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Today
it’s my turn for some outdoor sexiness – in a literary sense, of course. Yes,
it’s August Alfresco and I’m here with an excerpt from my tale Penelope’s
Suitors, which is the third and final story in my collection Miranda’s Tempest. Details of how you can win a Kindle and £50 of ebooks from Total-e-Bound, or £50 of ebooks from Xcite, are below...
To set
the scene, my story is based on Homer’s The Odyssey and tells of Penelope’s 108
greedy, rowdy suitors and her 12 beloved handmaidens. In the original, her
husband Odysseus returns from his long wanderings after the Battle of Troy and
kills both the suitors and the maids. But in my version, Penelope is advised by
the goddess Athena on how to get rid of the suitors by administering a physical
test, and consequently save her handmaidens. However, one of the suitors is a
little more humble than the rest and in this scene, before he undergoes the
test, he confesses how he has spied on Penelope and her women on the banks of a river:
‘And what did you see by the river?’ I asked.
‘Your maids started washing clothes while you
sat on the bank and plied your spindle and distaff. I headed into undergrowth,
thinking to come back to the path further downriver. But I stopped behind
shrubs of juniper and myrtle to watch a moment. Then...’ He paused and I
waited. I knew what Leontes had seen. It thrilled me to recall and it even
thrilled me to think that we had been secretly watched. To the outside world I
was a paragon of virtue and modesty, the long-suffering wife waiting obediently
for her husband’s return. And I had indeed waited. No man had shared my bed
since my husband’s departure to fight at Troy. But I was far from lonely. The
pleasures I shared with my womenfolk kept my spirits alive.
‘Continue, Leontes, I wish to hear you
describe what you saw.’
‘Yes, mistress. Your maids began to divest
themselves of their garments, casting them aside on the bank. As yet, you only
watched as they... as they caressed and kissed each other in the shallows. Then
they beckoned to you and came to you to remove your dress. You stood, holding
your arms out to the sides, while they undid the ties at your shoulders and the
sash at your waist. Your dress fell to the ground at your feet and you were
naked. My lady, I know I should not have continued to watch you, but I could
not bring myself to move. As I crouched on the dusty ground, my manhood rose
beneath my robe.’
‘Did you pleasure yourself while you spied on
us, Leontes? You know I ought to punish you for your audacity, but you have not
even begun the test yet.’
‘Yes, I stroked my cock until my seed spilled
on the earth. I saw your maids lay you down on the riverbank and pleasure you
with their hands and mouths. One licked at your sex, while others fondled and
nuzzled your breasts, your thighs, even your feet. Another caressed your hair,
combing out the tresses with her fingers. I had seen girls kissing before when
they thought no-one was looking – serving girls in my uncle’s kitchens. But
never had I seen such a glorious display of female pleasure. I marvelled at the
bliss on the faces of your maids as they gave themselves over to your joy. I
longed to show you such devotion myself. That is why I decided not to leave
your household. I hated the thought of you allowing one of the other suitors to
claim you, the thought of their vile, grasping hands kneading your smooth skin
and their sweating, turgid cocks pummelling where I saw your maids’ fingers so
deftly probe.’
My sex was moistening to hear his
description. I wondered when this encounter had occurred, when he had first
grovelled in the bushes to watch. My maids and I often visited the river on
warm days, knowing that path was seldom used. I felt so differently towards
this youth than my disdain of the other suitors. The thought of one of them
seeing me naked and aroused sent a cold shiver through my belly. But I felt a
strange affection for this humble young man and his furtive fascination with
our pageant.
‘And so you let yourself hope that I might
choose you?’ I said. ‘Why would I choose you when another 107 men vie for my
affections, men of greater physical strength than you, greater experience of
battle, greater skill with sword and bow?’
‘Because they would not win your affections.
Those men hoped to claim you as if you were another spoil of war. They wanted
your title and lands. I hold out the hope that I will be able to prove to you
my devotion and my eagerness to serve your pleasure. I long to kneel at your
mound like one of your handmaidens and mouth you to delicious climax.’
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