Migraine – a Sexual Spiritual Explanation
*Blog update* I’m delighted to say that this was chosen as one of the top three posts in Elust 86
The serpent is here again – pixelating and twinkling in my vision. It hatches in the centre, creating a blind spot then slithers to the outer periphery, lingering in a crescent moon.
The elders told me what it was when I was a youth, when I was told I had the gift but I wouldn’t believe until I was older. Now I believe as the snake coils and displaces my vision and regular thought pattern. It is spirits from the passed realm searching for their left lovers. It’s the sexual yearning of lovers gone, needing their release. I’ve got to be careful and help guide them to their orgasm or they get angry and cast pain my way.
I have one now. I’ve learned how to deal with it, how to coax it back into it’s realm with minimum disruption. Before I was given proper instruction, the serpent would distort my sight then dive in a furious rage into the centre of my brain and lash at my nerves until it crippled me and banished me to stillness and darkness before it would be exorcised by an almighty purge – pain and vomit spilling it’s release over my floor.
Now though, I know what I must do. I let my eyelids flutter closed and hum gently while I roll my nipples in my thumb and fingers. I call to my cunt to rise and be ready. I call to my sex to yearn and be greedy. I run my tongue over my lips and call to my spirit lover to come for release in my physical body.
My hands run over my heated flesh down into the liquefying valley between my hips, the centre of all where the spirit must be seduced. Fingers plunge into wet my core, sliding and pulsing while the serpent trails around in my eyes, confused and desperate. I find the pleasure nub of my clit and catch the fleshy pillows between my fingers either side and rub hard. I’m almost savage now in my quest. My hips buck and my back arches, growls and moans drag from my throat and both hands part me as I fuck myself hard to the brink of oblivion.
That’s it, that’s it, the snake breaks free from my sight and whips down to my cunt and we hand suspended for a moment, joined in that single point of unity before one last flick of my wrist and we come, We come through the moon and the stars and the sun and the world fragments around us, bursting into pixelated stars and dispersing.
I’m panting and bewildered as I come to and feel the strange bereft sensation of my cohabitant now gone. A soft mourning takes over, but just for a few moments. I rest to make sure the serpent has truly been appeased. When I am convinced there is no pain punishment, I rise and get on with my day.
And there you have it. This was written this morning during quite a ferocious migraine so if it makes no sense, then I guess that’s totally fine 🙂
I had sat down to write a Masturbation Monday anyway and this is something I’ve been wanting to express for a while, funny how things come together sometimes – Kayla’s picture prompt was perfect.
Also – one of my favourite cures for the dreaded migraine is the orgasm. What an absolute cure all to have in your medicine cabinet!
Click the big purple box for more Masturbation Monday tales x x x