#WednesdayQuickies: Aminát the Sacred Whore - Part I

Weekly, snackable erotic shorts to satisfy your mind's eye.


She did nothing without intention.


Every move she made had a purpose and a reason. The epitome of beauty. She saw beauty in things others would deem rank. Gave it light amid everyone else’s darkness. She loved both, the light and darkness.


A mystic with the gift of third-eye sight, she viewed her body as an altar and turned her canvas into a masterpiece filled with trinkets, fragrance, color palettes and patterns. Her exterior designs crafted to evoke pleasure from those who saw her.


A visual incantation.


Today wasn’t a typical evening.


Usually, she’d spend her nights cycling through appointments. Her clientele was that of the elite with enough secrets to easily send their egos to an early grave. Quietly named herself the keeper of secrets. Their fetish and kinks kept her spirit full and she’d feast on their buried layers like a full course meal. Beyond whips and bounds, there were bodies and identities enmeshed into their desires. Friends of friends she’d have on tap, ready to satiate these secret desires.


Most times, she’d watch.


Add a solo sesh with her voyeurism while she dictated commands from her bird’s eye view. The moments she did indulge, left her lusty. She’d thirst for more and browse through her Rolodex of hims and hers for an early morning nightcap. Hours of pleasure to wield that excess energy and place it somewhere safe, her human toys and props found themselves energized by the end of their encounters. Frustrations healed, more secrets revealed, and her bed acting as a “red velvet couch” removed the deep-seated sins of her lovers and intertwined itself within the fabric and fibers.


A few minutes in the wash, a couple of smoke clearing rituals and it was as if they were never there.


A good sacred whore.

Aminát.

A name she acquired from a client who believed her given name did nothing for her persona. They’d talk for an hour, expelling all of his hidden truths, then he’d bind her up and fuck her till she came incessantly. He’s the only one she let dominate. All the others simply believed they did.


On her phone, she browsed through the influx of messages from a few who didn’t get the clue. All curious of her whereabouts. She’d often given in to her desires and made herself available but she had a new evening menu.


She smiled and replied to both, “I’m good.”


Dressed in deep indigo with gold accents to match, her bustier and knee-length jersey skirt fit like a glove. An ode to muva Janet with gold rings on her stilettos nails, her deep blue lippie with a tan shimmer and rouge gave homage to the fairy vibes she often kept hidden—but not tonight.


She was ready for a change, a new score.


Out the door and into a Black Escalade, she confirmed her route with the driver and drew her attention back to the phone. Did her usual mini photoshoot and dropped them in her client group chat. Always kept her suitors wanting more.


“Make a left here, it’s quicker.” She commanded.


Finally got that invite to the members-only club she wanted to frequent. Her anxiety brewed for tonight’s introduction. It’s a bitch to get in but a favorite client who frequents there got her on the list. She loved clients who respected her body as a business.


It was her passion to use her body as a business.


Closed her eyes and let the humidity of the evening ease the tension. Flashes of white light through the moon-roof kissed her cleavage while the driver dodged in and out of traffic. The bustier made sure her full C-cup sat up nice but still left much to be desired. She lived for mystery. Laid soft between the crevice was a raw amber stone wire wrapped in copper for protection. She loved her work but understood the cost and ensured to protect herself at all costs.


Rubbed the stone, spoke a quick protection spell, and continued to take in the evening lights.


Though traffic wasn’t heavy, it was enough to make her fashionably late. The club Mistress called twice before she answered with a proper ETA. Her membership hadn’t been confirmed and a list awaited. Her name pushed weight.


If the stars aligned, this could potentially be an eventful evening.

She enjoyed the Lower East Side.


Remnants of an old Manhattan were often found down a cobblestone street which complemented the vintage look and feel. She often envisioned herself with a club of her own but opted to be the practitioner as opposed to the overseer.


The club sat on an off-beat corner with a graffiti art embellished metal door. Street enough to deter the judgemental; yet, sleek enough to garner interest to the intrigued.


She thanked the driver, tipped him well and headed to the door. A distinctive rap on the heavy metal as per her instructions


“Sweet pussy,” she whispered.


Each member had their own password. Word on the street is Aminát has the sweetest petals one’s ever sucked. Soft, firm, fluid, and nimble packaged with a juicy pearl that glistened with the slightest touch.


Sweet pussy seemed apropos.


The door creaked open. She turned to her driver and waved him off.


“Welcome, Aminát.” The Mistress smiled and grazed her fingertips along her sepia hued décolletage. Pleased with her aesthetic. “Hello, Mistress,” she honeyed. “This is classier than I expected.”


Aminát surveyed the space. Fancied the burgundy, taupe, and black decor with carefully placed conversation areas of large swivel chairs and circular coffee tables. Each allowed members to explore their voyeur. Pockets of open rooms adjacent to the conversation areas with nothing but a mocha-colored sheer offering little or no privacy. The sounds of sex screams, hollers, and groans above the mixture of sultry soul music.


The erotic melody excited Aminát’s nipples.

Their silhouette, soon visible from the resonance.


Quickly the Mistress led Aminát down the hall to her first appointment. There was no time for pleasantries since she had a few people waiting and pass schedule. She spoke loudly over the moans and music with specs from her suitor and Aminát did her best to capture it all amid the chaos.


Tall

Medium build

Enjoys being bound

Switch

Comes quick from giving and receiving oral.


Perfect.


Behind the curtain, the Mistress presented Aminát and her excitement quickly turned to horror.


“I knew you’d be here,” he scoffed.


Shit...


(to be continued...)


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