Confessions of a libra

Spiritually aligned pleasure

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

28.05.25

“I need you,” I whispered in dulcet tones.

The accompanying pout was a dramatic expression of real feelings beneath.

“You’re not tired?” He asked. Not in an accusatory way, but genuine surprise.

I leaned in until my lips were inches from his ear.

“You love me so well I’ve surpassed the limits of my sex drive. Now I just crave seeing how far my desire for you goes.”

His breath hitched and I pinched a nipple, using this opportunity to heighten his body’s awareness. He looked me in a mixture of arousal and racing thoughts.

“So, you’re saying you enjoy me so much your capacity has increased?” He asked in awe.

I bit my lip and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. It’s only ever happened to me once before, but it’s a sign that we are truly compatible on multiple levels. So now my body feels safer to expand. I haven’t introduced you to sex magick, but if you were curious, we are priiimed right now for something beautifully explosive.”

His eyes widened and his cock twitched. I dragged my nails across his stomach to tease him while he digested what I said. If he couldn’t think, then maybe he shouldn’t.

“I want it all. Whatever you want to give me baby, I’m in.” He says in reverent bliss.

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I straddled his lying form and brought my forehead down to his. Our breaths co-mingled and our hearts raced to meet. I felt heady already by the intention we were both setting in this moment. The intention to safely unravel within new depths. My hips moved in rhythmic rotation. His hands gripped my waist helplessly. We moved together, moaning and wet. The pleasure rose possessing our bodies into a desperate glide and grind. The air felt thick as we were in the throes of passion. The delicious pressure build up, caused geometric and starburst visuals behind my eye lids.

He changed our positions and my body followed his instruction intuitively. I lay on my stomach, legs spread, hand coaxing and caressing my own pleasure. He entered me again and again with grace. He bit my shoulder and we both moaned from instinctual contraction. He whispered everything a woman needs to hear.

You’re doing so good for me.

Yes, let it all out on me baby.

Your moans are begging me for more.

It came at first like a misfire. A short burst of orgasm, teasing the finale. He bit my earlobe and that’s all it took. The floodgates of pleasure washed over me, but seeped into me. My spine felt electrified and I begged him not to stop. My vision went spotty but between all the sensations it was a wonder I ever noticed it at all. My pleasure triggered his and he held me down as his body convulsed. He stayed still, inside while holding me. We panted our way into synchronisation. I could have fallen asleep with the weight of him on top of me but he slowly slid off. I looked at him from the pillows I was buried under.

“Again?”

Written under Lilith’s juridiction.

Signed in bone and brilliance.