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There is something inherently sexy about spring. The sun revives us, the earth itself working to become fertile; plants and birds alike come to life. There are numerous texts throughout history that speak of fertility rituals across every culture. I would like to focus on a particular work that is fueling my current fantasies. The Histories by Herodotus speaks of Sacred Sex Temples in Mesopotamia. At the start of spring, it is said that women would go to these sacred temples and wait until a man offered her money in exchange for access to her body. He would then fuck her in the sacred temples as an offering to the goddess Inanna.
I can’t even begin to tell you how wet it makes my panties, how much I want to touch myself at the thought of offering myself to a stranger in a Sacred Sex Temple.
Sacred Sex Temples
The fantasy blossomed in my mind as I planned exactly how I would want to do things. I would pick out a long sheer gown, preferably white for the irony. I can already picture my almost nude body perched against a pillar, the cold concrete on my ass reminding me why I was there. Occasionally my fingers would find their way to my pussy, testing just how wet and ready I was. The man who takes me will have no problem gliding his hard cock into me when the time comes.
Rubbing my clit now, I can picture him walking up to me, payment in hand. Something about getting paid to be used for a ritual excited me, as evidence of my currently dripping wet pussy. This stranger would pinch my nipples through my sheer gown before he relieved me of it. No words need to be exchanged as he picks me up and carries me into the Sacred Sex Temple.
Tell me; what would you do with my body if you had that control?
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