The Testament of Tracy
My name is Tracy Swift. I am the girl in Zebulon, North Carolina, the happy girl Alexander pumped in the ass on his first visit to North Carolina. At the time, Billy Nordquist was looking to join the Sacred Followers Lodge in Zebulon. Tina and Susie were both initiated Followers before Billy and I came into the Lodge. Susie told me she sucked Billy for a long, long time that first time Billy joined the Rituals. That sucking was going on while Alexander was inside me. I could not help myself. I had fallen in love with Alexander within one week, and I needed to have him in my booty. Pumping me from behind, as I lay across the High Altar. Other forms of sex were not good enough for me, with this beautiful, tender, elderly gentlemen, and his wacky sex cult!
During my second or third meeting of our Lodge, I remember Bill had a wonderful time eating both Tina and Susie, while Kim sucked Billy’s lovely, long cock. He came in Kim’s mouth, and she swallowed his semen, with a big smile on her face. I love Kim’s dimples, when she smiles. I had more orgasms in that one week with Alexander, than I had experienced in the previous four years. Now, at 26 years old I am grateful for every single moment I spent with Alexander, and every single moment I spend with the Brothers and Sisters of my Lodge. The six Lodge members have become my second family.
It is important for people to understand, I love my own family, my birth brothers and sisters, my parents and grand-parents, and my aunts, uncles and twelve cousins! I love my husband, and my five-year old little boy, Benjamin. I have a normal family life, with picnics and potty-training, with dogs and cats, and cars which work and cars which do not work. I have that normal life, and normal sex with my husband, and I have my spiritual sex life and my extended sexual family in the Lodge of the Followers of Saint Alexander.
My husband knows all about my participation in the Lodge, and has no interest in joining. It is all too sexual and, in his words “creepy and pagan” for him. I am very lucky he is OK with me being a Follower, and he gives me no grief over it in anyway. I know he prefers I would not have sex with other men. And I think he gets a thrill from the thought of me having sex with other women. He has met Susie and Tina, and I think he would love to fuck them, if he only allowed himself to do so. His own Christian Baptist upbringing gets in the way, and holds him back. The things we do in our Lodge are far outside the imaginations of the good Christians in his church, and in most churches in North Carolina.
Being fully aware of the moral stance of my neighbors, and the moral stance of my husband, I keep most of the details of my religion to myself. I am nothing like the LGBTQs, wanting to put on colorful parades, and get everyone’s attention. I do not need other people’s approval. I live my life the way I wish to live my life, and I have no need to make a big deal about it. I have no need to convince my “moral” neighbors of anything at all. They have their religion. And I have a completely different religion.
To each his own. As I said, I am grateful my husband accepts my choices, and never attempts to shut me down. Truthfully, he could never shut me down. I would divorce him with no regrets if he ever tried to shut me down, or demanded I change my form of worship. Of course, we do not talk about my Lodge at family barbeques, and never mention swallowing sacred semen when we are at the Country Club playing golf. We use simple common sense, and discretion in what we share with our friends and neighbors. Our family and friends know I attend some witchcraft or occult social club, and since most of them love the Harry Potter stories, they are entirely OK with me dabbling in witchcraft. There is a long tradition of witchcraft in the Carolinas, across New England and the Southern States. If we behaved like LGBTQs, newly out of the closet, and demanding the whole world get on-board with their sexuality, we would bring holy wrath and eternal damnation, the wages of sin, blasphemy and all the other fundamentalist Christian prompted nonsense crashing down into our front yard.
We have the good sense to avoid all that, simply by keeping our mouths shut, and going about our daily lives, just as other people go about their daily lives. I do not need to know what my neighbors do in their bedrooms, and they do not need to know what I do in my Sacred Lodge, with the Sacred Followers of Saint Alexander.
Our Sacred Lodge is located near the Walmart Supercenter. We are conveniently located, so I often go grocery shopping on the way home, after I have had delicious bursts of sacred semen on my face and in my mouth. After I have had one boy in my mouth, and one boy in my vagina, and Susie or Tina have eaten my pussy. After multiple orgasms, I am in a good mood, and ready to go home. Ready to make a good meal for my family. Ready to read bedtime stories to my boy, and soak in
the hot tub with my husband. On the days I visit Lodge, my husband knows I will be home by 6pm, and cooking him one of his favorite meals. He often gets the table ready and prepares salad and dessert. In this way, my Lodge days are special days for my family. Both my husband and my son look forward to those evenings. And I am tired by 10pm. I sleep well and sleep peacefully.
Also, it is important for people to understand, I love my husband very much. And he receives all the sexual pleasure he expects and deserves. My sexual pleasure at Lodge does not diminish by joy with my own husband in my own house. I have as much enthusiasm for him as I do for my Sacred Brothers and Sisters. He knows this. Even while the Sacred Followers of Saint Alexander remain far outside his imagination, he is certain my love for him is permanent and joyful. He is not being replaced by any of the other people in my life, and his importance in my life is not diminished in any way by my religion, nor by my sexual relationships with other people.
It takes a grown-up to understand and accept the kind of life I live. Previous ideas about sexual fidelity and romantic jealousy become as obsolete as rotary dial telephones and VHS home video cassettes. Some things serve no purpose, when new ideas or better ideas come along. The same is true of social and sexual behaviors. Fidelity and romantic jealousy serve no useful purpose in my life, and no essential purpose in my husband’s life. He still holds to some youthful fantasies about me being his one and only sexual partner, but he is a grown-up about it, and will probably drop those longings after awhile.
I do not criticize people who are happy with the older ways, happy with sexual fidelity, or have some innate need for monogamy. Monogamy works very well for some people. I am not one of those people. And I have specific reasons why that way of life is not possible, and not desirable for me. I do not say my way of life is for everyone. I know I am way off the scale of acceptable behavior in the minds of tens of thousands of people. I do not require them to sign-up for my way of life. And I have no reason to sign-up for their way of life. My way of life suits me, and allows me to be fully satisfied in all aspects of my existence. I enjoy my body, my mind, my spiritual experiences, in addition to the usual satisfactions of family life, and stable relations with family, friends and neighbors.
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So call us a sex cult… Invented by Roscoe Forthright, and perpetuated by Alexander Thorrson and his three thousand followers.
We are not set up like many past cults, that is, for the purpose of making money and putting a few people in charge of the lives of the followers. We do not do that here. We have no reason to do that here. Because we have no need for money, we have no need to con people, and no need to seduce people into some ridiculous form of slavery for the sake of the vanity and ego of our leaders. Those things have been standard procedure in many cults, and given cults a bad
name.
Truthfully, some of our biggest cults, and most widely accepted cults con more people out of more money than any religious or sex cult. We call our widely accepted cults, the Democratic and the Republican Parties in the United States of America. They act like cults, pushing specific agendas, and gathering hundreds of millions of dollars, and tens of thousands of faithful followers. Our huge political cults, cause more trouble in the lives of more people than any little half-ass sex cult could ever do.
The laws often have little to do with improving our civilization, and nothing at all to do with improving the daily lives of hundreds of millions of citizens. The cult leaders decide what they want to do, and push that agenda on hundreds of millions of people. Usually, this is about making money for a small group of people, at the expense of hundreds of millions of people.
I am aware, many people do not consider the Democratic and Republican Parties national political cults. But they sure look that way to me. As with my sexual religious preferences, I am not telling other people what to think or what to do, nor saying the wonderful political cult they belong to is a
huge fraud. Many people enjoy being part of those huge political cults. It makes them feel they have some control over their lives, and some influence on what State and Federal governments do, and do not do. To each their own.
During my lifetime, during my short 26 years, it seems to me, most State and Federal governments, in the U.S. and elsewhere around the world, do exactly what the cult leaders want to do. With or without the approval of their citizens. Leaders appear to respond, only when thousands of citizens show up in the streets protesting for this or that cause. Why are leaders so oblivious and unconcerned about public opinion, until public anger becomes a crisis, with thousands of citizens marching in the streets? Some nations simply do not care at all, as in China, as in Canada. As in Canada, with thousands of honest, hard-working truckers. As in Hong Kong, where the street protest leaders are put in jail. Or financially destroyed. Our own leaders in the U.S., Canada and some countries in Europe are slightly more subtle in their suppression of dissent. Our cult leaders use tools of mass propaganda, leading many young people to believe protesting in the streets, or protesting at all, is a waste of time. The propaganda creates obedient, submissive economic slaves, tens of millions of economic slaves under the age of 30.
I need to say: That is not the kind of civilization I wish to live in. People who have trouble accepting cults like the Sacred Followers of Saint Alexander, should take a close look at their own political cults. And ask themselves, who exactly do they want in charge of the big decisions which effect millions of
lives. Are they willing to go along with the agendas of their own cult leaders?
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