Samhain Night: The Lover's Celebration - Sex Stories

Samhain Night: The Lover's Celebration

Samhain Night The night air chills. Northern leaves glow golden and fall with the sun. Our nipples stiffen and touch sensually before our lips join. Our fire-dance is nigh, my sister. The scent of damp and decaying leaves fill the air, as the nights shorten and darkness comes ever earlier. Bodies are fevered with expectation, nipples swollen and lips moist as the greatest night of the Pagan year, draws ever closer, my dearest sister. The fire burns hot in the sylvan glade, warming our naked skin as we dance seductive rites for our Goddess, She who has endowed us with the magic of this Sacred Night... our eternal tryst. The words of the Great Goddess whisper softly through the enchanted glades of the Northern forests, an invisible mist which flows through our bodies. The voice of the Goddess demands our eternal return to this place of magic, to enact her sacred rites, of lust, love and service. The heat from the fire radiates outwards, like the heat from our bodies as the dance of desire begins again. Eternal, never ending night of carnal pleasures in her service, we her high priestesses will join together in frenzied love making once again. As night falls, the even-star sets in the west. The bright jewel of our Goddess kisses the misty treetops and the last light of summer fades into dusk. Hot as the crackling pyre burns the flame of our desire and our dance consumes us like the autumnal bonfire around which we twirl and sway. Our glistening skin glows in the firelight as ...

... we cast frenzied shadows upon the forest surrounding us, and spirits from the other side of the veil are summoned by our sacred rites, to rise and watch our eternal passion unfold... Night now brings with it, a damp coldness, which descends on the woodlands like a veil of sadness. The forest floor is thickly covered in a carpet of fallen leaves, their decay scenting the moist air. Such is the eternal cycle, of life, death and rebirth, and yet as we come together to celebrate the great festival of Samhain, the great Sabbat of the yearly cycle. We honour the ancestors and the goddess, with our fervent lust and wanton desires. Our naked dancing and love making around the sacred fire will warm and sustain the spirits of the departed with new life. They will partake with us, in the food, the wine, and witness, our sweat dripping bodies, entwined together, lust unbridled as we sate ourselves with the raw rapacious fever boiling inside of our bodies and souls... The stars wheel overhead as flaming embers rise to join them this sacred Samhain night, carried high on the cold north wind. Our bodies entwine in fevered dance as spirits rise around us from the stone barrows beneath the cold earth, taking up offerings left upon shuttered doorsteps. Hearths lay cold at summer’s end, to be lit anew. Life, death and rebirth, the end and beginning of the cycle. The fire burning within us is eternal, kindled by our Goddess before our first memories... shared as one heart till the end of dreams. ...