"The Five Wives of the Insatiable Thomas Sutton"
I'd like to thank Kasten for taking the time to guest blog for me today. She is a talented writer, and I think you will all enjoy her entry.
You can find the Prologue here: http://lpate85.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-five-wives-of-insatiable-thomas.html
Sheila's "1st Wife" Entry is here: http://lpate85.blogspot.com/2012/12/sheila-first-wife.html
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Zhen Zhen "The 2nd Wife"
I like to
think I’m special. He always tells me I am when I sit on his lap and he strokes
my long raven hair. You see, he picked me. He said it was my eyes, he tells me
they were different from the others. I know he lies, and that is why I love
him.
He lays with me on Thursdays, but
that is all we do, he lies beside me and strokes my hair.
I ask him again, “How did you pick me out?”
He replies with the same answer, “You’re special, I knew it.
Your eyes tell a different story than the others, and when you are ready to
tell me that story, I will be here to listen.”
I had other sisters before these new sisters. My old sisters,
we all held the same expression in our slated eyes. These new sisters, no, they
hold almost too many expressions.
I ask him, “What story did you see in me?”
My head is on his lap as he replies stroking my hair, “A
story of sisters.”
I think about that.
Next Thursday comes and I lie on top of him with my hair
playfully on his face. He breathes in the smell of the jasmine oil I put in it
for him.
“What story about my sisters?”
He doesn’t move my hair from his face when he softly says my
name, “ZhenZhen,” warmth floods my cheeks, “How can I tell a story that is not
mine?”
I watch my sisters, maybe they have the story I need to tell.
I watch them on their nights with my love. I watch the things they do. I watch
the things he does to them. I watch the things they do to each other.
Thursday comes again and I am excited, I jump on him when he
enters my room and he catches me like a falling bird.
I smile, jump down from his arms and take him to the chair
and sit him down, “I have a story to tell you.”
I tell him what I’ve seen in my words. I tell him how the
candle light makes my sister’s breasts look soft as he kisses her neck. I tell
him how the noise of the whip carries through the house. I tell him which way
my sisters kiss each other to pleasure one another. I tell him everything.
Then I watch him.
I watch him as he unbuttons his shirt. I watch him as he
unzips his pants. I watch him as he takes off his boxers and sits back down in
the chair.
He holds himself in his hand, “Tell me again.”
Kasten, another beautiful sensual tale :)
ReplyDeleteThis story gets better and better. Fantastic point of view Kasten!
ReplyDeleteKasten...speechless, just speechless.
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