On the West Coast, within the county of Les Spirites City:
Within a house of statue, where stairs and pillars were made of marble, the mistress stood as master of all she surveyed. Having a stately figure of Icelandic origins, she towered at 6 ft tall.
Near her:
In a locked room was an obsidian orifice, a bowel of ebony stone on the floor. Across the room was a stately door, large, and wide. Above it, a lion’s head carved into stone. The stone lion scowled at all who stood before it.
The Mistress called herself ‘Katla’. Her skin has a bronze glow: the courtesy of the West Coast Sun. Her face is flawless, with full lips, blue eyes, perfect cheekbones.
She calls her lesbian cohort: ‘I need you.’
15 minutes later, her companion, ‘Lilith’, enters her mansion.
Together, they enter the room with the obsidian bowel.
Up close, they can see a snake’s head craved into the black bowl. ‘Katla’ strips before it, ‘Lilith’ too. She sits before it, in a ritual both familiar and significant. She rubs her loin, something known to her and Lilith as ‘rubbing her pearl’.
A flame of desire burned within her, Katla’s breasts heaved, and her partner ‘Lilith’ with a slight twist of her lips, applies her graceful fingers to the ‘pearl’.
Together, they stroke Katla’s pearl to awake forbidden desires. Blood floods to it, until it grew, engorged. Katla moans for more pleasure. Lilith obliged her.
Finally, after miffed moans, the payoff. Katla’s groin bursts and dribbled into the obsidian bowel. Within seconds, a light within the stone lion’s glows. The granite head stares at them, its eyes full of soft light. The door beneath clicks.
Lilith kisses her Katla’s faces with soft kisses.
Together, they rest.
Then, together, they open the door.
For whatever reason, nothing ever opens this door. Except by this manner.
They access the documents for a building across town and take with them a velvet box.
They drive 15 minutes and enter the building. They ride the elevator to the top and enter a condo of sparkling quality.
Awaiting them are their lesbian friends: all with laces or belts on either their arms, thighs, or ankles.
Katla and Lilith both approach the exotic Irish-Cherokee Lesbian, ‘Judy’.
From a velvet box, Katla drew two straps garnished with emeralds and each terminating in strings.
Katla handed the emerald garner belts to ‘Judy’: she attached one to each thigh so that a cluster of brilliant green stones circled each leg.
Katla and Lilith each gave the Irish-Cherokee woman a dutiful kiss on each cheek.
For those unaware, ‘Judy’ was a rare self-driven lesbian on the rise within the lesbian cult. Her story was like near classic, rising from obscurity to a higher rank.
To consumated their arrangement, Lilith applied lips, tongue, and passion, to Judy lower nether regions. She proceeded to work on Judy, for her pleasure.
Were this passion any hotter, windows would have steamed, and drizzle water as cool air touched the building.
Katla and Lilith withdrew to their mansion, leaving ‘Judy’ as overlord of her building. Through the lower floors, all lesbians of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 belts, either on their arms or legs, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th degree lesbians of their lesbian underworld.
Katla enters the room of the Obsidian and watched the door closed and lock, the lion’s head fade as its eyes dimmed and darkened. On the floor, fastened to marble, the Obsidian bowel dried. The servants ran water through it, but the door never opened. The lion’s head remained dim and lifeless. Only Katla fluids could rouse it to life.
This room is the key to their womanly order, Katla reflects, with measures of satisfaction:
Her desire and memories of a living society lives in the room of the Lion’s head, where lies,
The Obsidian
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Assembled from the Creative of LBGT Commons: contributors Kelsi LeBrock, Karen McNelson, and Erin Gray. Free to use or adapt for projects, stories, and videos. No copyrights.