I stand before Goddess
I dedicate to Goddess
I give my body to Goddess
I seek the pleasure of Goddess
I lose myself for Goddess
Goddess takes me
- Sasho's Opening Aspiration of the Solstice Pilgrimage to the Home of the Goddess
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The old woman was naked. She had a strong, lithe body, and long silvery gray hair. Her breasts hung full and plenty, with pert brown nipples and large brown aureolas. She stood at the lowest step before the Mouth of the Goddess, directly in front of the altar, calm as could be. She was waiting.
I didn't know what she was waiting for, but I was not ready to ask questions. All around me were people who had learned about this early. Well, earlier. But I was new to the world of Temple Dedication. Our family's dedication to the Goddess was placing torn fruit on the altar and lighting a midnight candle. The Temple was just not a part of our simple life. Now I was here, standing next to my best friend Remi only a small distance from the altar, waiting for this primally sexy old woman to get on with what whatever she was about to do.
The old woman opened her arms wide and a drum began to thump deeply and slowly, at heartbeat pace. The Knife of the Goddess, a tall, broad figure in raw silk robes, emerged from behind the Altar and came to stand in front of the pool called the Mouth of the Goddess. They looked down on the old woman from the topmost step of the altar. The drum thumped thirteen times and fell silent.
The Knife of the Goddess said loudly, for all to hear, "Speak your piece."
The woman kept her arms out and spoke in a warm, strong, golden voice: "Most Exquisite Knife of the Goddess. I come to walk the Dedications. The congregation will bear witness that I have stood before the Goddess at the Guarding Tree and let the people have of me."
The Knife looked out into the crowd. As the sharp eyes passed over where I was standing, there was a lurch at my navel. "Is this so?" The Knife asked the crowd.
The crowd mumbled a yes. Then a man spoke up from back in the crowd, "When I was here last Thursday, I saw this woman stand at the Guarding Tree while all the congregants came up to her and touched her all over and inside her body. She made noises, it's true, and she did not leave her post before the Goddess. I have seen it; I have said it." The crowd rumbled approval.
"Who has tasted her?" asked the Knife.
Eight younger women, somewhere in their thirties, stood up. "We have tasted her, Most Exquisite Knife," they chanted together. "She flows for the Goddess." The crowd rumbled again, a little louder. The old woman turned around and faced the congregation. She had the most beautiful, soft silver curls around her sex. My own sex throbbed and I felt myself moisten.
"And who has entered her?" the Knife's voice asked sharply, cutting the approving rumble short.