Imbolc by Jay Moody

By Imbolc, the days have become noticeably longer since midwinter’s darkness as the sun continues to mature in the sky. The young earth is becoming fertile and the young sun begins to show signs of his virility. Seeds that have lain dormant in the earth will soon sprout. Life is becoming more active as the cold winter fades away.

just another day

By sharing a smile, I am not about to make a difference in the plague that has so many spewing hate, but I do it.  I do not believe in organized religion, so I practice as a solitary and on the full moons with peacefires.  The celebrated calendar is not my new year but I’m not offended by the majority watching (and shouting during) fireworks.  I do find myself eating pork, mashed potatoes and sauerkraut new years day.  In fact, I insist on it. 

The Witch (erotica)

“A love type..love potion” He said lamely, not liking to be the butt of some joke. “You mean there are different types?” She chuckled softly under her breath. An evil sound that could make neck hairs stand up on end, and arouse other parts as well. “Of Course. Just as there are many different types of love. There are many different potions to bring it about” She leaned forward in her chair, nailing him with her dark blue hypnotic eyes.

Samhain (erotica)

He was so overwhelmed by the sensations, by Bridget’s words and naked beauty and raw animal sexual scent, that it didn’t seem to be really happening to him. His body was on auto-pilot, acting and responding without his direction. Falling now into the embrace of her arms and legs, so that to sight and sound and smell was added the enveloping sensation of touch, of her soft, smooth, warmth surrounding him.