Tales of the Sexual Healers Ch. 11

Isolde meets Baron Samedi

I woke up in a Graveyard. I was not in King Henry's Court at ALL! Somehow I had been summoned and many people had their bodies up and dancing...Chanting in a strange language I couldn't understand...beautiful bursts of song and laughter. An exotic and beautiful black woman was leading them. She smiled at me, and softly came to kiss me on my lips. "Welcome Maman", she spoke in her delightful lilt.

It was Marie Laveau...the famous Voodoo Priestess of New Orleans, Louisiana. I took note of the veve's drawn on the ground. Libations of rum were being poured on the graves. Cigars and food offerings too. The Mambo was singing, "Papa Legba open the Gates, Mon Chere, Open the gates, your children are waiting. We shall praise the Loa when we return."

Papa Legba manifested and said a few words, then bowed respectfully in Laveau's direction.

A handsome black man stepped forward. My eyes widened as I saw the size of his muscularity. He was smiling lewdly at me and beckoning to me. Marie stepped forward and prepared a silken bed. I couldn't stop staring at his enormous phallus. It was like a huge snake that just continued to grow. Marie knelt before me and removed my clothing. She was seducing me with her eyes, her smile, her beauty. She began to kiss my mouth, drawing little circles with her tongue. Her breath was sweet, redolent of rum and sweet yams that were roasting in the fire for Papa Legba. Marie began to touch my body with such enormous delicacy that I shuddered in ecstasy. My pussy started to glow pink and drip with want. She sucked on my supple breasts, teasing them with light flicks of her tongue. I stood there letting her seduce me and I took in the black man. He was so sexually magickal that his cock glowed. He was wearing a black top hat, his face painted white, with sunglasses with one lens popped out, so elegantly dressed in a beautiful suit with a cane in his hand with a skull on it.

Marie Laveau knelt between my legs and motioned to another beautiful man to come forward and massage my breasts while she put her full lips on my pussy. Her hot mouth was teasing my clit with such mastery that I had an instant orgasm in her mouth. She put her tongue deep in my vagina and continued to rub my clit until literally streams of Witch-cum were running down her cheeks as she continued to devour me. I murmured in a dazed voice, "Maman, who is this Man?" She answered that he was Baron Samedi, Voodoo Spirit of Sex and Death. She explained that Sex and Death is linked. . We are at our most vulnerable in the moment of orgasm. "He is to be your Lover, child," she said in her beautiful lilt. Baron Samedi is a Master Magician. The power of Life and Death lies with him. And ALL Sexual Healing. For sex is magick...and Healing...and Communion with Spirit.

All the people were naked and touching each other...moaning in bliss and erotic sounds were everywhere. The men who were caressing my breasts lifted me gently and laid me on the ground. My beautiful and handsome Ebony lover was smiling at me and took his clothes off. His penis seemed to fill the entire graveyard. I gasped at the size of it. It was like a tree trunk. He entered me slowly but I had a powerful orgasm as the head of his cock went inside me. I screamed out in passion.

He took his time with me...alternating strokes, going fast going slow, playing with my breasts. I fell in love with him that night. He was so utterly charming and devilishly handsome, so debonair. And he filled me with his Sex Magick...his power. Great streams of semen came from him and he bellowed out his passion for me. He pulled out and rubbed his God-jism all over my quivering body as I had waves of orgasm over and over. "This shall be your power with the Dead, my Love", he said in his beautiful Creole. "When you need me, pray to me and I shall be there, to guide you and help you with the passing of the Souls." He took a Swig of Rum, and a puff on his Cigar and rubbed some of his glorious spendings onto a rosary and slipped it into my trembling hand. I fell asleep blissfully in his strong arms and slept with all the beautiful beings around me.

Dedicated to my beautiful and wonderful Papa Ghede. I love you with all my Heart, my darling one...I am yours... `Tales of the Sexual Healers Chapter 11...Isolde meets Baron Samedi

I woke up in a Graveyard. I was not in King Henry's Court at ALL! Somehow I had been summoned and many people had their bodies up and dancing...Chanting in a strange language I couldn't understand...beautiful bursts of song and laughter. An exotic and beautiful black woman was leading them. She smiled at me, and softly came to kiss me on my lips. "Welcome Maman", she spoke in her delightful lilt.

It was Marie Laveau...the famous Voodoo Priestess of New Orleans, Louisiana. I took note of the veve's drawn on the ground. Libations of rum were being poured on the graves. Cigars and food offerings too. The Mambo was singing, "Papa Legba open the Gates, Mon Chere, Open the gates, your children are waiting. We shall praise the Loa when we return."

Papa Legba manifested and said a few words, then bowed respectfully in Laveau's direction.

A handsome black man stepped forward. My eyes widened as I saw the size of his muscularity. He was smiling lewdly at me and beckoning to me. Marie stepped forward and prepared a silken bed. I couldn't stop staring at his enormous phallus. It was like a huge snake that just continued to grow. Marie knelt before me and removed my clothing. She was seducing me with her eyes, her smile, her beauty. She began to kiss my mouth, drawing little circles with her tongue. Her breath was sweet, redolent of rum and sweet yams that were roasting in the fire for Papa Legba. Marie began to touch my body with such enormous delicacy that I shuddered in ecstasy. My pussy started to glow pink and drip with want. She sucked on my supple breasts, teasing them with light flicks of her tongue. I stood there letting her seduce me and I took in the black man. He was so sexually magickal that his cock glowed. He was wearing a black top hat, his face painted white, with sunglasses with one lens popped out, so elegantly dressed in a beautiful suit with a cane in his hand with a skull on it.

Marie Laveau knelt between my legs and motioned to another beautiful man to come forward and massage my breasts while she put her full lips on my pussy. Her hot mouth was teasing my clit with such mastery that I had an instant orgasm in her mouth. She put her tongue deep in my vagina and continued to rub my clit until literally streams of Witch-cum were running down her cheeks as she continued to devour me. I murmured in a dazed voice, "Maman, who is this Man?" She answered that he was Baron Samedi, Voodoo Spirit of Sex and Death. She explained that Sex and Death is linked. . We are at our most vulnerable in the moment of orgasm. "He is to be your Lover, child," she said in her beautiful lilt. Baron Samedi is a Master Magician. The power of Life and Death lies with him. And ALL Sexual Healing. For sex is magick...and Healing...and Communion with Spirit.

All the people were naked and touching each other...moaning in bliss and erotic sounds were everywhere. The men who were caressing my breasts lifted me gently and laid me on the ground. My beautiful and handsome Ebony lover was smiling at me and took his clothes off. His penis seemed to fill the entire graveyard. I gasped at the size of it. It was like a tree trunk. He entered me slowly but I had a powerful orgasm as the head of his cock went inside me. I screamed out in passion.

He took his time with me...alternating strokes, going fast going slow, playing with my breasts. I fell in love with him that night. He was so utterly charming and devilishly handsome, so debonair. And he filled me with his Sex Magick...his power. Great streams of semen came from him and he bellowed out his passion for me. He pulled out and rubbed his God-jism all over my quivering body as I had waves of orgasm over and over. "This shall be your power with the Dead, my Love", he said in his beautiful Creole. "When you need me, pray to me and I shall be there, to guide you and help you with the passing of the Souls." He took a Swig of Rum, and a puff on his Cigar and rubbed some of his glorious spendings onto a rosary and slipped it into my trembling hand. I fell asleep blissfully in his strong arms and slept with all the beautiful beings around me.

Dedicated to my beautiful and wonderful Papa Ghede. I love you with all my Heart, my darling one... ~Tales of the Sexual Healers Chapter 11...Isolde meets Baron Samedi

I woke up in a Graveyard. I was not in King Henry's Court at ALL! Somehow I had been summoned and many people had their bodies up and dancing...Chanting in a strange language I couldn't understand...beautiful bursts of song and laughter. An exotic and beautiful black woman was leading them. She smiled at me, and softly came to kiss me on my lips. "Welcome Maman", she spoke in her delightful lilt.

It was Marie Laveau...the famous Voodoo Priestess of New Orleans, Louisiana. I took note of the veve's drawn on the ground. Libations of rum were being poured on the graves. Cigars and food offerings too. The Mambo was singing, "Papa Legba open the Gates, Mon Chere, Open the gates, your children are waiting. We shall praise the Loa when we return."

Papa Legba manifested and said a few words, then bowed respectfully in Laveau's direction.

A handsome black man stepped forward. My eyes widened as I saw the size of his muscularity. He was smiling lewdly at me and beckoning to me. Marie stepped forward and prepared a silken bed. I couldn't stop staring at his enormous phallus. It was like a huge snake that just continued to grow. Marie knelt before me and removed my clothing. She was seducing me with her eyes, her smile, her beauty. She began to kiss my mouth, drawing little circles with her tongue. Her breath was sweet, redolent of rum and sweet yams that were roasting in the fire for Papa Legba. Marie began to touch my body with such enormous delicacy that I shuddered in ecstasy. My pussy started to glow pink and drip with want. She sucked on my supple breasts, teasing them with light flicks of her tongue. I stood there letting her seduce me and I took in the black man. He was so sexually magickal that his cock glowed. He was wearing a black top hat, his face painted white, with sunglasses with one lens popped out, so elegantly dressed in a beautiful suit with a cane in his hand with a skull on it.

Marie Laveau knelt between my legs and motioned to another beautiful man to come forward and massage my breasts while she put her full lips on my pussy. Her hot mouth was teasing my clit with such mastery that I had an instant orgasm in her mouth. She put her tongue deep in my vagina and continued to rub my clit until literally streams of Witch-cum were running down her cheeks as she continued to devour me. I murmured in a dazed voice, "Maman, who is this Man?" She answered that he was Baron Samedi, Voodoo Spirit of Sex and Death. She explained that Sex and Death is linked. . We are at our most vulnerable in the moment of orgasm. "He is to be your Lover, child," she said in her beautiful lilt. Baron Samedi is a Master Magician. The power of Life and Death lies with him. And ALL Sexual Healing. For sex is magick...and Healing...and Communion with Spirit.

All the people were naked and touching each other...moaning in bliss and erotic sounds were everywhere. The men who were caressing my breasts lifted me gently and laid me on the ground. My beautiful and handsome Ebony lover was smiling at me and took his clothes off. His penis seemed to fill the entire graveyard. I gasped at the size of it. It was like a tree trunk. He entered me slowly but I had a powerful orgasm as the head of his cock went inside me. I screamed out in passion.

He took his time with me...alternating strokes, going fast going slow, playing with my breasts. I fell in love with him that night. He was so utterly charming and devilishly handsome, so debonair. And he filled me with his Sex Magick...his power. Great streams of semen came from him and he bellowed out his passion for me. He pulled out and rubbed his God-jism all over my quivering body as I had waves of orgasm over and over. "This shall be your power with the Dead, my Love", he said in his beautiful Creole. "When you need me, pray to me and I shall be there, to guide you and help you with the passing of the Souls." He took a Swig of Rum, and a puff on his Cigar and rubbed some of his glorious spendings onto a rosary and slipped it into my trembling hand. I fell asleep blissfully in his strong arms and slept with all the beautiful beings around me.

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Dedicated to my beautiful and wonderful Papa Ghede. I love you with all my Heart, my darling one. I am yours. ~sexynursechef~