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By the Sea, Part IIII : And That’s a Wrap
The mere thought of this made me bubble like a cauldron with excitement!
Circe by the Sea, Part III: Seriously Done
But, these delusional humans left me no choice. I had things I wanted and needed to do, and their nonsense was holding me up!
Circe by the Sea, Part II
I imagined dragging this reticent round man by the scruff of his neck as he tried to physically find his footing just so he could keep up with me. Yet the best he could muster was a nonsensical toehold that provided a dubious dip and drag kind of experience. I could see sand spewing in every direction as if he was a wheel, feverishly churning and throwing mud all around.
It’s Only Two Meetings
The other women dropped to their knees. Since there was no way in hell I was getting on my knees for anyone, I only bowed my head. If it wasn’t good enough for them, then they’d find out what the real Medusa would bestow upon them.
Circe by the Sea
I felt amazingly free of all significant energy, attitudes, beliefs, and behaviors. I noticed everything on my body fluttered as the sea breeze whispered beneath my clothing and tousled my hair. It was such a juicy moment of solitude and exquisite delight. However, I briefly found myself hung up on whether I could experience this amount of laziness at home.
Sacred Portal: Time to Travel
I love being alive! To be alive is to be in one’s magic, and magic, as you know, is creation. However, creation cannot be controlled.
The Ephilates of Hekate, Part III
His magic brought it to life, giving it an internal red glow that grew stronger, forcing it to shudder out a single beat. Then he dropped it into my gaping chest. It immediately attached, as if grateful to be reunited with its goddess.
Sacred Portal, Part III
Life actually happens in the mind, which is not the human brain. The future of mortal existence depends on their willingness to access this magic.
The Ephialtes of Hekate, Part 1 – A Goddess Lost
My face flashed between the three aspects the mortals used for me. A beautiful young maiden, the face I wore now, and the sharp weathered angles of a crone. My body stayed the same, dressed in light robes that swayed with the building wind, gore streaking the tops of my breasts and exposed stomach. I wore a crown of human bone, chanting as I lifted a snake into the sky.
Sacred Portal, Part II
I circled my arms in the air as a silent gesture to join us in this sacred space.