Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2010 22:02:48 +0000 (GMT) From: brendan pickett <brendan_pickett@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Goddess of Sexuality: Episode 1: The Becoming. (A TG/TV tale.) The Goddess of Sexuality Episode 1: "The Becoming." The God of Love... she came down to me... "I have a task for you" she said... and flew me up to the Heavens in her tender golden arms... we rested on Orion's belt - drank Ambrosia and Ichor in-between our naked caresses... then she flew me on to her home-star - the name of which I cannot reveal to your Mortal Eyes... In her Palace she informed me of the task she required me to undertake... the air was sweet and her movements intoxicated me... she circled round my body... stroking flesh flesh flesh... high and light I felt as if I had no body... as if I were merely essence... an atom on the winds... shimmering, smiling... she continued to dance about me... so giddy was I that I failed to listen to her words... I only listened to her beauty-tones, her caressing timbre, her salivating-soul-food - she paused: she was waiting for an answer from a question I hadn't heard... touching my chin with the finger-tips of her right-hand... then smoothing her painted-red nails over my left cheek she spoke: "Well my lovely... Do you consent?" - Enraptured by her gaze... drunk by her touch I would do any-task, any-thing, to please her... so I said: "I do" - without knowing what I was getting into... The light of a thousand stars shone from her sparkling God-Eyes... she was pleased by my response - which pleased me immensely... her smile made the whole Cosmo turn round and stare... I basked in its glory. As she took me in her arms once again she whispered: "Then let us begin!" We hovered in the atmosphere spinning... her hands glowed phosphorescent... gripping all flesh flesh flesh of my skin... as we spin spin spin a vortex swirls beneath us... I am blind - tingling... absorbed in the glow of the God of Love herself... tenderized by what feels like a million fingers... She kisses every inch of my twirling body-matter- then flies loose from our embrace and out from the encircling vortex in which I am left spinning with immortal momentum... In the eye of the Storm I feel perfectly safe - even though surrounded by immense mighty power which could decimate me instantly - I feel at one - though I feel no-thing... my flesh is no-matter - my matter is of no-flesh... I see the God of Love looking graciously upon me... though I have no Eyes... I feel all in synathesia... I am to the future and Laugh! The Love-God laughs with me... the smiling sounds reach abound and its echo bounces off galaxy to distant galaxy travelling faster than the speed of light... The vortex loses momentum - the spin slows - my essence starts to fall - I sense the God of Love celestially towering before, above, all round of me... She eclipses all-things - the microscopic to the macroscopic... her umbral shadow casts down upon me as gravity brings me into her arms... I once again began to feel of flesh - to sense reality... and looked upon her golden shimmering cosmic silhouette glistening with solar flares above my newly forming form... she read my mind - and answered within me: "So It Shall Be." Later... My eyes and I awoke on the northern pole of the Love-God's home-star - lying on a bed of flower-petals... She lies beside me... her warmth is sizzling... with her attention upon me I was at the centre of the universe, or so my non-human sense told me... Our eyes locked in a fabulous gaze... She flicked back my locks from off my cheeks - then ran her lush fingers through my long bouncy curls - my hair had never felt so great... I felt it against my skin - against the back of my neck - against my shoulders... soft and blonde: hair to rival (but not exceed) the beatific splendour of the God of Love's own locks... Looking through me she asks: "How does it feel?" - I wrapped my tender arms around her silken waist and replied: "I feel fantastic!" "But how does it feel to be the new you?" she quizzically whispered to my left ear... I realised. The God of Love beamed a magnificent silver smile - she knew I had just realised... I was a Woman. She ran her left hand god-fingers across my flesh - awakening its vibrancy with its touch - awakening my new soul - awakening my fate, my destiny, my god-given task... I gasp! A sudden-shock-rush swims through my being as she lays her palm on MY Vagina... a flash of panic becomes me... a terror-thought of life with NO Penis... she senses my inner recoil... my inner turmoil... with her right hand she reaches into my subconscious to appease the pain therein and with her left she circles between my labial lips - joyously slipping inna my new life... In her delicate love-touch-embrace she spoke to me as if it were through a delicious dream: "Do not be afraid my sweet princess... This is who you are... An Extension of who you've always been... what has been firing within you... This manifestation has always been burning... a manifestation of mind perfecting your reality... aligning it to its true self... "She what I, the God of Love, see of you: a most beautiful woman... shining pretty... cutey most sexy... a Goddess of Sexuality... a dazzling beacon-star against the darkness of the night... a desire and a spirit-quest with its goal being met - its journey at an ending - which is its new beginning... You are a Woman - what you have always been... A circle completing the circle of Life: Come From Woman - Become a Woman... "You are a Woman - now re-born... You are a Woman - what you've felt you are... Your manifestation has become - your thoughts I received have been put into action... "You are a Woman - Princess, Image of Freedom... Arise my sweetest darling: The God of Love Her-self commands you!" Her hands disperse from within me... I arise from the woman-within-me to the woman that IS me - and stand resplendent - naked as me before reality: "I AM A WOMAN!" I examine my love-god-transformed from - every contour - every crevice - every shape and curve - perfectly pretty feet - legs smooth, supple, long, luscious, flexible - rounded multilinear buttocks - leading to waistline which casts a coke-bottle silhouette outline - rounded pert softly bounce-able breasts with succulent nipples - toned like the God of Love Herself... strong yet purely feminine - graceful, sublime face... I could not believe my eyes when the God of Love revealed a mirror to show me my facial reflection... if I was still a man I would've got an erection... for I've always been most aroused by a transplendent female face - by perfect bone-structure, lollipop lips, deep ponderous shadowy eyes... now when I saw my-self I saw my fantasy... the God of Love had made me ME. "So how does it feeeeel?" she asked me... For some reason the words I spoke were foreign to me, but I understood them perfectly: I spoke with fulfilment & femme-certainty: "It looses bow and It is I It Hits" - was my reply... My new-found mentor, lover and re-creator understood exactly... she stated: "So I see the new you speaks the language of the Gods now?" - I laughed - realising her loving-irony... playful amour-banter... witty eros-interplay... child-esque glee-full noises of joy... a question pops into my thought from nowhere: "Before, when you were explaining what my task for you would be, were you speaking in the Tongue spoke only by the Gods?" - Love-God, one's new-re-birthing-mother answers: "Yes my apple-seed Princess... it is a language I knew you would not understand on the verbal layer... but a language I knew you would receive on the subconscious side... sensitive neo-mortals such as was your-prior-self receive such language as a music - as an emotion - as a rush-of-life-force... a will-to-self... the power-of-love... "You understood my question even though you did not literally understand the words I used... You did not step-blindly even though you could not see... If I had chosen wrongly, then what you Now-Are could not have happened... manifestations can be only of themselves... "You understood as I hoped you would." With her answer she answered questions I had not considered... I looked once again into the mirror... She quipped: "Now, now... I see vanity has become my Princess-daughter..." - then tee-hee-laughed merrily chuckling... she continues: "Let me colour you!" Paints I with colours of Eternity... lips gleam with moist maternity... eyes radiate universal mythology... cheeks glisten smooth jubilations... perfect colours of a natural re-birthed Woman... colours: flesh of all dominations... colour: love's light creation... colour, the feminine celebration... She, God of Love, my One, completes her Art... her daughter is truly born... I am made for Eternity... made-up for-ever... eternal prettiness... I'm so HAPPY! Later... In my mother's palace I am explained my tasks in full... as Daughter of the God of Love, now the Goddess of Sexuality, birthed by my former male-essence, I was to Test AND Judge all the Suitors of my mother's love... there were always hundred of suitors waiting to try their hand at winning my mother that She could not, nay did not, have enough time to sift through them AND deal with the earth-bound matters of Love that were her daily responsibilities... She needed a daughter to pick-out the creme of the best of the very best suitors, most of which were Angels or Poets, for her to have the Final Choice from... And I was now her Daughter... She needed a Daughter that was formed from her love-god powers... that wished to be as beautiful as Love itself... (For that was the wish of mine that she granted when she read my mind and replied: "So It Shall Be.") - Needed a daughter who could Test AND Judge the suitors on the same level as Her... Before the testing, judging of the suitors would begin, I was given two personal Angel Boy Lovers to practice with... one blonde short curly haired blue-eyed Caucasian beauty with spongy muscle toned yoga-body 6 foot of statuesque splendour... the other dark Jamaican glory angel, beaded thin dread-locks, cocky and grandiloquent, rippling booty, eyes all beamy, fear-some yet joy-full, a tiger of delight... They christened me - to put it in crude sexual-religious-terminology - I bathed in the fountains of angel-semen - washed in the rivers of messy halo-cum... explored every facet of unexplored reality... the undiscovered country... They fucked me for what seemed forever... and in just that one-night I had experienced all-eternity... I am a Woman, Goddess of Sexuality.