Little_Zora
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I wish to tell you about Phoebe. She is of good intellect and of the most beautiful countenance. There is grace in her every step, and a light in her eyes that rivals that of the moon. Many men have attempted to win her for themselves, to bend her to their will, but all have failed before her strong spirit. She rejects that women must submit to their husbands and to men and teaches that they should instead be equal, for the beauty and grace of the LORD is mirrored in all creatures equally.
The Christians call her a temptress, arrogant and false and though they know her to be a sister of Yeshua, they will have nothing to do with her. I believe that they recognise her wisdom and the power of her words and that they are afraid of her. I am indeed afraid that one day they might decide to put an end to her life, since she will not be silenced by their words alone.
Phoebe vowed that she will not be conquered and that no man shall ever be her master. And yet she entertains a stream of lovers, both men and women with whom she lays when lust overcomes her. Many of the Christians call her a sinner, but she says that the LORD has given her the ability to give and receive pleasure not in order to tempt her, but as a gift.
I want to believe that she is right.
***
Lily sat on the bed, her knees drawn to her chest, and tried to ignore the crescendo of lust drifting up to her room. It was not easy, and despite being by herself, she could feel her cheeks burning at this rather shameless display of ecstasy. Salwa’s moans were increasing in intensity –again – and became louder and more frequent, thus illustrating the thrusts of a male lover rather accurately, before ending in a high-pitched scream. With a groan, Lily pressed her face into a pillow, but she did not succeed in drowning out a renewed string of lustful pants. She would have never suspected Faisal, the shy scholar whose only pleasure was to talk about shards, to be such a ferocious lover.
It occurred to her that Will in the room across the hall would be party to the same sounds of pleasure. She found the thought strangely troubling. It could have been him in Faisal’s place right now, him giving Salwa pleasure like this, him and that annoying woman, Zoe Brigandeau. It could have been him, kissing, caressing…fucking these two beautiful women…Lily swallowed and pressed the edges of the pillow harder over her ears. Why did her stomach feel this way when she thought about William Silence being with other women? What was wrong with her? She whimpered, and silently cursed Zoe. The thief’s faint scent still seemed to linger in the air, reminding her of the taste of her soft lips, of her confusion earlier. Braun was definitely right about her. That woman was nothing but trouble.
And Will? Was he really the bold seducer that Braun had made him out to be? But what about tonight? Lily felt the butterflies rise in her stomach again. Will had lied to her and taken her for a naïve little fool. That was all. She would not let them laugh about her anymore. So he had turned Zoe down tonight. So what? It was all part of a game, was it not? Trying to forget about him, about his kiss, the way she had felt in his arms, Lily curled up on her bed and tried to find sleep.
The Christians call her a temptress, arrogant and false and though they know her to be a sister of Yeshua, they will have nothing to do with her. I believe that they recognise her wisdom and the power of her words and that they are afraid of her. I am indeed afraid that one day they might decide to put an end to her life, since she will not be silenced by their words alone.
Phoebe vowed that she will not be conquered and that no man shall ever be her master. And yet she entertains a stream of lovers, both men and women with whom she lays when lust overcomes her. Many of the Christians call her a sinner, but she says that the LORD has given her the ability to give and receive pleasure not in order to tempt her, but as a gift.
I want to believe that she is right.
***
Lily sat on the bed, her knees drawn to her chest, and tried to ignore the crescendo of lust drifting up to her room. It was not easy, and despite being by herself, she could feel her cheeks burning at this rather shameless display of ecstasy. Salwa’s moans were increasing in intensity –again – and became louder and more frequent, thus illustrating the thrusts of a male lover rather accurately, before ending in a high-pitched scream. With a groan, Lily pressed her face into a pillow, but she did not succeed in drowning out a renewed string of lustful pants. She would have never suspected Faisal, the shy scholar whose only pleasure was to talk about shards, to be such a ferocious lover.
It occurred to her that Will in the room across the hall would be party to the same sounds of pleasure. She found the thought strangely troubling. It could have been him in Faisal’s place right now, him giving Salwa pleasure like this, him and that annoying woman, Zoe Brigandeau. It could have been him, kissing, caressing…fucking these two beautiful women…Lily swallowed and pressed the edges of the pillow harder over her ears. Why did her stomach feel this way when she thought about William Silence being with other women? What was wrong with her? She whimpered, and silently cursed Zoe. The thief’s faint scent still seemed to linger in the air, reminding her of the taste of her soft lips, of her confusion earlier. Braun was definitely right about her. That woman was nothing but trouble.
And Will? Was he really the bold seducer that Braun had made him out to be? But what about tonight? Lily felt the butterflies rise in her stomach again. Will had lied to her and taken her for a naïve little fool. That was all. She would not let them laugh about her anymore. So he had turned Zoe down tonight. So what? It was all part of a game, was it not? Trying to forget about him, about his kiss, the way she had felt in his arms, Lily curled up on her bed and tried to find sleep.