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I write these Owl Witch stories all the time. Someone can have a read if they want. ...not erotica but elements of bdsm.
The world is very confusing. The Bhuddists believe in enlightenment. This state of of pure perfection. However, as long as we are on this Earth. In earth and made of dust then there is no such thing. We will never reach it. Instead, we are caught in a state of evil. Of flesh. We satisfy our needs in the best way that we can. We kill and push it into our mouths so that we can survive. Every day, we are surrounded by evil. “Evil” is really life. Death is “evil. And yet it is only once we die and leave this world that we truly live. Life is not clear to us but it becomes clear in death.
The witch sat hunched over the fire. Slicing strands of meat from the freshly killed carcass. Cooking them on a stick. Eating the cooked ones and then replacing them. The guts of the beast hung out. And the head stared at her lifelessly. Her body was naked and dirty. Glistening from sweat. Her muscles showing through from under her skin.
Through the door of the cave flew Owl. Her spirit guide. Gently he rested on her shoulders. He soaked up the heat from the fire. Like gulping down water after a run, his pores soaked it up.
He didn’t speak in words but she could feel his message. Pleasure or pain, he asked. Stillness or movement. We leave it to chaos. She picked up a rock and coated one side with blood. Rock up pleasure. Blood up, pain. But bliss in both. The magic of life and the magic of death. The rock turned in a ritm like life. It turned quickly but time was slow. A key that would change the future. One moment that would determine the energy of every moment to follow. Now, now, now, now. If it landed blood up, the energy was set for blood. Rock up, the energy was set for simple clean magic. ...It dropped blood up. Blood. Pain. Death. Hate. Confusion. Evil. Black. Darkness.
Fluttering his wings, owl rose up behind her, a natural gps directing device. She was under constant requirement of him. Linked to his energy. A small little animal made for hunting with his small little woman made for hunting.
Through the woods she ran, barefoot and naked, her hair down to her arse. Breathing hard, owl drew her on. She felt her legs burning. And her blood ached for oxygen. Blood dripping from cuts on her body. But the magic of owl’s link drew her on. Her body felt all these things but they only served to strengthen her mind and empower her magic. Her blood pumping to her mind and her mind pumping her body. ...Driving her on. She didn’t know where she was going or what she was going to have to do. The stone had turned and now it was leading to blood.
She walked a fair way into town without any clothes. But it is surprising how little people really notice if you yourself pay no attention to it. Her nudity was nothing and so it was nothing to everyone who passed her. But after some time, Owl came back with some clothes. A tight dress that fit her curves snugly. With lace trim adding a beautiful touch. Beautiful and innocent. Her body burst out of it like a ripe piece of fruit. Like a heroin from a needle.
And Owl led her on. To a church.
It was a church community of perfection. Everyone living inside a nice society of love and peace. She entered it like a flu virus into health. Like, a shadow over sun. The goodness of everything around sucking into her. Her evil thriving on the goodness. Like a baby on its tit.
People were drawn to her evil. Before when she walked down the street and she was naked and nobody noticed her because she was not aware of her nudity. Now, she was very aware of her evil. She exuded it from herself. And everyone projected themselves onto her. All the evil that was in this good place found its way into her. Every time a man looked at her and thought about raping her. Every jealous woman’s look. Seeing and wanting the power in her evil. The elderly, aching to take her youth for themselves. The thief wanting to steal her. The murderer wanting to kill her. The businessman wanting to buy her.
After she had walked for some time she found a church. Unaware, Owl pulled her on. Two animals in a sea of purity. A dot of blackness in cup of water. They spread through the place. Acid in the stomach of God. Walking up to this man in the church standing right under the statue of Jesus spread out on the cross of Jesus. He could do nothing but look. Shocked and mentally numb by the chaos that he saw approaching. When everything in his life had been perfected and polished. On the pinnacle of his righteousness. And the zenith of his spiritual learned training. It was about to all end and be thrown to the chaos of this woman.
She walked up to him gripping and holding him close, gently she sunk her teeth into his neck and felt his blood flow out from there. All that he had done in his life seeping from him. Everything ending. The tight construction of his life falling apart. And he gave no resistance. Without any will to fight. He died from the purity of his being. And she fed on his beauty. Like a virus she spread through him and sucked him into death. And actually, this ugly thing enveloped him like a relief. For once he wasn’t afraid of anything. He had faced the worst thing imaginable. And overcome it through death. It was her gift through suffering. Releasing him from his mind. Taking everything away. Removing the burden. Time no longer holding him.
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BDSM Story that is not erotica. - 
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