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.Then to the west she invoked the element of water.Completing the circle back at the north, she continued deosil to stand before the center fire pit once more.After spreading her blanket beside the warmth of the flames, Monika stripped her clothes from her body with trembling hands, folding them neatly and setting them aside.She glanced around the clearing self-consciously, her heart pounding within her ribcage.A subtle breeze moved through the trees, caressing her bare bottom and swirling around her waist and breasts, stressing her nakedness and giving her great pause.Oma can read the wind, but will this breeze reach her in Nordenham? She swallowed her apprehension, forcing herself to continue.When will I ever get another chance to do this? The sun was continuing its descent, the forest around her growing darker with shadows.Time was slipping from her.She grabbed her basket and sat on the blanket where she laid her ingredients around her.Pouring a small portion of the rose water into her hand, she rubbed it into her skin.“Father God, Mother Earth, I come before you this day, asking for your blessing to find my soul mate, the one you intend especially for me.” She inhaled the heady rose fragrance.Corking the bottle, she set it aside and assembled the herbs, mortar and pestle.Into the mortar, she sprinkled the herbs, swirled and crushed the ingredients with the pestle.As she stirred and blended, she focused her intentions into the herbs based on their properties—bay leaves and elfwort to attract her soul mate; caraway seeds to increase lust in her and her intended; basil for love; lavender for undying love and devotion; yarrow everlasting love; and thyme for affection.She set the mortar down and cupped her hands over the bowl, using the heat of her body and the desires of her soul to infuse the herbs with her heart and her hopes.His lips claimed hers in a hungry kiss and she melted against his solid frame.Scattering the blend of herbs over the small fire, she whispered, “As the fire burns and purifies these herbs, so my soul and heart are purified toward my goal.As the smoke rises to the heavens, so do my wishes and intentions.Bring to me, Mother and Father, the perfect man of my heart, the one you intend for me as my soul mate.So mote it be.”After placing her mortar, pestle and herbs back into the basket, she set the basket aside and lay on her back.The fire flickered orange light against the trees framing the darkening sky.Her heart beat a rapid staccato in her breast and Monika inhaled deep, closing her eyes.His tongue darted out to taste her lips and she opened her mouth, eager to feast on him.She swooned as his fingers laced through her hair to cradle the back of her head.His other hand slid, strong and possessive, to the small of her back, pulling her body against him, his tongue delving deep into her mouth.Monika smoothed her hands over her belly, then feathered them over her ribs.She caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples until they peaked.His mouth kissed a fiery path to her throat and down to her breasts where he sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked one bud, and then the other, until they ached with need.Nibbling a wet and hungry trail down her belly, his erection brushing against her thigh as he moved lower, and he positioned his head between her legs.Nipping her hip, his teeth grazed the tender flesh, then his mouth hovered over her dark curls.Hot, moist breath wafted against her mons and she whimpered.With a groan, he parted her nether lips with his thumbs, exposing her to him.She slipped her fingers between her legs, parting her lips and swirling the slick wetness over her clitoris, and moaned.Her dark lover fluttered his tongue over her sensitive bud, stroked along the length of her cleft, then returned to flick and suckle her clitoris.Long, sweet, sensuous strokes, then fast, torturous flicks over her nub.Monika mimicked her dream lover’s tongue with her fingers, imagining his stubbled cheeks grazing her thighs, his mouth making love to her and her sex clenching in response.Stroking, fluttering, and thrusting, she crested and her thighs trembling as she continued to stroke her wet, hot folds, drawing out her climax…envisioning her release surging from between her legs, through her heart and pouring out into the universe, directly toward her soul mate [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]