Sacred sexuality Stories

Collar crowned; slave to reign. I promise to use my scepter for more than delivering pain. I hold more secrets in my hearth of hearths than words can ever explain; Mysteries, madness and majesty all call home to my veins. Elect to bow and swear fealty, I will hold your vulnerability; And eat the parts of you That feel guilty from your soul. Bitter tastes are my mother’s milk, My bite can make you feel whole. Bow, deep eno...

‘Asr Menos, a thin, rat tail of a man, glared at the hijabi, arms across his chest. He wore the same expensive tunic every day, thinking it made him look important, but deep down he was as dirt poor as everyone else in Bethlehem these days. He kept glancing at the altar to Zeus and Athena in the back of his stall, making sure the lamp was still lit. “It’s a sizable hole, Menos, what do you expect me to do?” Siroun demande...