my yule - satyrnalia...

Raven had just left from the 2-man heart circle at my place which as more of get acquainted time for the two of us. I needed ritual so I set about casting a circle: air - Raphael, fire – Michael, water – Gabriel, and earth – Ureal… Tossing out the first sword in the tarot deck I came a cross – the ten of swords, then the first wand – the three of wands… and so on… page of cups and ace of pentacles. Then I placed a bead of gold upon ten of swords, a copper bead upon the three of wands, silver on the page of cups and ebony upon the ace of pentacles. I lit a yellow candle placing it in the east, then red, then blue then black. Chanting in Enochian then names of the angles I cast my circle. I walked around with a smug stick of sage and lavender then a bigger red candle that raven had given me I walked about the circle, then water then salt from a clay disc with a pentagram on it. I signed in American Sign Language, bird, lion, fish and ground hog. I called upon Demeter, placing salt into a chalice of water with Kava Kava. Celebrating the wealth of body and my newly departed friend. Then I reveled in my own emotions a wee sad my determination not daunted. Then I meditated on being AWAKE, and awakening my inner muse. Then I reconsidered my resolution to stop hosting heart circles after January if the attendance doesn’t improve as I had discussed with Raven. I, a solitary witch ate the oak cake and drank the Kava Kava in Eucharist consecrationary fashion.. I closed the circle as above so below… as within so without… Put out the candles and went out to dump the crumbs of the oak cakes and the last of the drink to Hestia. As I was entering my apartment, Chris, my Asian fuck buddy, arrived unannounced. “Are you free?” He asked, “I tried calling but there was no answer on your cell.” “Sure this is just what I need on Yule/Saturnalia.” So, we walked up the stairs to the foyer to my apartment then the other stairs. I unlocked my door. We anxiously entered. And undressed straight away. We exchanged some pleasantries but knew fucking was what it was all about. I massage his shoulders with Avon’s Haiku body lotion… then his feet and calves and thighs and ass. I rimmed him. He hummed and mumbled his face into the pillow upon the mat where he lied. After some time I inserted a finger, then a second. Reaching for the condom and lube I made the ready to fuck him. I took my latex covered cock and smeared the lube with it on his ass hole, back and forth then in circular motions. He kept arching his ass up eager for the entry of my cock. I finally slowly slid the head in then ever so slowly it crept further and further in until his ass was against my pubic bone. I pull out just as slowly as I had entered, again and again. He whimpered “faster” and I compensated by slowly increasing my technique to satisfy his yearnings. Soon I was pumping in and out pausing only on reentry into his warm, wet love canal. I did a reach around and started to jerk him as I satisfied my own primeval needs. I started to cum as my body shuddered and he came as I buried my cock to the base of his ass waiting to get soft in that position. But true to their advertising, the little blue pill I had taken upon entering the apartment with Chris - kept me stiff. I took his cum and smeared it into the cauldron still on the small Egyptian coffee table and emptied my condom there as well. Then I continued fucking him, soon he was hard again… When finished we read the Hymn to Pan by A. Crowley I poured some wine for us & poured a little grain alcohol into the cauldron and ignited it. We sipped the wine and watched the fire burn slowly out. As it burned I continued to massage him. Then put on a latex glove and played with his ass some more, finger, by finger by finger by finger until I had my hand inside him, he came the third time as my hand went in and out of him. This is as he says his ultimate pleasure. After he had time to recover he got up. I picked up the slightly soiled sheet and placed it in the hamper. We cuddled in our clothes listening to Celtic music on a CD as I played along with my harp. “You know for a witch you really are an angel.” He whispered into my neck as he added, “I’ve gotta go, tomorrow is a work day for me.” I helped him into his coat and kissed him good bye at my door and then journaled, meditated and crocheted until the sun cam up in my apartment window… the first sun light after the solstice…