Each spring, as the buds of the trees and bushes swelled toward blossoming, the people would begin to feel a swelling and growing in certain parts of themselves. They would be restless, unable to sleep or rest. Dreams of warmth and bare flesh seeped into their winter slumbers.
Deep in the temple they knew preparations were underway for the great spring festival. Each year the priests and priestesses of the temple arranged an elaborate ceremony to insure that the fields and fruit trees, the sheep and cattle, all would grow fertile and bear, each unto its own kind.
They knew also, that a beautiful young woman was receiving instruction in her part in this ritual. They knew that each day she would be bathed in warm, fragrant water, softly dried and then rubbed with rich, scented oils. Her legs and thighs would be massaged with these oils; then her belly and hips; finally her breasts too would be gently rubbed, the nipples softly tweaked.
Then, the dancing lessons would begin. Two handsome, strong young priests of the temple would stand on either side of her. The drums would begin a slow rhythm and the flutes softly played an ancient melody. The priests would begin to stroke her body through the red and purple silks that had been draped about her. They began at her feet and slowly wound their way up her legs. Then they each placed a hand on her belly and drew wide circles on it. As their hands reached her breasts they removed the silk that covered them. There her breasts were revealed. They were full and the nipples were hard and dark. Her breathing was quick and shallow. At that point her partners began to sway her back and forth between them. The rhythm quickened. The young men, with large erections now, began to kiss and caress the woman. Her breath came in pants. Their hand slipped down to the purple silk covering her mound of Venus. As they pulled the silk aside, one could see that the soft hairs covering the mound were damp already with maiden dews.
At this point, the music stopped, two temple priestesses came and took the priests away for relief and the young woman was led back to her room.
Her body was on fire but there was to be no help for her...yet. She sank down into the piles of soft cushions, longing to relieve the fire in her belly. But there was always an old woman there with her to stop her hands as they wandered down to the point of her torment.
"You will soon be relieved of your yearnings, "she said. "And you will know all the delights that a man can give to a woman. Be patient and know that you will be fulfilled."
The baths continued, the "dance" lessons progressed and outside, in the fields and forests the days were getting longer and warmer.
In the villages and small farms, the men were often found huddled together. They spoke in whispers of who would be chosen this year. They remembered years past and the men selected to perform in the spring rites. They spoke of one man, so huge when aroused, so skilled that even the virgin priestess would scream, that he was selected year after year until he was gray haired but still potent. And how women wept when he died, he had introduced so many of them to the pleasures of the body.
