Prologue
During two separate sessions of Tarot reading with Bianka Majora a well-known Psychic and Clairvoyant, the High Priestess card came up for me twice...The High Priestess is a Major Arcana, or "Trump" card, that represents human wisdom. The High Priestess can be viewed as a kind of female Pope, or the ancient Egyptian Priestess Isis, the even more ancient snake and bird goddesses, the Greek goddess Persephone. Until you consider this as vital to your well-being as the need to eat and sleep and fuck, you are likely to be eternally restless and deeply dissatisfied. A spiritual routine that suits your temperament, practiced every day, is the most trustworthy path to freedom.
A Tarot card reading consists of a reputable psychic showing you the cards that have been chosen for you and what they mean for your life and future. They can vary in meaning, from love to work, health to fortune and many other areas of life. A reading can help you see your life path clearly and open your eyes to the possibilities specific to you. While your destiny may seem to be written in the stars, we all have free will. A reading can help to reveal which events are avoidable and will help to prepare you to approach life with confidence.
Major Arcana
I decided then to embrace the life-style of a Pagan-Wiccan-Therapist, Herbalist and Spiritualist at age 60, to pursue the path of the High Priestess. My name is Yoni Twatt, actually my adopted Wiccan name. I am an ex-counsellor and psychotherapist, and I sculpt as a hobby. I am also into Yoga and meditation. I am very fit attractive and look young for my age. I joined a Pagan Guild of Herbalists and Holistic Medicine as part of my new life-style...During that summer the Guild was sponsored by a Pharma company to seek medicinal tropical herbs from Guyana. Three of us, two women and one man were chosen to go on the Expedition...In Guyana we were housed at a Lodge in the town of Enmore near the majestic Kaieteur Falls right in the tropical forest.
On the day after our arrival I'd just swam a few laps in the pool and relaxing in my cabin when Damas the Afro-Guyanese American male member in the group came over with a bottle of Cognac. I liked him a lot; he is suave, well-spoken and rather funny. He is also well-built and looks younger than his 40 years. A few drinks later we began to fool around spontaneously. As we got high Damas began to stroke my exposed breasts, thighs and flanks; my big slippery clitoris...My cunt began to salivate and grool in lust. I felt good thoroughly enjoying myself. I sighed deeply as he guided his huge hard cock into my soaked cunt. I could feel the rhythm in Damas' hips his hard thighs as he fucked me skillfully, magnificently that afternoon...Driving me to greater and greater heights of erotic frenzy...I loved the way he fucked, slow and deep grinding hard and sweetly obscene with a smile on his face. I watched him while I moved and undulated my body whorishly, my cunt milking his super hard dick, squeezing, massaging, churning like a thunderstorm and the blood throbbed and pounded my pussy hard...We fucked for hours, responding to his voice which caressed me hypnotically like lascivious fingers, forcing me up and up until my final explosion, when I clutched Damas tightly, my cunt gripping his cock while it pumped jets of cum into my womb...
"I'm very happy today" he said later, "let's have another drink or two and keep fucking"...And we fucked and fucked and I came and came again and again crying...He had fucked me silly, always wanted to fuck me he'd said. Later Cunny Funt one woman who is closer to me in the Guild came over and found me torpid, lethargic. I told her I had been royally fucked by Damas..."Lucky you" she said wistfully. Two days later Cunny and I went sightseeing with our Guide Cody, a young Black dude. He was very solicitous and serviceable and made us laugh a lot. His athletic build and bronze complexion made him so fucking hot. Later Cody took us to his house for a drink and refreshments. The beautiful guitar music permeated the den like the essence of a flower, mingling with our muffled voices. Sweet and fragrant melodies, exotic and sacred music. Cody emerged from the bathroom wearing only briefs that displayed the bulge of a huge cock.