0 comments/ 25471 views/ 2 favorites The Temple Priestess Ch. 01 By: Urban Goddess Chapter 1: A temple priestess Anouk's initiation as a temple priestess This story is set around 5,000 years ago, in Babylonia. In pre-Christian times, just before the patriarchal Hebrews invaded places like Canaan, goddess worship was widespread and sex was connected to spirituality. Here, in Babylonia, sex is considered a sacred act to honour fertility. All women are regarded as an embodiment of the Goddess. To serve as a temple priestess or temple priest is an honour. Our main form of worship is of Baal, the male God of War. The female divine force, and Baal's consort, is our Goddess of fertility and sensuality, Ishtar. We have heard that in other parts of the world, the Great Goddess Ishtar is honoured as Isis, Aphrodite and Venus in similar ways. In Babylonia, every woman honours Ishtar for at least one day, with sacred sex. Through sexual union, we fuse male and female energies. Even making love with the same sex, or taking pleasure from our own body is endorsed as the sexual energy raised is in honour of Ishtar. Men and women come to the temple for sexual initiation, instruction, healing and when the desire for intimacy arises. In return, they leave an offering of money or gifts to the temple. Because of this, our duty is held in high regard. Tonight is my initiation as a temple priestess. I have known about this initiation for at least three moon cycles, but I have been hearing exotic stories of the temple priestesses since I became a woman, blessed by moon blood. My initiation will comprise of a feast, a sexual initiation and instruction performed by the priest of my choosing, along with some later instruction in the art of sensual dancing, incense making, healing and massage. After my sexual initiation, the band of gold I wear on my right arm just above my elbow will be moved to my left arm to symbolise my completed rite of passage. After serving thirteen men in my special service, I will receive a second band, which will mean that I am no longer a novice. At our home, my mother prepares me for the ceremony with meticulous care. After my bath, she massages scented oil into my skin and dresses my hair. She burns herbs on spices like cinnamon and ginger on a charcoal block. I stand over the burning sensor, allowing the aromatic smoke purify my womanhood. She helps me carefully apply kohl to my eyelids, to accentuate their almond shape and provide contrast to my blue green eyes. My tanned cheeks are rouged to add colour and a berry mixture is applied to my lips to enhance their sensuality. My novice robe is blue, complementing my eyes. It is in two pieces. One piece ties around my waist, just below my navel. The other piece is like a tight, sleeveless bodice that ties at the front and lifts my breast to reveal cleavage. My mother tells me it's designed so my lover can easily undress me. Together, we walk to the temple as the sun begins to retire in the sky. Twelve other novices will celebrate initiation tonight. At each initiation there are thirteen novices, as 13 is considered a magical number in our culture. My grandmother told me this is because there are 13 moon cycles in one year. At the feast, we will meet the priests. When we make our selection, we whisper the identity of our preference to the High Priestess. There are always more men than novices to make this selection easier. As we enter the beautiful shrine, I am overwhelmed by the smell of exotic spices, burning in several censors. I walk to the altar where the High Priestess welcomes me and I kneel before the statue of Ishtar. "Novice, why have you come to the temple?" the High Priestess asks. For this rite of passage, there is only one answer. "To serve the Goddess Ishtar." I confidently reply. "State your name, novice," she orders me. "Anouk. My name is Anouk." I continue, as I tremble with impatience. "Anouk, the temple of Ishtar welcomes you." This is my cue to proceed into the banquet room, after the High Priestess blesses me with the consecrated water and walks around me once, clockwise, with the censor. As I sit at my designated place at the table, my eyes dart around at the priests who are standing, waiting to be seated after all the novices. They are all handsome, and so impeccably groomed. I identify the one I find most attractive. He is slim, olive skinned with curly black hair. I look at him until he notices me staring, just like my mother had taught me. When he looks my way, I quickly smile and look away. I look at him again to find he is looking at me and smiling. My heart is already racing and I can't wait to disclose my preference to the High Priestess. The priests sit down opposite us at the long table and I am disappointed that the one I desire is not directly opposite me. During the delicious feast of olives, figs, goat's cheese, bread, cherries and meat, an accomplished temple priestess entertains us with a sensual dance. I can't wait to dance like that. She gyrates her hips in a circular movement, then in a figure eight motion, making the overall effect rather exotic. Then she undulates her whole stomach, making it look like a serpent movement, as her breasts seem to jiggle in isolation to the rest of her torso. I can see how the sensuality of the dance is designed to honour our Ishtar. This dance that speaks of passion is designed to raise our sexual confidence for our rite of passage. It's my turn to whisper my choice of priest. I feel the eyes of many following me as I nervously walk to the head of the table where the High Priestess sits. I dare not look back although I hope that he is watching me. I murmur in her ear, "He is sitting three from the other end, with the curls." She whispers back, "That is Jodar. You have chosen well Anouk." I am impressed that she remembers my name. The High Priestess makes the announcement we all wait for. "Novices, I am about to call your names for the initiation. Your chosen priest will take you to your assigned chamber for your initiation. Your priest has been trained in the art of lovemaking. His role is twofold. Firstly, he will show you the art of pleasure you deserve to receive. Secondly, he will show you the art of pleasing men." The High Priestess continued her speech. "There is no rush. After that, you will decide if you wish to stay and serve the Goddess, or if you wish to make occasional visits for sacred service. Whatever decision you make, tonight is dedicated to your pleasure and your instruction. Your pleasure and dedication will please the Ishtar. Now, I will call the names." Finally, she calls us. "Anouk, with Jodar." For the first time since the banquet started, we make eye contact. Thankfully, he looks pleased. He takes my hand and leads us to our private chamber. Already, incense and candles burn on the altar. Wine and fruit sit on a small table. Cushions pad the floor in anticipation of our activity. The atmosphere in the room is smoky, scented and inviting. He takes my hands and says, "Anouk, I am so pleased that you chose me. I noticed your energetic eyes and exotic beauty when you first walked in." His sensual mouth meets mine, and I am intoxicated by his smell. It's like a spicy wood. I return his kiss hungrily; eager for more than I could ever achieve when I please myself. The way he touches me and devours my mouth and neck with his tongue is nothing short of breathless. He easily opens the thin blue fabric of my bodice to expose my breasts, which eagerly await his attention. First, he kisses them gently. Soon, he takes them more urgently in his mouth along with the kneading of his hand. The tingling in my loins begs for his touch. My moans signal I am ready for more of him. I tell him, "I am so nervous Jodar, but so excited to be here." He thoughtfully replies, "Don't worry Anouk, I am here to make you happy." After he removes my bodice, he lays me down on the soft feather cushions. He kneels between my legs and lifts the skirt to run his hands up my legs, testing my patience. He rubs my engorged lips that are already excreting love juices. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch my first lover make his next moves. From a vial on the altar, he empties oil onto his hands. He rubs the scented slippery fluid through the folds of my femininity and slides his finger up and down. Gently, as if never probed before, he enters me with one finger. He finds a place inside me, on the upper part of my opening that sends an electric shock through me. I wonder why I have never found this spot myself. I realise that the angle of his manual entry is different to my technique when pleasing myself. He feels my reaction and asks me, "Anouk, have I found one of your sacred pleasure centres?" "Yes Jodar, it's wonderful." I reply, silently begging for more. "Now, this should be another one of your sacred places." He continues, as he moves two fingers to the knob between my folds. "Yes," was all I could say when he gently circles his oiled fingers on that place I had visited so many times with my own hands. As one hand expertly tantalises my knob, his other hand enters me once more, but with two fingers. In a matter of seconds, he finds that hot spot inside that begs his touch and he works on my two pleasure centres at the same time. I grind my pelvis against him, wanting to optimise this ecstasy. I know that the moisture between my legs is not just oil. I am wet and delirious with desire. There is no reason to stifle my moans in the sanctity of this pleasure chamber. I cry out to announce that he has achieved one of his objectives. "Anouk, did that please you?" he asks with his face now close to mine. Before I can reply, he continues, "I think you are almost ready to take me." I watch as he slowly removes his robe to reveal only a small loincloth that just covers his partly erect manhood. At first I think the flickering candle is playing tricks on my vision, but soon I notice that a gold ring is pierced through his foreskin. He rubs oil over his penis until it reaches its full magnificence. "Now Jodar," I whisper, "Please take me now." He unties the last of my clothing that barely covers my body. With his beautiful naked body over mine, he guides his hard member into my oiled and naturally moistened crevice. Slowly at first, with some pain, he moves in and out. After a few strokes, the pain eases as my passage accommodates him. I move faster against him wanting more, and eager to please him. He uses a cushion to raise my hips as his finger once again finds my pleasure knob. This angle of entry, with his finger in the right spot leads me to my second intense explosion. While I convulse from the excitement that wracks my body, he also erupts inside me. Still inside me, he nuzzles my ear and says, "Anouk, your initiation is underway. Will you allow me to move your gold bangle to your left arm?" My first lover has introduced me to the pleasures of the body so well. Ishtar will be pleased with that lustful initiation. The Temple Priestess Ch. 02 Chapter 2: A temple priestess Anouk's lessons in the art of love continue. This story is set around 5,000 years ago, in Babylonia. In pre-Christian times, just before the patriarchal Hebrews invaded places like Canaan, goddess worship was widespread and sex was connected to spirituality. I wake after a delightful night's sleep, following my official initiation as a temple priestess. The objective of the initiation is to teach me to enjoy the pleasures of my body and how to give pleasure to others. A temple priestess typically honours the Goddess through sexual union with men. At times, however, we give and receive pleasure with other women or in groups. One of the temple maids has left us fresh fruit for breakfast. I take pleasure in watching Jodar, my first lover, as he sleeps. His taut chest rises and falls and I once again feel myself longing for his attention. Although he is yet to teach me how to please a man with my hands and mouth, I follow my lustful intuition. I trace my eager hand over his tanned chest and circle his small, dark nipples. I feel him stirring in response to my advances. My hand travels down the centre of his torso to his navel, where I let it rest for a moment. He turns towards me as he opens his sensual brown eyes. "Good morning Jodar," I say as I kiss him on the lips. "Anouk, I can see it's already a wonderful morning," he whispers and passionately returns my kiss. I remember my mother telling me that many men wake with an erection and I hope that I had this effect on him. My hand now playfully teases his pubic hair. He guides my hand to his manhood that appears to about half erect. "Anouk, for a novice priestess, I can see that you are definitely not shy," he smiles at me with a wicked look in his eyes. He continues, "I can see that you are ready for your next lesson, but do you want to ear breakfast first?" Although I am a little hungry, my desire for him is far more urgent than my need for food. "Not me," I reply, "What about you?" feeling guilty about my selfishness. I hear the answer I want, "I can wait, I think it's going to be worth it." He circles my hand around his manhood that is already harder. With his hand still over mine, he shows me the movement he wants me to follow. The ring pierced through his foreskin remains a mystery and I make a mental note to ask him about it later. He gently guides my hands over the head of his penis, alternating with strokes on the shaft. He finds the vial of oil that is still close to our floor cushions from last night's lovemaking, and places it over his manhood. Now my hand is able to slide more easily. His soft moans and pelvic movements tell me that there is a reaction. As he reaches between my legs, his already oiled fingers find my pleasure spot that is so impatient for him. He whispers an instruction to me, "Now that we are both ready, you can sit on top of me as I lie down. Then, I'll move your body up and down on me and you will soon pick up on the rhythm." I take my position on top of him and guide his manhood to my moist crevice. I know I am still tender from my initiation last night but this is a small price to pay for my passion. I can't believe how I am completely overtaking by lust. Slowly, I ease my tight love hole over him, wanting to swallow as much of his erection into me. Although he fills me completely, my initial soreness eases. The Goddess Ishtar is certainly to be thanked for this great gift of bodily pleasure. His hands massage my breasts, occasionally tweaking my nipples. The pleasure is so indescribable that I forget I am under his tutelage. I am supposed to be lucid in this learning phase, but the ecstasy is a great distraction. I do not even know how I begin riding him because I am on my own. I have no recollection of Jodar moving my body up and down to help me pick up a rhythm. How could this be so simple but so earth shattering at the same time? "Anouk, you are a natural at this. You are born for pleasure," he tells me, as he momentarily interrupts my sexual reverie, bringing me back to reality. At this point, I can't even reply. I am lost for words as my riding motion becomes increasingly urgent. One hand leaves my breast to find its way between my legs. With his thumb he massages my hot spot. This is the move that breaks the pleasure wave. It's too late to hold off now. "Oh, Jodar!" I cry out without embarrassment, "You are sensaaaational!" As he tightens his grip that is now on my waist, his climax is only moments after mine. After a few languid minutes in each other's arms, he reminds me of breakfast, "You really should eat my priestess." We feed each other fruit, as young lovers typically do. The food recharges me and helps me focus again on my purpose. He kisses me slowly but passionately. "Anouk," he announces, as he slowly rises, "Let's get dressed, there's something I want to show you." "What?" I ask with the curiosity of a small child. He replies, "This temple is like a treasure cove. I want to show you some other interesting ways to learn." He takes me by the hand and we leave our chamber for the first time since the coupling last night. He leads me down a corridor as we take a couple of turns. "You'll soon find your way around here," he whispers, "even though it might look confusing now." He stops and kneels down and motions for me to do the same. He lifts his fingers to his lips, indicating that we should remain silent. He looks through the bricks into what appears to be a narrow opening. Ever so quietly, he whispers in my ear, "Look through this opening, but stay quiet. Just whisper to me if you need to talk." I take a look and can barely believe what I see. I am almost breathless as I gasp. I see one of the accomplished priestesses kneeling in front of a man who has an erection that is nearly poking her in the eye. She takes the shaft in her hand and appears to kiss and lick the top of his penis. I look at Jodar who is watching this from an opening that is just beside me. He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. "When she takes him into her mouth, watch closely," he said as he grinned. I smile back at him, knowing that in our next intimate moments, I will get to practice this lesson. I feel the excitement in my loins as I quickly return to my peeping hole. By now his erection is almost lost in her mouth as her head moves up and down. She cups his scrotum with her hands. I put my finger in my mouth as I try to simulate her oral movement. Jodar looks at me and stifles a laugh. "Anouk, you are such a quick learner. I can't wait for you to take me into your mouth," he says. "While you have that delicious finger of yours in your mouth, practice applying suction with your mouth as you move it up and down. Make sure your teeth don't make contact. Every now and again twirl your tongue around and take it up to the top." I hang off every word he speaks, and try every move he suggests. My focus returns to the brick opening and I am disappointed to find that their performance has ended. They are now lying in each other's arms, looking content. "Jodar, does this mean that other people have been watching us?" I ask, with some concern. "No, there is an unwritten rule that we shouldn't watch initiations. They are too sacred and special to the novice," he reassured me with his response. I know that Jodar will now take me back to our love chamber. I am addicted; addicted to Jodar, to sex, and addicted to watching others honour the Goddess. The Temple Priestess Ch. 03 Chapter 3: A temple priestess Anouk's quick learning pays off This story is set around 5,000 years ago, in Babylonia. In pre-Christian times, just before the patriarchal Hebrews invaded places like Canaan, goddess worship was widespread and sex was connected to spirituality. One thing we are permitted to do at this pleasure temple is to watch others engaged in the sacred sexual union. Of course this is done discreetly, through strategically placed gaps in the brickwork surrounding the love chambers. It's usually novices like me who do the watching. It is an integral part of our education as temple priestesses because it is believed that along with actual practice, we should also watch others perform their art of giving and receiving physical pleasure. On this occasion, I watch two women. One is a priestess administering pleasure to a member of the royal family who has a regular preference for the female touch. I bend over closer, to visually take in more of the tantalising foreplay that is delightful to observe. "So, this is what my favourite priestess does in her spare time!" Jodar exclaims, in a loud whisper. My first and only lover, Jodar, never fails to excite me. Did I hear him correctly? Did he say I was his favourite priestess? This excites me. When I turn to him, I can feel my face flush. "The more I watch, the more I'll learn." I reply. I continue, before he has a chance to say anything, "that will make me an accomplished lover, won't it?" He leaned over to a brick gap beside me to take a look at the lovers. "But, you're watching two women my little novice!" "You know my preference is clearly men," I quickly answer. I don't want him to think that my interest in him had waned. He comes closer, slightly behind me. "Let's see how excited you are," he murmurs in my ear, as his lips brush my ear lobe and neck. He gently lifts my novice robe over my buttocks and slides his hand to my wetness from behind. I don't need to tell my temple priest how aroused I am. He has the evidence at his fingertips. My eyes return to the two women as he caresses me with expert fingers. "Anouk, have you met Nashi?" he surprises me with this question. I immediately sense the presence of another person. I turn around to see a tall, beautiful man in a novice priest's robe. "Nashi is from Libya," he continues, "and was initiated at our temple last week." "Nashi, part your robe and show Anouk your big, black phallus," he orders the dark man. As Nashi's large, beautifully shaped hands separate the fabric at the front of his gold coloured robe, I face his long, thick love tool. I had thought Jodar was well equipped, but I still have a great deal to learn about human diversity. Nashi stands before me; large and proud and not at all embarrassed. I gasp at the sight. Surely Jodar can see my pupils dilate in lusty anticipation. Jodar reads my thoughts and says something to Nashi in a language I do not understand. Nashi nods. "Anouk, Nashi would like to give you pleasure." Jodar says. In response, all I can say is, "Oh, yes please!" Without a word, but with a sexy smile, Nashi kneels down behind me and replaces Jodar's hand with his magnificent, black shaft. Jodar quickly unties my novice skirt, leaving me naked from the waist down. Slowly, Nashi enters me from behind and starts his rhythm. I can only moan at the fullness that moves within me. My eyes return to the women who are now engaged in mutual oral activity. "Oh, what a feast!" I think to myself. "I am visually entertained by two women while this stallion rides me with primitive sexuality from behind." I am almost lost in my ecstasy when I remember Jodar. "Jodar, are you still there?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the live sex act I am watching. "Of course I am, Anouk. I'm a bit of a voyeur too, you know." "I'm enjoying watching Nashi's erection slide in and out of your hungry womanhood," he continues. "You must be as hard as a rock, are you?" I ask, with urgency in my voice. "Of course I am," he says quickly. "Then come around here Jodar," I instruct quickly, with all the confidence of an accomplished lover, "Why should you miss out?" He kneels in front of me and asks, "What about your spyhole?" "Now, it's you I want in front of me," I pant, as Nashi's grinding from behind becomes faster. I beg Jodar with my eyes. He parts his robe. He is like a god with an offering. As my new lover fills me from the rear, I dip my head to surround my first lover's penis in my mouth. I work him up and down, just as he taught me. I swirl my tongue around him furiously and alternate with suction. His groans signal that he is enjoying the rewards of his lessons. He taught me, now he relishes the fruits of his labour. This is indeed a pleasure palace! I am enjoying this experience with two men so much that I do not even know whose hand finds my hot spot that adds to my sexual delirium. It is Nashi who explodes inside me first and fills me with his love juice, as he slowly grinds to a halt. In a few seconds, my climax shudders my body as the anonymous hand continues its pleasure that it is so well trained for. As I feel Jodar approach his peak, my finger applies pressure just between his scrotum and anus, just as he taught me last night. Obviously, he enjoys the benefits of his tuition because at this moment he erupts his love emissions into my mouth. As I savour the taste of his ejaculation, I secretly hope that I never have to leave this pleasure palace!