LADY OF LIGHT

He was so fractious,frustrated, frazzled and plain fed up when he entered the store, he needed new lights for his bachelor pad.He had trawled every shop until he came across this one, this was smaller and slightly understated but some of the designs, golden flutes inlaid with gleaming designs that glittered and coalesced in a very mesmerizing way really caught his eye.

When he entered the interior made Aladdin’s cave look like a wood-shed, all sorts of light emitting lamps designs and devices were in the room, he tried to pick out one but simply got confused but suddenly, in this lounge of ornamental luminescence, he felt calm again.It was as if the row upon row of tantalizingly bejeweled and chased designs had taken away all his worry. Read more…

KRYSTAL-AIR

He had been in this airport lounge for 6 hours, they said that his flight to the Caribbean was delayed by low cloud and bad weather. He seemed now to be the only passenger
apart from 2 or 3 others to be sitting waiting to depart. It seemed that all of those around him
had been taken away. Read more…

In Service to Goddess Marquesa: Chapter Four – Meeting Requirements

It had known the workmanship as well as the worship of human hands. They had roved over its glazed and shining surface as moonflashes slanted a silver cross onto the figure set in the exact centre of the attic. Not on the ash floor panels but atop a staggered cross pedestal of obsidian, a thinner square of the stuff set at a diamond angle to the cross and radiating out by three extra feet. She looked down from a height of almost 6 feet, clay body formed after that first meeting in an aethereal dream realm, covered over with glaze that morning and painted by gibbous moonlight. He’d been startled on seeing it at the foot of the bed come dawn, clay still soft, pieces of it on his hands and on the duvet. Black cloak, emerald eyes, red lips, creamy alabaster skin, gold heels, red panties and large umber nipples. Read more…

In Service to Goddess Marquesa: Chapter Three – Near of Far, Far or Near

Sublime Surrender

Her voice is the voice of Truth…
Her voice is the voice of Reason…
Her voice is the voice of Love…
Her voice is Eternal Love…
Her voice goes with me wherever I am,
No matter how far apart we are…

Far or near,
Near or far,
My heart feels Her here…

-from Affirmations in Service to the Goddess,
by the Priestess Palmystra

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A Touch of Krystal Touching My Life

Do you remember you first hypno-crush?

Can you remember the first time you realized there was a woman out there who would gladly hypnotize you?

Can you remember the first mp3 you heard? The first sample? The first time you put yourself in a place to be hypnotized? Read more…

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