"Remember August Is Upon Us"
Sex Magic
In Wicca, my foundation for my personal spirituality, sex magic is sometimes used to assist whatever spell it is a witch is trying to cast. It is this concept that I put into practice when I call upon my lovely coven members beyond all time and space, to assist me with, to assist us with, when discussing as well as making future plans.
Sex magic is done with more than one entity therefore it is not masturbation when, in my minds eye, I have before me one or more coven members. I call upon them sometimes, simply to review a particular moment; maybe it pertains to the first time we will meet or one moment in a particular day during the course of our relationship next time around. When the moment is right and enough time has been spent building up the energy between my coven member/members and myself, together, we release our energy into the universe/ at the exact time of orgasm.
One such moment I enjoy focusing on is when I meet Tabatha for the first time in my next life. We meet in of all places a warehouse like store, during a part of the day when it is least busy. Both of us are in high school, I having just moved to the area not to long ago, know no one and have come to this store to find a headboard for my bed. I am alone, wearing a cute half shirt and low cut shorts. Tabatha, with her long black hair, is with her mom shopping regarding her mother’s interests not her own, thus Tabatha is very board and is looking for the slightest distraction to step away. She is wearing a soft loose skirt and button up shirt.
I of course am a female who loves other females while Tabatha is also female, has often thought about being with a female, but has yet to be with one.
As for the moment, Tabatha and I lock eyes while she is with her mom who is speaking to a sales clerk while I am thirty feet away, checking out headboards. Tabatha can’t help but look me over as her eyes slowly glide up my bare legs, across my bare tummy, and up to my most beautiful green eyes and red hair.
As Tabatha’s mom keeps conversation with the sales clerk, I motion to Tabatha with my finger to come to me. She does so and very willingly I might add. She is beautiful. I begin the conversation by explaining to her why I am there and request that she help me find a headboard for my bed. Of the four headboards to choose from, Tabatha goes with the same one I had hopped she would. Because these headboards are on a huge shelf and about four feet taller than we are, I use the stair/step latter available to check out the price leaving my beautiful bare belly at eyes view for Tabatha to take in. She is in aw, as she looks my beautiful tummy over, lost in the moment.
It is during this time that I look down, unknown to Tabatha then pretend to continue looking at the bed boards as I slowly move my cute navel closer to her mouth. Tabatha wants to so badly kiss it, lick it, taste it. The moment, although brief, is one that appears to keep time still as she hopes that I move just one centimeter closer so that she can have an excuse for brushing her lips across my midsection. I can feel her warm breath blow across my tummy, turning me on even more than before. And just like that, I purposely disturb the moment of lust and love between us by informing Tabatha that I found the price of the headboard. I then climb back down being eye level to her and thank her for her time to assist me. By now Tabatha’s mom has finished with the sales clerk and informs Tabatha, seeing that she has met a new friend in me, that she will be with the clerk in a different location of the store.
Tabatha and I talk briefly, face to face, smiling and discovering that we will both be attending the same high school as well as be in the same grade. I then make my move, feeling confident about the moment and inform Tabatha that I think she is beautiful. Tabatha smiles, thanking me, as she plays with the bottom of her button up shirt that have three buttons from the bottom up lose, exposing her beautiful navel. I then make sure Tabatha understands what I mean when I tell her again that I think she is beautiful, this time gently stroking her exposed navel with my fingers. Tabatha falls silent and looks deep into my eyes. Our lips draw closer and closer when finally we kiss; soft butterfly kisses, as my tongue slowly likes her lips from top to bottom.
Her hands find there way to my lower back, gently stroking my skin, pulling me closer to her as our bare belly’s touch, sending lust through our veins and passion to our lips. By now we are French kissing, tasting each others tongues while I direct her against the sturdy shelves we had just been looking at, out of view to anyone whom may come to our location so that I can gently caress her panties from underneath her skirt.
She is wet, as am I, but we both know that it can not go any farther than where we are now because of where we are. We exchange phone numbers and make plans to see each other latter in the evening with the hope that one of us will invite the other to spend the night.
With that said, might I suggest that you keep focused on your next life while working diligently on the one you are living now, as I do. Pray for your future love to understand you always reminding yourself that what you put into the relationship even if it is beyond time and space, will benefit both you and your lover next time around even if things don’t work for you exactly as planned.
Blessed Be-
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