Prologue
Sacred or Temple harlots have historically been housed in the temples, and have used physical union and connection with men and women, to build the spiritual connections with the universe, and their god or gods. To uplift them physically, emotionally and spiritually all at the same time. She is the goddess of earthly love, sexual and sensual.
The Great Goddess was the bringer of all that is alive. Through her came new life, and sexuality was one of the mysteries of creation. Sexuality was revered and worshipped in a way we find hard to fathom today. In the goddess temples, the sacred prostitutes were her priestesses. Their bodies were available to share the blessings of the goddess with strangers, hungry for love and connection. In this way, sexual love was shown to be divine, of the goddess, not separate from it.
The sensual magic of the sacred harlot mellowed the behavior of men. She is the bringer of sexual joy, and the vessel by which the raw animal instincts are transformed into love and love-making. These harlots were not prostitutes as we know them, but priestesses, sorceresses, prophets, and healers. Sacred whores were known sometimes as the Holy virgins of Goddesses such as Ishtar, Asherah, or Aphrodite.
A Propos
My interest in and research into mysticism; the practice of religious ecstasies together with whatever ideologies, ethics, rites, myths, legends, and magic may be related to them. As well as in mystical experience, allowing yourself to let go of your identity, and experience a union with Mother Earth, indeed, the cosmos. All of which prompted me to attend a lecture at the Kali Club, by the well-known mystic and advocate of spiritual sexuality, in Pagan and Alt circles, madam Azalea Hestia.
She enunciated that Goddess Worship is a Yoga; an art and system that teaches you to explore and discover your sexuality, as your connection to the creative life forces within you...Anointing, toning and offerings like these, gained devotees passage to the wisdom, and desires of the Goddess. You learn to tune into the subtle messages of your body, and find out precisely how to dedicate yourself to your pleasure.
"Woman is the Creator of the Universe, the Universe is her form.
woman is the foundation of the world....There is no prayer equal to a woman. There is not, nor has been, nor will be any yoga to compare with a woman; no mystical formula nor asceticism to match a woman", she declared.
I had the privilege of talking to madam Azalea after the lecture, and I became profoundly smitten with her. With wild feelings of lust and attraction for her...Her body is no longer young but still firm with soft curves and graceful. Her warm, liquid mesmerizing brown eyes beneath enhanced eyebrows; her tanned skin, her thick long black hair, streaked with grey, hangs loosely down her back. I told her she was beautiful, feeling the strong magnetism between us, the sweet possibility of sex. Later I requested an audience with her.
"I see an ulterior motive and a burning desire in your eyes" she said smiling, as she looked deep into my eyes. She promised to get back to me. Two weeks later the invitation came.
I am Malik Hotep, a man of many varied pursuits, interests and attributes with a charisma that endears me to women, especially older ones. I am a Taurus and a Tantrik Adept as well as an occasional, private sex surrogate. And I daresay a fine specimen of a very virile dude. I've always been excited by newness and adventure.
Goddess Worship At the Isis Moon Temple
I was all excitement and anticipation, as I headed out to Azalea's house in the countryside. It is a ranch-type house set in an enchanted pseudo Japanese garden, called "The Isis Moon Temple"...I was warmly welcomed by Azalea clad in a diaphanous knee-length caftan that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts, her supple jiggly ass, the coiling mass of her black-haired bush set me ablaze with desire for her.
She led me into an austere high ceiling chamber, festooned with occult paraphernalia and adorned with indoor plants; yucca, cacti, orchids. The room called "Earth-Womb" was bathed in filtered sunlight; the air filled with flute music, drumming and magic. Azalea was open to the music's spell, her body undulating to the sensuous rhythms. On the walls hang artwork with erotic motifs by her. There was a spacious alcove lit by two large red phallic-like candles, and contained a wide futon covered with silken sheets and soft cushions. In a corner stood a table with sumptuous food and booze.
A miniature statue of a nude voluptuous woman, the Goddess Isis, stood in another corner. Incense swirled from the icon's arms--a mixture of musk, amber, cinnamon and lemon--weaving a thick fragrance in the air. Azalea is beautiful as the dusk, her body roasted by the sun. She looked ageless for a 54 year old woman. She is of the way of truth, bringer of light to darkness. Her cheeks are flushed, her cinnamon eyes misty. A woman of great mysterious sensuality.
She excited my imagination. Her discourse put me in a trance as we talked. Azalea displays intense vitality, enthusiasm and a verve for life; with an extraordinary and abundant sexual energy, and unmistaken orgasmic prowess. She accepts and defends her uninhibited sex life. She wants "the biggest and long lasting orgasms any woman could ever imagine or hope for". Warm breeze blew into the room making me very horny. As I spoke of my admiration for and eagerness to learn her message and teachings, Azalea cut me off and said,
"Young man I know why you are here, I saw it in your eyes when we met. You want to fuck me, the legend and icon called Azalea Hestia, Do you not".
"I'm guilty as charged" I smiled. She smiled back sipping her drink.
"Call me Azee, all my close friends do. I'm a Sacred Harlot and a divine nympho-maenad" she said sexily, as she reclined against the futon, legs pulled up and parted, offering me a provocative view of her very hairy cunt, enticing me. The symmetrical inner labia sat open to reveal a big clitoris, shiny with the translucent juice inside, while sipping her cognac between drags on a joint. Her eyes were filled with pure desire.
"I daresay that is one exquisite looking cunt" I said softly, gazing between her legs. I felt good and high from the booze and pot.
"Yes indeed, I like showing off my cunt" she responded.
