EROTIC THOUGHTS
The Sacrifice of the Questing Beast
A tale of ghosts and beasts and gods — with a twist ending you won’t see coming!
I walk amongst the ghosts of lives never had, seeing their fate — eternally cursed to roam a plane of never being.
I kneel in the same place that those who came before me knelt, and somehow I know them and they are familiar to me. More ghosts on a sacred plane.
Sacrifices everywhere, gone but not forgotten. Ever present in the realm of Now, and I realize: I sacrifice to old sacrifices.
I inhale as my knees quiver and I sense the scent of change. I enter as a man now less, but still more, preparing my sacrifice. The Beast is hungry and must be appeased. Vigilant in its haste, Death never touches it for its Quest is both noble and pure.
I sacrifice willingly, as I have time and time before, for in so doing — my less now becomes more.
The Beast growls and roars and flashes its many heads, in and out of the Darkness, piercing every veil, waiting to be revealed; one step closer to the gods. Limbs creek and crack through the thundering smacks of action down below. The heavens open with stars ablaze and bear witness to the sacrifice. The Beast boasts forward and becomes crippled as he offers his Life Force to me. I hold the Beast to the gods and Our sacrifice pleases them.
I share with the ghosts of ever before, the Secrets I learned of how to be more.
o |___ THE SACRIFICE ^_______________________ © Anthony O’Dugan 2021
Author’s note:
Please do me the kindest of favors and re-read this because this is about masturbation.
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