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     COMMIN' HOME (F-cerimony)
     Written 1995 for Euro-Sappho
     by Indina Beuche

     Where am I?

     She asked herself, directing her finger to touch her belly- the
     best way to find out, whether she was dreaming.... No, her belly
     was warm, feeling like a well-fed-belly should feel like. But
     what's that? This *strange* new feeling? Her body pulsates. A
     bright Hummmmmmmmmmmmmming from the very deep center of herself.
     Or was it the soundof the air? Humid, hot, tropical, spicy air?

     Opening her eyes she realized, her body had changed. How she had
     changed! No more stiff Levis 501 to keep her butchy image alive.
     No more 300$-bison-leather-top. No more clothes anyway -
     strange...

     She was free - her body touched only by a whirl of rainbow-
     coloured soft feathers. Nicely arranged around her hips. And how
     she was melting! Sweating! All her pores opened to swallow the
     humidity and the pulse of spicy air. Where the hell did she
     finally land...?

     Mon amour! Africa!! Afrique!!! *MOTHERLAND* - the ORIGN. Center
     of spirit. Center of lust. Center of joy... Yoni center : )

     Like enlightened by an electric shock she realized where she was
     dropped to - it felt like coming home after an endless journey.
     Her long trip to the desperate sides of human-life was over. Her
     trip to shelter and support the worldwide dyke-sister-community
     from getting mad in that man-monsters-ruled world finally ended -
     she was back home!

     The drumming... the pulse of rhythm coming closer - and closer -

      DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUUB DUUB
      DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUUB

     Her worshipping-sisters came closer. She couldn't see much - a
     big cloud of dust covered the sweaty bodies of dancing women.
     Stumping their feet into the soil of the holy land. They were
     dancing the global rhythm. Shaking their boobs as if there's no
     tomorrow.

     Goddess - she remembered! - It was the fifth of October - the day
     for the YONY-RITUAL! How could she forget this central date of
     her community!

     Her body got into the rhythm. So easily invited by the power of
     the drums. She was melting. Dripping sweat. Rivers of sweat
     longing to drown in the ocean of love. It took her a second to be
     in the middle of the group of priestesses. They were dancing
     close to each other. Very close! Holding each other... very
     close! Touching each other...so passionate. Giggling and Teasing.
     Shoulder to shoulder, her breasts whipping, pulsating...trembling
     hips. Turns and turns of sweaty bodies - round and round - the
     whole world went in circles. She was part of the ritual. She came
     home.

     No doubt. And she was going to celebrate the LUST.

     Her Yoni starts to breath...longing to get wild... Her eyes are
     shiny like the stars of universe.

     Her hips move round and round now. Sharing the same rhythm, same
     pulse with the others - slowly circling her pelvis, she can feel
     the heat of her closest two partners. The drumbeat gets stronger
     now, the rhythm gets faster. Fireballs explode between her legs.
     She tastes the sweat of her two sisters, who press their
     trembling tits against hers. The most delicious spice of love.
     Nipples precious like diamonds. But so much softer... Women
     moving in circles. Getting closer and closer. Now she openes her
     mouth to drink from their lips. Lips so juicy like swallen ripe
     cherries. Peach skin. Lipstick lips and 'au naturelle'-lips.
     Wanting to drink from the essence of lust her tongue starts a
     sensual trip, exploring her partners faces, finding opened lips
     and smooth sensitive tongues. Three women longing for each other,
     longing to satisfy their lust. Closer and closer... Shocking
     thrills! Exploding waves of passion. Wet tongues licking each
     other.

     So passionate...Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper.....
     Longing for more, they sink down together. Still moving their
     hips in never ending circles. She opens her mind. Opens her legs
     to expose her beloved Yoni. Her melting flower, kissed by a
     swollen pearl - right in the center of life.
     She knew now - she came back home to enjoy the pleasure - pure
     ecstasy. Ready to fill her glowing body with the lust of endless
     lasting love. Vanilla and chocolate chips - tacos with hot pepper
     - ladyfingers....everything she had been longing for since
     *ages*.....

     Her swollen clit arouses more and more - softly teasing the pearl
     of her closest lover, who places her center of joy just in front
     of hers. And it's still getting hotter... Dripping sweat, hips
     pressed to hips. Circling pearls, moving faster and faster....
     breathing together ...Aahhhhh - deeper and deeper and deeeeep...
     Ecstasy.... waves of satisfied lust are electrifying the whole
     atmosphere. Sweaty bodies rolling in the sand, sticky and wet
     from the humidity of love.

     The air is filled with the juicy smell of women making love...

     The rhythm of drums cools down a bit now. Having enjoyed and
     satisfied their strongest longing for each other, it was now 
     time to relax and prepare themselves for the main act.
     The cosmic orgasm. The kiss of the YONI-GODDESS....

     A pleasant breeze of cooler air whispered over their sweaty
     bodies now...

     She took a chance to look around... What a *long* time she'd been
     away from home! But now... here she was again! - part of the holy
     community. Part of the heat and the spicy scent of intensity.
     Goddess, how hard she had worked - out there - for her
     dyke-sisters struggling in a running-mad world.
     Yes, it was time to take a deep breath and refill her energy...so
     she did.

     Looking around, still so close to her two lovers, she realized
     that they were about 35 women - some single, some couples, some
     in larger groups. Preferences are preferences... :-)

     The ritual-compound was placed right in the center of their
     village. Few of the old holy baobab trees gave enough shelter
     from the hot midday sun. She smiled when she realized that the
     largest group of priestesses was formed around that blondie -
     what was her name in the other world again??? Marilyn... yeahh,
     that lovely sister who always loved to incarnate as a perfect
     femme...100%. Yes, Marilyn knew how to get her attention. Just
     now she giggled something into darling Ava's ear, adding a tender
     bite.

     Suddenly the rhythm changed. Sharp quick whirls beaten on the
     talking drums announcing the appearance of two youngster-dykes.
     Two heroines, fresh from their initiation coming out of the holy
     forest, where they spend the last three weeks. - (Without
     euro-sappho!) -

     Their faces are full of pride of their own beauty and their new
     wisdom and a bit shy 'cos it was their first event for the
     community.

     And here *SHE* came - carried in a wooden shrine, held carefully
     like a jewel by the two baby-priestess-dykes...who came closer to
     the group and leaded the holy sculpture of our goddess to the
     center of the ritual-compound.

     But look now! This fire ... and lightning!! How the sky changes
     it's colours! The slight breeze changes to a strong windblow
     while the sculpture gets respectfully placed on an old
     baobab-stub, low enough to allow a perfect view to the beauty of
     the figure.

     Big breasts and well developed hips, arms with opened hands
     showing to the sky. And her Yoni... The pure beauty!
     Her opened lips coloured in a warm red, surrounded by shiny
     sea-shells.

     Immediately the relaxation was gone! - No more giggling and
     nibbling each others ears. Here *SHE* was, the wisest of the
     wise, the most powerful spirit of this beloved dykes' world.

     Tikkatatikkata diggidi diggidi Tikkatatikkata diggidi digdig
     Tikkatatikkata diggidi diggidi Tikkatatikkata diggidi digdig

     the stickdrums are going crazy now - the rhythm gets faster and
     faster.

     Just one second and all woman get involved with the rising of
     another - BIGGER heatwave. Caused by their own power and now
     tuned up, 'cos *SHE* was there!

     No! No escape - The TRANCE throws her fellows into the ocean of
     lust *again*.

     And look at the joy in our faces! She feels the heat now -
     stronger than ever before - get up and dance! Move to the rhythm!
     Cry your cry and cry it looouuud! Scream your scream and laugh
     your stress away - FREE YOURSELF!

     Hips pressed to hips, arms wrapped around legs, hips, breasts,
     faces, thoughts...all seems to be connected and focussed to one
     main aim: Worshipping the center of lust, celebrating the
     YONI-POWER!

     She closes her eyes, wanting to feel the crazyness of that
     electrifying woman that danced next to her. She'd seen her
     before, just couldn't remember, where....Doesn't matter now, her
     body reacted straight -

     *This* woman... she didn't even touch her, but already longed to
     taste the spice of her glowing skin. And how she was glowing!
     Opening her eyes she nearly got shocked of the warm and open
     smile that her lover send to her. Looking straight into her own
     eyes. And these dark brown eyes come closer now, her cheek softly
     touches her lips... - what a thrill!

     "Ohhh darling" her lover whispers with her warm and cozy voice...
     "how did I long for your return... you've been away for years,
     honey. I feared so much - I feared that you might have got lost
     in that other world, while falling for a hetera... suffering a
     lot of pain... being lost for *our* love".

     "Don't you worry, darling! " - Tears running from her eyes... she
     remembers now, all those painful nights, all her confusion - so
     often she lost her path during her stay in the rough society. Now
     everything was so easy. She was really free again. Longing to
     celebrate her return.! She bumped her belly against her lovers
     hips. Holding her face in her hands, her tongue wanted to travel
     deep into the sea of her lovers glowing body. And she met her
     opened soft-cherry-lips... Their tongues melting together so
     softly...

     Turning in circles of deep passion. Her hand left a perfect
     smooth-formed round belly to travel downwards - slowly and softly
     slipping and gliding on the sweat of her body, circling the
     curves of her hips, wandering to explore her landscape and share
     the thrills of fire.

     Both are burning now - there's nothing else than pure longing and
     melting. Holding each other so tight, their bodies glide down in
     perfect harmony. Comfortably placed on a piece of indigo-cloth
     her tongue explores the depth of her lovers navel. Sucking a
     little drop in that cute valley she longs for even more. Search
     and you'll find...

     A deep sighhh accompanies her next stop. "Ohh...my sweet
     darling!... You do me so goood... drivin' me wild!!"

     She was still getting hotter - ohhh, what a lovely shiny pearl...
     exposed in her swollen beauty, ready to receive her tender
     tongue's language. Circling around her lovers hottest spot, she
     feels her own flower burning like fire. Flames of lust flushing
     two bodies... Her tongue glides deeper, invited of the liquid
     lust of her open valley.

     She tickles her lovers glowing pearl, licking her fruit, circling
     faster and faster...wanting to drive her crazy, doesn't stop the
     wilderness of her tongue, circling and circling.... flooded of
     her juice of lust and .......ahhhh, daaarling, so deeep, so
     stroooong.... fire flashes!

     Thunder! Explosions! And Lightning!

     --- Look at our goddess!! *She*'s glowing like fire! ---
     --- *She*'s riding the wave! ---
     --- *SHE* IS SENDING HER ARROW!!!! ---

     Meanwhile, somewhere in another world.....
     ....Forwarded message from the french tv channel TV 5:

     Notre president, monsieur le Jacques Chirac, et mort d'une
     accident sur la rue cet soir. On ne sait pas comment, mais la
     police a trouvé une fleche dans son coeur. On ne sait rien, mais
     une jeune fille a racontrée qu'elle a vu une lumiere très
     magique...

     