Confessions of a libra

Enter and you will be undone

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[This post contains explicit, sacred content. You’ve been warned — or invited.]

20.05.25

I’ve never been more excited to torture a man. Not for the purposes of simple domination but rather as sacred realignment. Sahir was used to love that demanded, love that was rushed and love that required performance. While I’d never get enough of his dramatics, he could channel it in ways he has not seen yet.

He sat there, blindfolded. Kaito was watching in awe, silent but ever-present. I stood in front of Sahir. I grabbed his face and kissed him. Oh, those warm luscious lips. I pulled away and moved to his ear again.

“Kaito is not your competition. Kaito is your comrade,” I purred.

I could almost feel that landing in his system. I had used words that a man like Sahir would understand very well. I used my nails to rake his chest as I continued, “Together you’re like a well oiled machine. You and I we have our language. You press buttons that elicit my raw Lilith energy. I’m harder with you, faster with you. It’s everything to me.”

His underwear was very much straining against the weight of his arousal. His nipples had hardened from my attentions. He licked his lips and I refrained from kissing him again. It was time to right the scales. I stood and walked over to Kaito to lead him to the bed, all the while speaking.

“Kaito here, is a formidable lover. He leads with his emotion. He lets me feel him before I touch him. He unlocks a different set of keys, a different set of moans. In Kaito I am softer, I worship at the altar of the man who underestimates his own prowess.”

I gently placed my hand on Kaito’s crotch and welcomed the deep inhale he took. His hand held my chin as I reached to meet his lips. He melted under the soft strokes I gave him through his pants. A hand slowly slid to butt and he squeezed at the exact pressure that drives me crazy. I moaned into his mouth. Soon he was stripping, with more elegance than any man should have.

His movements always seemed fluid. I shrugged away the sheer gown. We made out on the bed with fervour. We rolled around and giggled at each other’s games. It was romantic, it was fulfilling and my blood rushed from knowing Sahir was within earshot. I looked over at Sahir as Kaito travelled down my neck. Sahir had a fist resting on his knee and the other hand rubbing himself. It was slow and shy, like he was testing it out.

Kaito moved down my body, mapping it out like an expert cartographer. I shivered at the wetness he left behind on my skin. He kissed my thighs with reverence. Like he could sustain himself on just those thighs alone. I move my fingers in his tresses, that were tied at the back as usual. He positioned himself more comfortably then began tasting me.

At first it was exploratory, as he got reacquainted with my sex. I felt the tip of his tongue on my circling my clit and suddenly I couldn’t help the tense within my thighs. I breathed through it and tried to relax, but I knew even if I thrashed, he would never let go. He held firm, with my thighs against him like oversized ear muffs. He was building the pressure steadily and I felt the gates of pleasure near. Sahir pulled me out of my revere as he whimpered in the corner.

Sahir had taken off his own pants and was stroking himself to the sound of my moans. That’s more like it, my inner knowing spoke. Like a wave, the build up took it’s time but the landing was catastrophic in its accuracy. Starburst visuals formed behind my eyelids as waves and waves of pleasure overcame me. He kept going, allowing me to ride out the orgasm until it’s heavenly end. My legs twitched as I came down from the tensing of the limbs into a sluggishness.

“How was that my moon?” Kaito was always good at the check-ins.

“It was perfect. As always, you spoil me.” I said with warmth. Looking into his eyes I asked, “I hope you know that I love you equally. If you ever feel I’m neglecting you, please just tell me.”

Kaito appeared to be touched by my offer. So touched I wasn’t sure he could get anymore words out. I continued.

“Now it’s up to you what we do next. Do you want to continue, or do you want to rescue Sahir from this torture?” I asked in earnest.

We both looked at Sahir, a man in heat. A man who has been outed for his possessiveness and now held his cock proudly. Waiting for his next instruction. Kaito looked back at me.

“Let’s take his blindfold off. He can watch, then he can join.”

Sleep that evening was the most restful it had been since either of them had arrived. My bed was wide enough for us all, and I loved being sandwiched between them. I think everyone was secretly relieved to not have to keep jumping around the rooms. Now those rooms could be used for new purposes. Perhaps more creative workshops for the differing needs and interests of the men.

Kaito liked to spend his days writing poetry, painting and pondering solutions to life’s greatest questions. He had network of contacts around the world due to his noble birth. He had always used his connections to further causes and necessary societal change. He was an artist and a philosopher. Sahir spent his days training for combat, assisting the villagers in coordinating large events and providing security. Sometimes the men fought, possibly to exorcises the male hormones as largely their combat skills were vastly different. In time, they were picking up things from each other. Bridging the cultural distance. We conquered the first hurdle, not with force but with coaxing. With inviting into newness.

We got very comfortable after that, feeling invincible. The way men do after war is won. Our days got easier and soon the fog of jealousy and possession appeared long-buried. But life has a mind of its own and we could never prepare for what came next.