Prologue
What is the Summer solstice spiritually?. While the Spring equinox begins a journey and represents new beginnings, the Summer solstice represents the next step of this divine rhythm. Always occurring at the start of the cancer sun season; the summer solstice reminds us to turn inward and find the nourishment needed to grow and evolve.
The summer solstice represents the transition from action to nourishment, which is exactly what the sun gives us during the long nights of summer, not only to our actual crops but also to the continual journey we travel from darkness to light. The summer solstice is an energetically charged day, and an important one to set and direct our intentions on the themes of this phase, which are patience, nourishment and trust.
The summer solstice has a history of stirring libidos and has long been associated with love, sexuality and fertility. Does summer solstice affect mood?. During this season, people tend to feel better and have some elevation in their mood.
Granny finds nourishment
I was feeling lethargic and torpid that day of the Summer solstice. I just wanted to hibernate, but that nagging inner voice kept urging me to get out there for my regular jog on the forest preserve trail...I did and encountered a rather attractive older woman sitting on a bench, sipping booze and smoking a joint. How cool was that I thought. She beckoned me to join her celebrate the solstice and I did. Actually it was the prominent cameltoe bulge at the crotch of her beige spanx leggings, that attracted me most to her. Not to mention her warm challenging smile.
Her name was Lyra. I told her mine, Titus. I sipped some of her scotch took a few drags on her joint and we talked amiably, swapping jokes and anecdotes. Later Lyra asked me to drop her off at her condo a few blocks away. Then she invited me in to have a drink with her.
Lyra said she used to celebrate the summer solstice with her friend Rosita aka the priestess, and two other women...Meditating and performing rituals to the Goddess and to mark the moon's changes. The four women celebrated love, sex, the continuity of life, the liberation of women. But they have all drifted away over the years. Now she celebrates alone.
"It seems our encounter was preordained. I have a feeling that it's my lucky day today" she said, beaming.
She told me she'd be 60 years old the next day, as she mixed drinks for us. She is a granny of two adorable preteen girls. Her gaze was fixed on the big bulge in my jogging pants. We regarded each other silently for long moments sensing the sweet possibility of sex.
"You are going to fuck me to celebrate the solstice aren't you young man", she said with exuberance.
"I most certainly am young lady and so very well, you will experience the supreme joy of fucking I might add", I chuckled.
"Oh God, don't make me come already", she smiled.
Lyra is a forthright advocate of revolutionary feminism...She expressed anger and exasperation with the current status-quo in the feminist agenda. Her politics defies convention. She came across as a rather cool granny. And her swearing was quite a novelty.
"Holy cunt of a whore! by the prick of Judas! scarlet cunt on wheels"! are some of her staples. "If it feels right, then it is right" she said, with conviction. She was also a little quirky and hilariously funny at times.
"I'm no stranger to the dark side of life; I have been around the block a few times...But now, nobody wants me. I've tried not to look old but it doesn't work. I'm bitter, I feel distracted, uncertain of myself. It's been a long time since I had real sex. I've had to masturbate, take care of myself; and it only reminds me of being so alone" she said sadly.
"On this day of the spiritual solstice, my body and my soul need nourishment, not to mention my starved cunt" she said forlornly. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom.
She stood before me in her scanty panties. Naked she looked years younger. Her tanned body slightly mannish, with firm yet supple muscles, soft curves and small breasts. The softness and femininity of her figure lay in the tender fleshiness of her hairy cunt, the indentation of the vulva. The faint lines at her eyes, the deep brown eyes all beg for tenderness. I could tell she was very horny and needed me badly.
Lyra peeled off her soaked panties, and sat down on the very edge of the bed, her legs planted far apart, and her cunt free-floating as it were and open. I stood between her legs and regarded her gaping pussy, a long pink slimy vulva fringed with abundant grey straight hair, that seemed to writhe like snakes, and the hair-sprouting crinkles of her asshole.
She pulled apart her labia, exposing her excited clitoris, to further entice me. Her twat seemed to have swollen to twice it's normal size. Meanwhile my cock grew larger and longer, becoming very hard, forcing me to slip off my jogging pants.
"Holy shit Titus, that is one very hefty, powerful looking dick; I knew you'd be hung like a mule"! she cried, grasping my cock and squeezing hard.
"Omg, it is so fucking hard and heavy, a real man's cock and so beautiful I daresay" she cooed, sucking the head briefly. Lyra arched her back, giving her breasts to me with mad abandon.
"Go on, eat them" she directed as I sucked and licked and bit her erect tits.
Lyra sprawled backward on the bed, pulling me into position between her legs, her eyes glittering mysteriously. Her well-developed pink clitoris, engorged, pulsating, was soaked in viscous juice as I sucked it...She was a woman with a need for sexual excess, a need so great, it seemed to churn inside her with a wildness. I was seized with an ecstatic delirium to plunge into her wet pussy and fuck her mercilessly. She came instantly as I plunged all of my cock into her fevered cunt, and she continued to come and come, writhing on the sheets.
I began thrusting into her in soul-satisfying rhythm, masterfully, with the consummate skill of a sex-enthusiast...Her thighs surrendered, opening to lust, her gaping cunt wanting to be royally fucked, to wipe out all those years of wanting out of her system.
"Ohh...Ahh" she moaned and tossed. Her pussy was elastic, buoyant like that of a younger woman; spilling juice profusely, the smell strong intoxicating. Lyra wanted vicious variety and searing sensation; raking her heels and fingernails along my back, moaning repeatedly. Tossing wildly beneath me in a fierce rut. She began to sigh deeply each time I thrust forcefully into her.
"O God, I can fuck like this forever. I feel like a woman again" she sighed, smacking her lips.