The Priestess: Secret Plans, Erotic Longings And A Moonlit Orgy
“Didn’t you know, she’s the priestess of love,” said Kate, “God, every time I see her, somehow I just want to fuck.”A golden haze serenaded the lush green premises of the ashram as dusk approached across the hills. I walked with Marius, trying to shoo away a couple of young goats which had deviated from their group and were now engaged in intertwining with my legs. It was less than two hours since I had arrived at this spiritual community nestled discreetly amidst the rolling hills. And it was only now, while I walked attending Marius’...
