All For My Goddess
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INTRODUCTION
It’s not easy being a love goddess.
You doubt me? You think it might be the most romantic, amazing profession in the world?
Let me tell you, it’s not.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody. You either.
*****
First of all, you think I’m a prostitute. Or, you will once I tell you my story. And that’s exactly my point.
There’s no room for me here. I was born a thousand years too late, and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s probably a punishment for something I did wrong in that last lifetime, that I just can’t seem to remember.
They sent me here to Hell, and let me tell you, it’s a whole lot worse than the flames that licked up around my skin and consumed me when I was the sacrifice in my virginal phase. Those lifetimes a person knew where they were headed, had no illusions, saw the prize and went for it. There was no wavering, no confusion, no identity crisis then. It was–take the plunge and come up for air on the other side. It was cut and dried. It was a cinch.
Not here. Not now. Now, there’s nothing sure, nothing to count on. The sun comes up every day and goes down at night, if you’re lucky enough to be able to see it beyond the smog and the hazy, mutated weather patterns.
It’s all so confusing.
Because what I am, who I am, is not reflected back to me by any of the life forms so anxious to get ahead of me on the freeway. It’s like, I’ve entered this crazy funhouse where all the mirrors are distorted and perverted, and let me tell you, I’m having a hard time maintaining my equilibrium.
If it weren’t for Darian, I don’t know what I’d do.
Darian’s my guide, my protector. Does the term ‘pimp’ mean anything to you? Well, in your perverted world, that’s probably what you’d call him.
But you’re wrong. Darian loves me with the highest love there is. Only you jokers don’t seem to get that. So for you, he’s my pimp. Got it?
Do I sound angry? Sarcastic? Disillusioned? Well, I don’t know an illusion from a Golden Axiom incarnate anymore until it bites me.
But where was I? Oh yes. I was going to tell you my story. Do you want to listen? Really listen? Ah well. You’ll do what you want.
So here it is anyway.
CHAPTER 1
I was born in this little house in the middle of Nowhere Town, USA, a few years short of the Millennium. I batted my long dark eyelashes at my father and mother, and they both fell in love with me at the Opening Ceremonies (opening of the womb, I mean).
But the moment they strapped me into that chastity belt they called a ‘diaper,’ I knew something was wrong.
A faithful servant, my mother bathed me in sweet waters, perfumed me with oils, and clothed me in the exquisite fabrics and adornments befitting a personage of my rank.
My father adored me and worshipped at my altar, caressing me and covering my soft, chubby skin with kisses. When I was older and perched upon the throne of his arms, I blessed my subjects with the benevolent wave of my arms and blew them kisses from my pursed, heart-shaped lips.
But as I made my acquaintance with the new body I had acquired, and the new world to which I had come, I began to realize I was not at home anymore. I was in a strange new place, and I was not to be allowed to pursue my calling.
I observed that this place I now called home was a world of sadness and unfulfilled desires. Though my parents loved me dearly, I could tell they were not truly happy, and at times their negative vibrations and the words of anger and frustration they spoke gave me great distress and confusion.
I fell into a great despondency. The knowledge of my office had accompanied me to this birth, but no one had sent a messenger ahead to herald my dawning. These people were idolaters, and they worshipped something they couldn’t even see, but called ‘God.’ How strange.
I had come to them as Love Incarnate, and rather than bow down to me, they did the unthinkable: they didn’t even recognize me!
*****
Well, I had a lot of thinking to do, and I spent what was called my ‘childhood’ doing it. They couldn’t keep the other children away from me—especially the boys. They were drawn to me as if I was a magnet, and seemed content to sit under my gaze for hours.
I said little. As I told you, I was thinking. But the love waves flowed out of me in undulating ribbons, and seemed to cast a spell over them as they gathered to me.
Even the girls—those who didn’t harbor a similar calling in their past and feel jealous, who had never harbored even the ambition of such an occupation—were drawn to me and especially delighted in bringing me lemonade, removing my sandals, braiding my hair into long, dark plaits.
But my father made it clear from the beginning that I must keep my clothes on in company at all times. A kiss stolen now and then from the little boys who followed me as if I was playing haunting music on a pan pipe was small comfort.
*****
The real trouble began when I hit puberty. Up until then, while I was versed in the practice of my craft and knew it all by heart, I had no great urge toward using it, not being presented by opportunity. However, the boys in my school recognized the scent of my Blossoming, and I too began to sense a need of expression rising within me.
It was then that I began to struggle with the ultimatum of my father. It was an exhausting battle, but I won, thank the Golden Axiom. The force was too strong within me. It burst the fetters that had wound around and wounded me. Six hundred thirty-nine lifetimes of practice (well, except for the thirty vestal virgin ones) were too much for the pale stringy words of a man from a warped and impotent planet.
Besides, he needn’t know.
I wasn’t a baby anymore. I was a maturing girl-woman, capable of all the wiles of the species.
So, the first order of business was to put as much distance between me and those virgin lifetimes as possible. After all, it wasn’t like anybody was offering me a fiery furnace and eternity in Paradise for it, or anything. And if they had, I would have told them a few things about how long you really get to spend in Paradise. It only seems like eternity while you’re there. Then you get to come back to the land of Time again.
Buster was his name. I laugh to think of it now. Good ol’ Buster. He didn’t know what hit him! How could he? I suspect he had spent a lot of lifetimes digging dirt. I suspected this one held all the promise for him of a plumbing job, complete with drooping pants that never could seem to stay up over that crack!
I have to smile when I remember Buster. He was a sweet kid. He grew up to be a sweet teddy bear of a man. He had a pecking hen for a wife and seven yammering youngsters. Lived all his days with that woman, wondering why she couldn’t give him the sensations I had, and lamenting that first love—young love—was the best, and it was all down hill from there.
But I had too many other supplicants to attend to. I had arrived on a planet that was languishing for lack of the gift I had brought, and I decided that the only way to even begin to satisfy the need of this destitute parish was to allow each petitioner only one sacrament with me. Otherwise, how would I ever reach them all?
*****
I became mildly acquainted with the religion of the masses when my girlfriend, Liesl, and I visited the church she attended with her parents on Sundays. It was a small building, very white and very cold.
The altar was made of marble: pretty, but plain, and so cold…and high!
I asked her how they got up on it, and she told me they didn’t.
‘Then where do you do the coupling rites?’ I asked. The whitewashed wooden benches lining the aisles toward the door didn’t look very comfortable either.
‘We don’t do coupling rites,’ she answered.
I was stunned. What kind of religion was this?
*****
At the end of high school during the graduation ceremonies, I congratulated myself. I felt humbled by the enormity of my task, and grateful for the strength that had been given me to fulfill my mission. By the grace of the Golden Axiom, I had persevered to plant the Immutable Jewel of Light within every member of the male population that marched across the platform that night to receive their diploma.
For many of them, I had been the first in this lifetime to offer the sacred gift, and while many of them identified themselves with each other as part of the ‘Shawna Club,’ others kept their membership a secret, preferring to worship in private the fire which had been kindled upon their individual hearths.
Those who were attentive knew they had been changed, and were prepared to go out and initiate others to the High Altar of Love presided over by Shawna, High Priestess.
Sadly, I noted over the years that the faithful dwindled, and many of my initiates did not nurture the Flame with loving kindness, but allowed it to grow dim and dingy under selfish and base pursuits.
Still, I persevered.
Being accustomed in former lifetimes to the support of the Temple—’A workman is worth his hire’, and ‘Do not fail to bring offerings unto the Servants of Love’ were written in the Scriptures, after all—I received gladly the tithes and offerings brought to me in many forms. Sometimes it was cash, other times a meal, a gift of jewelry, an opportunity to travel to other places on the globe.
The most difficult part for the petitioners to accept was my edict that, once initiated, they could not return to me.
This gave me the most trouble. I felt terrible about it, because in any civilized society, there would have been numerous goddesses to satisfy the need, and I would not have been overtaxed. As it was, I could only do what I could do.
*****
At one time, I thought I had found the sisterhood of my profession, when a gentleman escorted me downtown in a large, brightly lit city one night. There were glittering gowns, short form-fitting skirts, and tight blouses strutting up and down the street, linking arms with men whose prowling scent reached me within the vehicle we were driving.
I had never felt so much hungry, seeking energy concentrated in one place before. My nipples were reaching to it, my body was straining, bathing itself in moisture. I felt myself being pulled apart, ravaged by the need.
My companion, sensing my arousal, mistook the source of it for himself, and began to fondle me in the darkness of the car. Arresting his hand, I asked him about the place we were in.
I had not heard of the ‘Red Light District’ before, but I thought it was a fitting name for a Temple. For the Fire which I sought to kindle in my followers was a Light that burned red hot in its most living state, just before it turned white, shifting into the cosmic dimension.
I got excited at the thought that here were other purveyors of my craft, and I asked my companion about them. Yes, he had visited some of them in his younger days. I wanted to meet them, but he discouraged me.
‘Honey, you’re a cut above them. You’re a diamond, they’re cut glass. You’re the real thing, they’re just cheap imitations.’
I didn’t know what he meant. Oh, how blessed it would be to find others of my kind in this world!
But he refused to introduce me to them, drowned my protest in the warmth of his mouth, took my elbow and escorted me inside to the restaurant on the 35th floor.
So I found a way to meet them on my own. While the energy was intense in that district, and I felt a drawing upon me that was predatory and unnatural, it wasn’t as bad in the daylight, when I went and found some of the girls pacing. I asked a couple if we could talk, and offered to take them to tea at the restaurant where my friend and I had dined, as it was open for luncheon during the day.
They seemed surprised by my offer, and told me they’d have to turn a few ‘tricks’ first, but they could meet me in a couple hours.
I felt puzzled. Why were they pacing the streets? Where were their Temples? Did a ‘trick’ refer to the alchemy we performed of implanting the immutable, or was there other sorcery which they practiced?
I browsed a book store while I waited, and met them at the appointed time.
Where to begin?
Well, I gazed into their eyes over the table, and one of them lowered hers, while the other flicked hers sideways.
Taking in the surroundings in the restaurant, she asked, ‘So, whatcha wanna know? Lookin’ for some action? This job ain’t no walk in the park. Oh! I forgot! Yes it is!’
She glanced at her friend, put out her hand, which the other girl slapped, and laughed heavily.
‘So, whatcha need girlfriend?’
‘Well, I was wondering where your Temples are, and why you pace the streets as you do,’ I said.
‘Temples? Temples?? Girl, I ain’t Jewish. I don’t know ’bout no temples. There’s a cathedral down the end of Market Street. But why you bring us here to ask us about temples? We ain’t exactly the church-goin’ kind, if ya know what I mean.’
She glanced at her friend again, widening her eyes and making a face at my naiveté.
She looked back to me and said with disdain, ‘An’ why we walk the street? ‘Cuz we need the green stuff.’ She rubbed her fingers together.
‘Gotta eat, gotta drink.’
She nudged her companion then. ‘Specially drink. Helps ya’ forget. Helps pass the time. Helps dull the blows them bastards give . . .’ she said, as if I ought to understand.
But I felt as if I was in a foreign land. This goddess was not speaking my language, if indeed she was a goddess, which I was beginning to doubt. The seeking vibrations I had felt in this place were unmistakable, but I began to understand their perverse nature as I noticed the dark circles around the woman’s eyes which led into the dark, brooding sadness in their center. Such eyes held not the Sacred Light, much less the ability to transfer it to another through Union. I didn’t know what to say. There didn’t seem to be any communicating with these life forms. My hopes sank in my chest as I realized with embarrassment that it would take at least fifteen minutes to get the tea we had ordered and drink it, and find a polite way to end this fiasco.
The tea came while the woman was making her second examination of the entire restaurant, as if she had never seen such a place before.
She grimaced at the first sip of her tea, as if she had never tasted tea before.
After a few more sips, she suddenly exclaimed, ‘Well, we gotta go. Come on Carlotta. Thanks for the tea.’
And they left.
I could only conjecture that this meeting had been as strange and alien to them as it had been for me.
*****
So I resigned trying to contact others of my kind. My companion of that evening had told me they were called prostitutes. I was rather shocked when a subsequent devotee referred to me as such.
He was greatly in need, and I feared for the Jewel I would plant within him, for I felt from the moment I met him that he did not have the ability to nurture it. But, being a Servant of the Most High, it was not mine to question the disciples drawn to me by the Golden Axiom. The sun shone upon rich and poor, just and unjust, and in the same way was my gift given to all who sought it.
It was when I told him I could not see him again that he called me that name, asking in an angry tone why I thought I was too good for him, since the friend who had referred him to me made it plain I was ‘just an expensive, high class prostitute.’
I decided to let his attitude slide and chalk it up to sexual frustration, and ignorance. I too had thought at one time that there was some similarity between those others and myself. I couldn’t expect one of their kind to perceive the difference.
But when he grabbed my wrist across
the table and wouldn’t let it go, I became frightened. None of my adherents liked the limitations of my service, but they had all accepted it one way or another.
An angel stepped up to our table at that moment.
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My friend from high school and I have a Friday tradition of going for drinks at a tiny little bar halfway between our apartments, and we try to aim to get there as early as we can. A typical Friday involves me leaving work and driving straight to Boytoy's apartment, starting the weekend off right by getting that huge cock into me. A 'quickie' with him is never a five minute frantic fuck though, no matter how little time I might say I have, he always takes his time and makes full use of a...
This story is based on a dream I had about shemale porn star Meghan Chevalier around 15 years ago.I'm sitting up in bed. There is an empty glass on the nightstand; I know that I have recently drunk whatever was in the glass. I'm wearing a light violet silk robe, and nothing else. It seems quite feminine. Then I realize that my body has become quite feminine as well. The fat I've been carrying around for years is gone and my waist has tapered down to about 27 inches. My legs are long and slim....
Hello everyone my name is aju and I’m working in a call center. This is a real true story that happened some time ago. It contains incest between me and my mother and also scat sex, if you don’t like these kinds of sexual acts please don’t read the story. I really never thought I would be sharing this experience of mine but one of my friends convinced me that this is a good idea. I think so too and here it goes. This is about my infatuation with my mother vaishnavi. She is 43 years old but...
IncestGoth Goddess By Sissy Maid Sapphire My weekend was winding up as most of them did, out on Sunday night with a couple of coworkers at a local dance club. It hosts different clubs each night and Sunday is its gothic night, called "Death and Darkness". I was dressed in a velvet shirt, PVC pants and my favorite 'Docs' and, knowing the code words of the bar, was sipping on my second absinthe and taking in the view of the dance floor. I smiled at the gorgeous women...
I am an average guy with decent looks. I have always been steeped up in studies so I didn’t have much interaction with girls during adolescence. During eleventh standard, a new family moved next doors. I have seen the kids hop around for a while but I have not seen their mother. Since it was my IIT preparation phase, so I didn’t notice much. I went with my life with usual pace. My first sighting of her…I remember distinctly- how would I not, I have masturbated so many time to it. I was...
MY NYLON GODDESS This story is part autobiography, part fantasy. I haven't yet decided whether to continue it, but any feedback or suggestions would be very welcome! ================================ I stopped dead, hand still clamped around the head of my cock. Had she seen me? As she'd tilted her head to gaze up at the high window from which I was looking down into the garden, I had been nearing the point of orgasm. Instead of bobbing down out of sight as I would normally...
Prologue?This tribunal find the defendant Alice the Goddess of true love guilty of having emotional attachments to the human being Duncan from the village of Nashim and sentence her to be the property of Devlin god of carnal love. Her terms of service are to be determined by her new owner.?The words rang through Alice’s head as she shook her head in disbelief. This could not be happening! She looked at Devlin. He held a smug expression on his face as he smiled at her, his eyes slowly moving up...
Mother's Love: Becoming a Goddess Johnny, now Stephanie, falls deeper into the joys and loves of becoming more and more like his Mother. His Mother continues his transformation into her daughter, a woman and her reflection. His Mother had always planned for him to be feminized and transformed into her extremely feminine, obedient and beautiful daughter. She instills onto him to be like her, to long for her love and acceptance. Dressed in the finest lingerie, wearing her delicates and...
Following the his humiliation, her pathetic husband was comforted by the fact he was at least included in the sexual deviancy of his wife and I. Her and I decided to put and end to his wishful thinking. We decided to let him catch us in the act, we knew if he saw us fucking and taunting him behind his back would add to add to his humiliation and of course add to our sadistic sexual pleasure. With her powerful hands she held my head as i sucked and kissed her warm tits. I bit her luscious...
Glenda saw the small announcement in the activities section of the newspaper. She didn’t have much else to do these days since her husband died. Her kids didn’t live close and she hadn’t made many friends. No hobbies to pass the time either. This was intriguing though. It read, “Mature Sex Goddess gathering on Wednesday evening”. An address that she surmised was a private home was given as well and an email to RSVP. “What the hell,” she thought. It would at least be interesting although she’d...
“Where are we going Thomas?” She asked.“It is a secret, but I’m sure you will be quite satisfied when we get there. Also, it will be necessary to blindfold you before we arrive,” I responded.After a three-hour drive, in virtual silence, I said “It’s time to blindfold you Ellie.”You could feel Ellie tense up, as I applied the blindfold.The following will explain how Ellie and I had arrived on this unexplained trip.Ellie and I had been lovers for six months. She had been employed at my company...
Group SexOur Society had organized a nine day dandiya(dance) night. I went on the last day and was enjoying the society members dancing suddenly I noticed a girl dancing in full rhythm and enjoying herself, she had a sexy figure, juicy boobs with cleavage exposed due to the garba costume and beautiful face, she was a Sexy Goddess. Suddenly I was pulled into dance by the secretary of the society and I too started dancing, as I being a good dancer I was enjoying dancing but thinking of this Goddess,...
Sorry that the opening to this is a little longer than I would like – but it’s important. I had just finished the 7th hole when the rain came. So I headed home when I noticed a well dressed black man standing in the rain while looking under the hood of his Mercedes. I stopped and asked if he needed any help. He said that he just needed a ride. He said, ‘I have to meet some clients at the Park Towers…and that’s the 2nd time that P.O.S. car has done that. Are you going anywhere near The Towers?’...
I was seventeen when I first met Anna. She was sixteen at the time and just moved to Long Island from Canada for a few years earlier to be with her grandparents. She was in my high school as a junior while I was a senior. We barely knew each other then but I knew she was hot. She was a cute five-foot-six-inch black beauty that had long black hair, chocolate eyes, a nice ass and a beautiful face. She had a nice laugh but it was her breasts that I really liked about her when it came to her...
InterracialSorry that the opening to this is a little longer than I would like - but it's important.I had just finished the 7th hole when the rain came. So I headed home when I noticed a well dressed black man standing in the rain while looking under the hood of his Mercedes. I stopped and asked if he needed any help. He said that he just needed a ride. He said, "I have to meet some clients at the Park Towers...and that's the 2nd time that P.O.S. car has done that. Are you going anywhere near The Towers?"...
I was happy as Monk Alanus at the Monastery of Lindisfarne in 793 A.D., I was a large man by those times standing 6” 1” inches tall. I worked in the outer wheat fields of the monastery. The fields were right next to the nearby convent and at the time I frequently met Novice Jean when we were able to sneak away and spend some time together making love in the soft grass. Because of my large cock, word had spread around the convent and I had no shortage of “sinners” who enjoyed my ten inch organ....
She was dressed entirely in black. A figure-hugging long-sleeved t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. She was wearing a 9 inch dildo which was being wafted in my direction. I was sat on the sofa in my boxers, my cock already growing to its maximum 5 inches. She had a smug smirk on her face, knowing full well that I was her little slut. 'Stand up' She commanded. I obeyed. 'Pull down your panties'. Of course I did, dropping them instantly, my cock sprung out and she grasped it, leading me to...
"Honey, I am home!" I heard the voice of my mother as she locked the door behind her.I quickly closed the fridge and and wiped my mouth clean of the delicious, cream filled cake that Robert had brought home earlier. I loved cakes and I loved Robert, my mother's boyfriend. About 15 years older than mom, Robert was a good, decent man with a steady job, a house and retirement plan. Even at age 11, I understood well why these things are important.For almost 2 years before mom met Robert, we lived...
Hi this is Jose from Kerala and after writing my first story in ISS Love and Respect Leads to Sex) I got several responses from the readers some people asked about Reema some told me to write more about our relationship, some people asked whether I am having any other relationship like that. So I decided to answer all these questions through ISS. It was the first and last time with Reema, as I got a job in Mumbai after that incident also her husband now settled in Kerala. So this time I will...
Hi Guys n Girls n especially to the mature women’s at ISS. This is a real story which actually happened with me. 3 years before we just shifted to our new flat at Thane, and we just settled that the Navratri festival came in. Our Society had organized a nine day dandiya night. I went on the last day and was enjoying the society members dancing suddenly I noticed a girl dancing in full rhythm and enjoying herself, she had a sexy figure, juicy boobs with cleavage exposed due to the Garba costume...
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Eight: Impaled by the Minotaur By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Acolyte Sophia – The Labyrinth, the Island of Yalut The words of the Minotaur echoed down the hallway out of the darkness of the large room before us. The source of the foul stench pervading the Labyrinth flowed with it. In the glow of my pink, ethereal light bobbing beside me, I spotted a skeletal arm stretched out of the large room,...
Susanne Butler was settling in for the night in her house, she was Caucasian, she was 62-years-old, she was 5'8, shoulder length long blonde hair, blue eyes, she was wearing underwear, a long satin silk nightgown, she was also a loving divorcee mother to her 18-year-old teenage Daughter named Katherine, she's also Caucasian, she's 5'7, brunette hair, hazel eyes, her 16-year-old son named Peter, he was also Caucasian, he was 5'9, brown hair, brown eyes, her 3-year-old Toddler son named Mark, and...
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