Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
8000 years B.C. - the place is Anatolia
...Charting my way through the wildness of the spiritual process, I separated the introductory to the advanced, in terms of sexuality, gold from dross...obsidian from dust...
...I was in the Near East, the rough Northern edge of the Fertile Crescent, the cradle of civilization where interwoven levels of sexuality and religion were adapted to the needs of culture after culture. Distorted translations and original ideas were not about to make my flesh button retreat under its hood, nor my goddess religion die sexless at the hands of Jesus freaks; Vedas, Sutras, the Torah, the Bible, Koran...
...The fountainhead built into my labia was founded at Catal Huyuk (Chat - al Hoo - yook). A pitted mound in a plain of wheatfield, arguably the source of Great Mother Goddess, she, a nexus to my lover whom I met at a tent bazaar. She was bright as a supernova among the dim population of the peasant cultures...
...My lover was in tune with the Mother Goddess of Obsidian, her tits twin-peaked volcanos, and when she orgasmed, she represented the eruption of Hasan Dag, a twin-peaked volcano eight miles east of the city. She was painted on the north and east wall of the vaginal shrine...where the hot stars drip and the moon's got our labia under grip...
... She erupted cum from the base of her cunt, a dark milk. My face became a familiar paste to glue the name of lesbian on. The olfactory sense commenced. It was the time fallen bodies took to Light...she was charged with mana, the power of the Goddess...
...I exchanged gifts with her at the tent bazaar, she gave me a Mediterranean seashell which came from a thousand miles away in Jericho near the Dead Sea. I placed a piece of black bitumen in her palm and closed her fist, in return she opened her legs...Anatolian obsidian pudenda hair...she spread her agriculture on every inch of me, growing me into a prolific lesbian fucker...
...We fucked to the wildness of the sacred animal alphabet in camivore imagery...the Goddess power represented the untouchable, even today, unknowable borders of Goddess channels mystery through the cunt, two leopards facing each other, eating the raw meat, savoring the blood-lust juices to be preserved for centuries to come...
...Our breasts molded with skulls and teeth of boars, foxes, and weasels, beaks of griffin vultures, the teeth forming nipples...
...Cave lesbian grammar, because eating your vagina had not been said yet, "Your cunt is a glowing firebomb of lava - spew 'Religion of Obsidian' from your flanks and I shall drink."...
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|Reviewed by A PAX
|These woman of history that you write about........
are they real, or legands, or your creations.......
I have never heard of these, but now I am perplexed......
anyway, you tell a story well, which ever is the label
very good! pax A
|Reviewed by Nicky Goodman
|Sage - this IS a cut above - your last one was pretty amazing but this is the kind of incredible write that makes me want to attend crash course crit classes! because i am here inarticulate - when you have written a piece that explains so raw so well and so beautifully the idea of The Goddess, of Energy - life: sexual energy and primal desire, fertility - attraction and spiritual growth - in language that drips with idea Woman, so that she is Gaia/Goddess untouchable, yet like wet clay gorgeous from the earth - and you manage to make it look like a stroll through the park, - SEE?!!!! Park? i can't come up with one little appropriate simile to describe the ease with which this reads!!! park? Pffs - at least i can tell you i see you have crafted each sentence and chosen each word so that this is an awesome read through the tent bazaar, through creation - but an easy journey -and i wish i could do it justice with a better review than this LOL - your big fan - Nicky! who is going to read again now - thank the stars for an edit button, and thank you for a darn fine read - hooorah! :O)xxx|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Great write, Sage; very well penned! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D