Sex Magick of Old
The Raising of the Stones
He remembered. It was the same as it had been all those moons and ages of time ago. The way she touched his skin, the way she breathed into him, the way she smelled, the way she felt inside of him as he was inside her. It was all the same as if time had not ever past by. But it had you see, this is the Modern Age, the last time he had been with her was when Stonehenge was being built and the stones had been unbroken and the circle with its links intact. But the forgetting made it impossible to recall. But we saw them.
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The posts had been stood up in a grand circle, the ditches dug and now all that was to do was sing the stones. We all gathered on that sacred plain under the spell of the spring full moon and put to practice all we had learned. The Singers, the Druids, the Lovers, the Magicians, the Dancers, the Spinners and the Weavers. We all were ready. We all had prepared and many had already contributed their arts to this place. I was a Lover, I had been trained my whole life for this moment. From very early on I lived with the Lovers. It was discovered by the elder Druids that loving was my specialty in life. It was obvious in watching and paying attention to a soul what their gifts of giving are. I ate slept, breathed and learned how to use what which would in another time and place be called the Sex Magick. The energy and vibrational frequencies of that movement could, in combination with sound and light of the Magick Moon, be used to move heaven and Earth, that which we called Terra back then. I speak to you using your terms and knowing as best I can, we were different in those days of old. Magick was the way of being then. It was sacred, we were sacred, there was no distinction as you see and sense today. We could see the plants and the oaks and the oceans around us flow in waves of vibration and waves of love and light only few of you can see today. Something was lost after the Romans came with their ships and merchants and Praetorians and strange ways. After they salted our fields and burned our sacred trees and homes. But that is another story. I am here to tell you of how we moved and loved and in particular what it was like with her that first time.
Her long blonde hair hung long and radiantly flowed over her curves past her fine shapely ass. The moon light reflected her radiance and my manhood instantly responded to her magnetism. Pulling on me as the moon does to the water making tides upon our shores. We were one and the same as the elements all around on that calm, breezy, gentle flowing most alive of evenings. The Carvers had made the rocks ready from the gorges far away and the Singers from the south had moved them here with their song as had the Drummers who accompanied them. And the beat of her undulated through me as my blood coursed through my veins. Pumping life force throughout all my nerves and making me hard and firm for her manipulations and control. Yes, control. That is best I can describe in your modern terms. Self control. Elevating what your Chinese People call the chi of sensuality and devotion and sex power to move and accompany raw natural power. This being a power so intense stones would move as lightly and effortlessly as the breeze that embraced and hugged her sweet curves that night of nights.
Her breasts, with nipples hard, poked out from under her wrap at my eyes caressing them with her raw sensuality and divine female power all about me. Her hips flowed as the breeze around us and wove a spell over me. She was all woman and none had I ever seen been so well proportioned and perfectly made for me. I saw her perfect body through the sheer fabric she wore. The Weavers had spent many a month creating this most delicate of delicates that she wore. None had had the power she had over me in that moment. Nor any since, not like that. But in all fairness to all the women since, none had been guided as she had for the Magick to come. She like me had years of study and guidance by the masters and mistresses. A physical exercise as she was well toned with body hard from exertion and self mastery. A spiritual exercise from many many hours and days in meditation and self stillness and calm. A mental exercise from the study of the heavens and the patterns and designs of motion and seasons. Emotional balance in tune with the moon and the sun and the stars and planets. All combined in her essence of self and her life force within as a birth goddess much like your Aphrodite or Venus. Now finally after all those years of training I would finally get to have her and she me. It was a mutual attraction. A wordless Magick, in combination with that of the People to move stones and make for our Holy of Holies, what you people of the Modern Age would call Stonehenge.
The stone altar of our Union in the very center of all was covered in soft cloths and adorned with petals from flowers from many lands. The scents in the spring air teemed with life essence and new birthing energy. We were going to tap into that energy around us and within us to do our part in the construction at hand. We did not force and nail and bang into place as you now do. We were so much more, how would you say it, subtle in those days. Working with nature instead of against it. This is perhaps why you do not understand us as we do not understand you, and your Roman relatives. Yet again I digress from my story.
The Singers in unison with the Drummers made harmonies and notes of musical ecstasy with their vocalizations and beats. Deep in bass with the baritone men’s voices and high in treble with the women’s and balanced with mid range of both sexes. The Dancers swayed and moved in unison with their beautiful bodies to the beat and tempo of the music all about them. The Weavers wove their Magick into their artistic creations to reflect light and make for an environment conducive to care and devotion. The Spinners juggling fire wands and twirling light to create visual dances of light. All building the energy all about us for the Druids to combine and focus as a beam of light is in this age to that of a laser. And onto this would be the force of our sexual union that could heal the sick and move things about. This night would be the movement into place of the Heel Stones. Others around us would be Making Love to add to our energy and that of all the creative spirits around us. Suffice to say the electricity, as you would call it, could be seen in arcs and sparks all about us. Even the Little People and the Fairie Folk were greatly amused at our creativity and a few could be seen out the corner of your eye dancing in the moon light.
Our life force was strong in that Age. The land was healthy, the air rich in fragrance and clean, most pure. The water was potent in minerals and prayed over constantly to keep it vibrant and full of goodness and healing. Fire burned within us for we celebrated life from the songs of the dawn to that of the setting sun. Cycles within cycles of birth, death, rebirth and life within life. All a great wheel that kept rolling along though we did not know of such a thing at that time. Again, I am trying to guide you to how we were in that age, that place and time by using metaphor and allegory your mind will comprehend. It truly was a cornucopia for the senses living in that time. We were in tune as you say. But that tune was more like that of a most powerful symphony orchestra times many many hundred fold. It is a deep shame that we were so misunderstood, so feared. But what once was lost is indeed being found again in this time, in this Age. Though few would dare go there as some of you say. Perhaps some of you remember the Sex Magick. Some of you may even know it intimately, though probably only a few truly practice it. It is after all a most energetic of processes and that of serious self mastery. It was not as your relatives thought and most certainly not the shameful, dirty thing we came to be known for. Please forgive me, I digress again and again. I feel as though I must defend our time, our people. They have been so grossly treated by your high story.
She in all her womanly glory opened up as blossoming flower before me as I approached the alter of stone. In deep prayer and meditation and cock feeling harder than the very stone about me, I came into her presence and could smell her flesh. She was divine. She was life incarnate. She was breath. She was as the Moon above to me. So bright and so alluring. The closer my steps took me to her, the deeper and more full became the sound of the music around us. The Singers and Drummers were most exhaling in this now for us and our Union.
Our eyes locked and I could feel her presence and woman power surround me like a blanket, though we had not actually physically touched, not yet anyway. Our mutual energy connected and kissed. Our energy caressed before our touch did. When our lips did finally connect as I climbed unto the stone slab with her the music crescendoed into a whole new song. And our lips danced together on a high soft plain and the stone slab became more soft and pillow-like as the new sounds affected it. I know it may not make sense to you but I was there and that is how it felt. The stone welcomed us into it’s self as we made Love. Life was embracing life via the Magick of the sounds and energy all about us.
She took my long hard stone pillar in her soft, delicate hands and guided me to enter her. I did not take my eyes off her eyes and maintained the power of the moment as I had been taught to do. She was so wet and deliciously beautiful to enter. Our Union made the energy rise within us. The hooded Druids closed the circle around our slab and we could feel their pulling of our chi if you will, collecting it, building it up within themselves to later direct.
My thrusts into her soft womanhood were equally matched by her grinding down hard on my manhood. She took me in and out as I her and we lifted one another up and up from the inside out. Our intimacy was so close and delicately hard as the Heel Stones now beginning to rise off the ground. Your industrial Light and Magic would be able to mimic this process in make believe on film but we did it for real. I suppose you would have had to have been there to truly appreciate the power of this thing I now share with you. I am not sure by the curious look in eyes that you believe what I tell you. But that is of no matter. It did happen as I tell you.
Seconds became moments, moments became hours and hours and hours passed as she pulled my chi out of my body into hers through my cock into her wet pussy. You call it lighting up chakras and opening kudalini. We called it connecting and opening ourselves one to the other. She orgasmed on my cock many many times and I focused on her pleasure and she knew how to grip me inside her and release just right with her internal muscle control.
And still the chanting and singing and beating of drums went on and on as the Two Heel Stones were mystically guided to their homes standing tall and erect as I had for my beautiful Lover. The sun began to break the night sky wide open and the Singers took to the Dawn Song. She and I could go to our home together now, our efforts and Love taken and focused to good.
I could now lay her down on our newly made soft bed and eat of her fine delicate thighs. I drank her folds and curves and inhaled her aroma into myself. I so adored her, I needed her and she me.
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His cock built up its tension and he could feel her tight wet pussy clench around him and it felt like home, it had felt like they had been together before. They moved in unison and their bodies sang together as if in ancient harmonies long lost to the sands of time. Their sweat and musk mingled into a unique blend as the breath became one in the same. She came on him and he came in waves upon her inner shores and filled her up with his hot, thick seed.
They had done this before but for the life of him he could not recall where.
