Preparations had been happening for weeks...invitations sent, the volunteers organized, space reserved and prepared, food made. I was in a flurry of details.
The event, for me, really began when I stripped down in preparations. Ritual purification before the rites. Several of my classmates-participants in the evening's ceremonies-had never seen me naked. The Witch-Whore in me just took control at that point. Boldly strolling out to finish dressing the altar, me in nothing but jewerly(which has quickly become my favorite outfit) and offering oil annointings before the rites began.
By the time our first seekers began arriving, I had changed into a red dress that hugged my curves in all the right ways. There was a generous social hour to allow everyone to mingle a bit; for many of us to meet for the first time, for some a chance to reconnect.
A chiming of a bell marked the entrance into ritual space. The Sacred, around us all the time, was presenced and invoked. The inner Primal, the lusty beast of our animal drives, was welcomed into the space, given license to play. Stripping down, I was offered up to these unleashed primals, in culmination of the opening ceremony.
First one man, then two...it seemed to happen both slowly and quickly at once, I was encircled by lustful men. From the corner of my eye, I saw my fellow priestesses were as well. What was left was stripped down, my bra....the garter belt and stockings down to bare flesh.
Temple dancing girls danced the carnal energy around the circle as the Primals played. Flesh meeting flesh, limbs entangling these women, filling every orifice. Their moans of erotic delight and surrender mixing with undulating melodies.
As I opened, I was filled, again and again. With each new man, a new level of surrender, a new experience. And to worship another man while another takes his fill of me--oh my! To feel that push-pull of energy, to be caught between two carnal beasts was amazing in a way that is hard to put into words. And as each men spilled their seed, another man was there to take his place.
The energy ebbed and flowed like this for quite a while. While on their breaks, the men were entertained by the dancing girls, attended to by enchanting priestesses. To balance the carnal delights, there was engaging intellectual conversations and finely made liquors available.
As the evening grew later, the energy shifting into an affectionate, sensual mix of connection and adoration for each man's divine complexity. They were all invited to shower in a soft play of shared touch and a grounding of energy with salts and water.
Each man sent on his way with a secret smile on his face, his Primal worshipped, adorned, given freedom to play and express his carnal desires, soothed and grounded back to earth. A truly unique and sacred evening that could never be fully replicated.
...that won't stop us from improving the experience.
The next Babylonian Rites is July 19th, with sensual music, sacred play space, dancing priestesses and serving girls, hand-crafted drinks, juicy women and a nonjudgmental place for erotic expression.
Our ad and short application can be found here: The Babylonian Rites Application
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