The eve of Samhain urges us tend to our desires.
Full moon. A glowing pumpkin. Circle of burning candles.
I breathe deeply, moaning. The wave moves up through me.
Your phallus deep within me, tapping into my energy as my womb opens to you. Magic is unfolding.
As I peak, I hold the intent in my consciousness.
“Hear us,” I gasp.
We speak our shared vision, allowing the orgasm to solidify it. Your seed in me.
Our intertwining of energies is so strong.
We let go of the dream, surrendering. Trusting the universe will deliver what we need.
