A Voodoo Queen,
By Erotica Writings
I want to tell you a story of a Voodoo Queen, she was a dark haired beauty that I had ever seen, smooth reddish complexion and her eyes gleamed. Long satin legs with the firmest thighs I had ever seen, mens head turned when she walked by. Women hated her for her beauty and I will tell you why. She could make a man grow old and forget the love he use to know. She’ll captivate you and at the same time decapitate you, She is most certainly one vixen not to be reckoned with.
Like a black cat she moves slowly with grace, she’ll lick your lips to see how you taste. Some called her a witch, but her name was that of Marie Laveau. She was way over a hundred when she died, yet she looked as lovely and beautiful as when she was twenty five. To this day admirers visit her grave leaving small tokens incase they meet along the way. This mysterious black woman in the 19th century was able to accomplish a most remarkable feat, she had white folk beckoning at her feet and drifted into the mens minds while they sleep.
She ruled New Orleans and it came to past that one day a prominent gentleman and father who was stricken with grief was sent to her door begging for her help and offered her his house on Rue Ste. The original site of New Orleans The infamous French Quarters. She went over the boys plight who was accused of murder, looking at the gentleman she smiled assuring him his son would soon be free, astonished the father left feeling relieved. Only had he known he gave his son’s destiny to the sorceress, Madam Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen.
That morning of the trial Marie visited a Catholic Church where she prayed holding three Guinea peppers and then departed, heading towards the courthouse where she persuaded a clerk with her magical ways to let her in the courtroom where she placed the three peppers under his seat. Or perhaps it really happened the other way as they say. She floated in through the window of his bedroom on an electrified cloud and seduced him first by dancing in slow movements with a large snake in the nude, seeing he was to petrified to move, She floated to his bed where she placed her lips on his and took that first kiss. Pleasuring him most of the night with her body and her sensual moans, touching her body in those very hot, wet zones. Once she has touched you in this way, you become hers, and for miles her followers chants could be heard.
What happens next is really not that perplexed. The end of the court session the son walked by his fathers side, and not once did the Judge look him in the eye. Marie claimed her house on Rue Street where women would come to her with their secrets they did confide. From their lips rolled their most intimate details of relations with their husbands, but they wanted to make sure their love would never die. Marie spent years in their husbands beds behind their backs, giving the men what their wives lacked. Marie gave birth to fifteen children and her daughter joined her mother into the dark side.
Mother and daughter held rituals deep in the Bayous woods,, complete with the worship of a snake called Zombi, and orgiastic dancing, drinking, and lovemaking. Almost a third of the worshipers were white, desirous of obtaining the "power" to regain a lost lover, to take a new lover, to eliminate a business partner, or to destroy an enemy. These frequent meetings frightened the white masters into fear the blacks were planning an uprising against them. In 1817 they passed a resolution forbidding blacks to gather for dancing or any other purpose except on Sundays, and only in places designated by the mayor. The accepted spot was Congo Square on North Rampart Street, now Blacks, most of them voodooists, met danced and sang overtly worshiping their gods while seemingly entertaining the whites with their African gibberish.
Marie decided it was time for only one queen and she would be it, the other voodoo queens crumbled at her feet and some met a violent defeat. Marie knew of the sensation that these rituals were causing out by the lake, and carried it one step further by inviting the public, press, even the police to her forbidden fun to attend. They came to her in droves paying admissions to watch the dance of sin. She became the most powerful woman of New Orleans arranging secret meetings for affairs of the heart for a certain price, Judges paid her thousands of dollars to win their election while others paid ten dollars for a potion to capture a love connection. While she serviced the blacks freely for to them she was their leader.
At the age of seventy Marie retired as queen and her daughter stepped in as the New Orleans Voodoo Queen. Her daughter became Marie Laveau the second, even began as a hair dresser just like her mother. Marie the second had less of a giving heart and ruled with instilling fear into her followers lives. Marie kept the “Maison Blanche" translated meaning the White house where white men would meet to have affairs of the flesh with the black women.
The day that Marie one died so did the fear of Marie two for the public connected the two women as one. In the cemetery there are two tombs for Marie Laveau and one is named the wishing well where lovers come bearing gifts of candles, oils or scents to insure their wish come true. And that concludes my tale of the famous Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau.
