Cathy
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Hooked6 told us once the reason for his elaborate disclaimer and I completely agree with him. Here is my own version of it so that I can keep away from anyone getting hurt or disappointed, including myself.
This is a fictional story based on some facts but unconnected to reality. I do not personally know any of the individuals that I may write about and I have no intention to portray any knowledge of them or their characters. I hope you enjoy it. Cathy
Most of you know that I live in a rural farming community in Iowa. My house is on the outskirts of town and sits on about 40 acres of rolling land with its own little forest. I often have a girlfriend or two living with me for various periods of time and sometimes I am alone in the house.
I recently finished my Master’s degree from a very liberal Christian seminary. Before attending the seminary I completed my first Master’s degree at NYU in New York City. I am a well educated, natural blonde so I really don’t fit the “blonde” mold. I also dye my hair from time to time. Also not fitting any molds are my breasts. They are so small I rarely need to wear a bra and I very often don’t. I generously call them B-Cups, but they really are roomy in a B, sigh!
My house is a rather large Victorian with four bedrooms, three baths, finished basement and attic, and a wrap around porch on three sides. The entire property is fenced it, even the woodland and the pastureland. My dad inherited the property from his family and even though he is still alive (thankfully – I love him dearly!) he gave the property to me when I entered the seminary. He knows that I love it and will take good care of it. He graduated from same seminary decades ago.
It can be quite secluded here at times. Just so you won’t worry, I have a state-of-the-art alarm system in place. If anything unusual happens a signal is received by the security company and all Hell breaks loose. I know, it accidentally happened a few times. The company is very good about it; they understand that their clients often do things that are foolish. And, there will be a little something “extra” in the monthly bill.
My family is Wiccan, not Christian as you might have guessed. Pagans have ethics, moral codes and scruples, and jobs just like everyone else. Many Christians paint us as devil worshippers and worse, but we are not. Actually, the devil is a Christian invention. There has never been an evil spirit in Pagan theology, ever. If you look in the Bible, the temptation of Christ in the desert, a reference is made to, “The Adversary.” In Jewish theology, the Adversary is very much like the prosecuting attorney. It is his job to make sure that when you say something, you really mean it. As if to say, “Are you sure you want this…?”
At age 28 I am a Priestess in my faith and able to impart my Pagan Tradition on to others, if they request our instruction.
The front of my house faces east and is about forty feet from the street. I’ve planted a lovely garden from the house to the front fence. My neighbors on either side are each about a block away. The area is not busy and most residential with the farms bordering most of the properties.
A while ago I shared with you a story about an art major girlfriend of mine who painted a cute little bikini on my hot little feminine body. This enabled me to prance around outside totally naked, even in the front of the house. I made a point of spending a lot of time out there just because I could! I enjoyed a wonderful spring and summer this year and accomplished a lot of planting, trimming and generally hanging out.
My favorite times are spent in the back of the house. I often borrow a horse from a friend and ride out there. Once I am out of sight, so are my clothes. You see. I love being naked, all the time. I have a small lake that borders my land so I often go there to swim. More often than not, I am alone and can have fun by myself or with a few friends.
Once a few years ago, a niece of the owner of the adjacent property was visiting and had found the lake. In a funny turn of events, I caught her skinny dipping and we became fast friends when I startled her while totally naked myself. We had a lot of fun in the water that day and many other days after that, until she had to go back home to Minnesota. She came back each summer for the past few years and I enjoyed her company this year as well. We both hope that she will inherit that property so that we can be cozy neighbors.
Years ago I found a clearing in the woodsy portion of the land and planted perennial flowers there that favor shade. I built a bench and put some garden gargoyles there to “ward off the evil spirits” and make it a place where I can go to worship the divine as I wish to, naked of course. You may assume that I am always naked back there. There is no need for clothes when the weather is warm so I prefer to leave them well behind.
I often bring my Wiccan friends back there so we can hold our Sabbats and Full and New Moon Circles. I’ve had as many as thirty women and men back there to celebrate one Sabbat or another. It is a very sacred place for me so I use it only for real worship.
I have a far corner of my land that borders a fairly busy road. Years ago my dad built a tree house way up in one of the trees that overlooks that road. One Halloween (we call it Samhain – pronounced Sau-when) I painted my nude body with dark grey body paint from head to toe and all the nooks and crannies for a ritual my Wiccan friends wanted to perform in my sacred space. After the celebration and my friends went home or to parties, I went to my tree house, still naked, of course. Before climbing the rope ladder that my dad made, I stood next to the tree looking out onto the road, kind of daydreaming and thinking about the Sabbat we just celebrated.
Suddenly, a car whizzed past me and the headlights shone on me full on! Whoever was in that car saw a dark gray, naked female in the woods. I heard brakes screeching the car to a stop. Not being too slow witted or of foot, I scrambled up the ladder pulling it up behind me after getting to the relative safety of the platform. I cowered on the floor of the tree house watching through the cracks at the couple looking for the apparition they both saw moments ago. They finally gave up after not finding me. Whew, that was close and really unintended! But I still laugh about it and wonder if I have to courage to do that again, this time on purpose.
I will keep this going if you all want me to; just let me know. I love my home and my “backyard” and to me it really is a sacred space.
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