her body's rhythm lavishes me in an intensity I won't be able to resist for long.

Her back arching. My lips upon her breast. Her shockwaves take me over the edge. Yet again I am One with her.

Nothing else matters.

Nothing else exists.

Only this.

This.

One Man's Love For Women

The Adoration of Arsenios

Sometimes She Just Wants To Fuck

Cowgirl