1. The Passion of Agnes Part 5


    Date: 11/23/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Audrey_X, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    despite the coolness of the season the room was rather stuffy. One of the fanners stood very close to me. She shifted her weight from time to time causing her ample buttocks to shift as well. Why did my heart beat so as I watched? There was, simply, so much flesh. I imagined myself in this scenario, my body naked and pressed and coiled in depraved concupiscence with these women, who obviously were enjoying the choicest pleasures. I particularly envied the one on bottom who was receiving the twofold pleasure of licking and having her own quim rubbed by that of the enchanting redhead, who glided in a hot rhythm over her. Even now when I think of it…” Here she trailed off and gulped down some wine, her face red; her stare became fixed as she concentrated on some indefinite point in space and I could see her thoughts gather themselves before she went on. When she did her tone was harsher. I never knew this was allowed although I suppose in fact that it is not. But upon further thought who has disallowed it and why? The idea that the Almighty Fount of Creation would be interested at all, let alone so adamantly opposed, seems a bit ridiculous, don’t you agree Agnes? Should He not have better things on His Mind? I once stood at the crest of a high cliff and looked down at the dots on the beach below, which I knew were humans like me, scurrying like ants, all so self-important, all so sure that Creation Itself should be intimately invested in them and all their personal opinions and ...
    proclivities. How much loftier still must be the perspective of the Almighty, if It exists. You see thoughts like these which occur to me naturally and often, they must occur to others as well, a person can’t help but think them, yet we are taught to hold it against ourselves, as if we are broken and worthless in comparison to this chimerical Father of hot air that the priests have made up. As if thinking and feeling are proof of guilt, proof we must submit to an Absolute Judge Who is, of course, interpreted for us. Planting this shame into a young soul and nurturing it is the surest means of control: a cunning sort of slavery don’t you agree Agnes? I mean, what chance do we have? Hell was invented because mankind, in subtle and refined cruelty, wants it to exist. I would never have dared avow any form of free thought when I lived a peaceful life in my village or even as I walked that lonely road away from my past, into the frightening vastness of the unknown. Yet now my mind feels like a bird whose cage has been left ajar. It hops onto the rim of that little gate and stares up at the sky, the blue immensity that lives in its very blood, of which it has done nothing but dream as it sang its lonely song to dull human ears. Soon, even though it perish that very day, it will have spread its wings and known the joy of living its own tiny precious life in freedom. But I digress. The emotions I felt as I watched the orgy so worried and confused me that I longed to excuse myself to ...
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