Another Time, Another Place

“Tonight,” he states, “I want you to bring forth a mighty orgasm.”

I smile, standing up. I slowly begin to unfasten my gown. I decide I had better be swift in making my move before he opens his mouth and spoils the opportunity with another string of foolishness. “Then you have come to the right place.” My garment drops around my ankles. Horus soaks in my flawless beauty as he gets up from his seat, drinking in the round firmness of my breasts, delighting in the curve of my hips. He walks around me as I stand on display for his taking.

“How ample and lovely your backside is,” he says, eyeing me lustfully as I step out of my white linen dress. He basks in my nakedness as I slowly turn to face him and allow my breasts to bounce and dangle freely before him. He walks up on me, places his hands—strong and warm—upon my agile hips and pulls me into him. “I have longed for you. And tonight, I will have you.”

“Yes, my love,” I say as he tilts his head, then kisses me, filling my mouth with his tongue. He tastes, um…good. No, better than good—delicious! My loins become the heat of the earth as his hands trace along my back, then rest on my backside. He gently squeezes. I inhale his scent. Get lost in the smell of mint, warm and stimulating.

“Tonight,” I continue, in between mint-flavored kisses, “I will give you all the things you have desired. And together we shall perform for the gods, and they shall smile down upon us as we become one.”

“And together,” he responds, brushing his full lips against mine, “we shall do what prompts us and revel in its pleasure.”

“And so it shall be.”

His lips devour mine, and I am getting lost in pleasure. Abruptly, he pulls away and steps back. He walks to the other side of the room, leaving me wondering, wanting, imagining, what’s to come. He removes his loincloth and my eyes become glued to his manhood. It is as thick as a cucumber and as long as the branch of a willow. Instantly, I feel myself becoming hot and moist.

I peel my eyes from his center, and allow them to soak in his majestic presence. He is almost glowing from the flicker of the fire. He stands before me with shiny dark skin as rich as silt, the fertile soil that feeds all of Kemet, and he is tall and sturdy like a mountain. His broad shoulders and smooth muscular chest entice me to touch, to taste, but I deny myself…for now.

I gesture forward to close the space he has created between us, but he stops me. “Stay,” he commands, his voice booming. “Come to me when I call, and worship all that I am.”

I stretch out my arms, palms outward, and, with a slight tilt of my head, I nod.

“Tonight, I shall worship you like no other.”

“And what of tomorrow?” he asks, slowly stroking himself. I struggle to keep my eyes on his; struggle to ignore the excitement that expands in his hand, full and dark with bulging veins.

“Tomorrow,” I say, taking hold of my breasts, kneading them, squeezing them, pushing them upward so that I may twirl my tongue around each nipple, “is of no consequence for that which stands before us at this very moment.”

“Then let us not waste time,” he says. “Come to me on your knees. And allow me to slip myself in between the warmth of your succulent lips.”

I run my tongue longingly around my lips as he wags his engorged phallus at me. Saliva gathers in my mouth as I crouch down and crawl to him like a hungry lioness keeping its eye on its prey. I stop. Arch my back, slowly wind my hips, then raise one arm, remove the pins from my hair and allow my hair to fall against my shoulders and face. Horus stands enthused, eager, watching me make my way to him. I swing my head and purr. He spreads his legs apart, strokes himself in anticipation as I continue to make slow, seduct

ive moves toward him. My insides shake with mounting excitement as he strokes his penis. Long, thick, and leaking. And I hunger to touch it, taste it, feel it.

Finally, I am upon him, kneeling before him with his phallus hovering and waving over me like an arm. Just beyond reach. I reach for it and grab it by the base with both hands, then squeeze until the veins bulge and the head swells. My lips part. I wrap them lovingly around the width of his smooth, powerful penis, then welcome him into my mouth—invite him to use it as if it were a vagina. I swallow slowly, purposefully. Allow him to stretch the back of my throat until I lose him past my tonsils and down into my neck. He pushes his manhood in and out, quickening his pace against the suckling sounds that escape me. I am well-attuned to what he craves, and so I give it to him. This is what has consumed his dreams.

“Oh, Raghaba,” he moans in a harmonious melody against the suction of my mouth. “Oh, Raghaba…suck me with your sweet lips…uh, oh, yes…Raghaba, wet it like the Nile.”

My lips, my mouth, engulf him. I am sucking and licking and nibbling the sensitive spot just below the head of his penis, causing him to dip at the knees. His right leg begins to shake. I look up at him—his face twisted and his eyes shut tight as he bucks his hips—and smile. I slowly remove my lips, then swirl my tongue around and over the eye of his organ to collect the clear, sweet and sticky nectar that begins to dribble.

“Mmmm,” I moan greedily. I place a hand between my legs, then press two fingers against my clitoris and massage it in quick circular motions. “Mmmm…”

He grabs the back of my head, picks up his pace. I slowly run my hands along the back of his thighs, down across his calves, then back up again, grabbing his muscular behind. “Give me the milk of your loins,” I say in between breaths. “Feed me, Horus, so that I might feed you.” I swallow him whole again. Bury him deep in my throat; swallow, gulp. Swallow, gulp.

“Oh, yes…oh, yes…Rag…ha…ba…”

His body shudders as he expels warm, creamy seeds of pleasure. I slowly pull the length of him from out of my throat, then lick my lips and swallow all of his sweet love cream. My lips linger around the head of his still erect phallus so that I can lick it clean. He begins to stroke himself, milking and squeezing his erection, squirting out the last few drops of milk that I willingly suck.

I look up and see Horus is dazed. His chest heaves in and out. I stifle a laugh, knowing I have emptied his sac, and sucked him into a room-spinning delirium. He braces himself against the wall as his legs threaten to collapse under the weight of his body. He attempts to walk, but stumbles. He grabs hold of the wooden pillar that supports the roof in the middle of the floor, clinging to it. I rise from my knees, a satisfied smile spread across my face, and grab him by the head of his penis. I place my other hand between my legs, press on my clitoris, then slip two fingers into my throbbing wetness, my vulva swollen and aching with excitement.

“The night is still young,” I say, pulling him by his manhood through the hall toward the bedroom. “Let us finish off in the comforts of the bed. Your loins have been chained for far too long. It is time we unlock the passion that dwells in the pit of your soul and allow it to flow. It’s time to release, and be free.”

“I must rest a spell,” he states, eagerly following behind me, “so that I can give you my greatest performance. You have worked me over swiftly. I wish not to disappoint you.”

“Nor shall I let you,” I say, massaging the head of his penis. But if you do, I think, I shall put you out. “By the time I’m done with you, you will know the goodness of Raghaba and all that she brings. And you shall remember this very moment, always.”

“The gods have truly bestowed their blessings upon me,” he says, cupping my backside. “You are everything I hoped for, and more than I ever imagined.”

“And there is still more to come,” I say, pulling my fingers out of my sweet, sticky love chest, then offering them to him. He accepts, his mouth sliding down to my knuckles, his tongue in between each finger, sucking and licking my juices off. He licks his lips.