The Passion of Agnes Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Passion of Agnes Part 1

... On a whim I jumped out of bed and dug in my satchel for a full wineskin. Cordelia did not take much convincing. We both dressed in light shifts. It was a warm night and we made our way hand in hand with only the bright light of the moon to guide us towards the sacred spring. We passed the skin between us and as we walked I revealed to her what had appeared to me in that sylvan glade. Cordelia's spirits abated somewhat, she became thoughtful. We approached the moonlit ripples of the healing waters and leaned against a great oak tree by its shore, letting the waters play over our bare feet as we drank. Not a soul was around. We were utterly alone yet we spoke in whispers and although it was not cold we sat close as if to warm each other. "I think it was St Agnes giving you a sign that she will heal the afflictions of your soul. You made a most unfortunate match my lady although it is true that you will never want for anything." " I? Want for nothing? What of love my Cordelia?" She smoothed my hair back and pressed close to me and I smelt her honey-wine breath.She stared straight into my eyes. Was it the wine and the heady sensations of the day that made my head swim so? "You will never want for love either sweet Agnes." She sealed these words by pressing her mouth to mine. It was the most beautiful sensation I had ever felt. I knew that this was the healing I had longed for. The Lords’ will is ineffable. She pulled away from me and disrobed. The moonlight caressed her naked ...

... form. Her breasts themselves like two full moons. Her small pink aureoles peaked with two firm buds. I admired the way her slender waist modulated into the fullness of her hips and behind. And her thighs, the color of fresh cream, of an intoxicating ripeness trailing into the delicacy of her calves. And her center, her sex, a triangle of thick blonde hair. My husbands crude tumescence amidst its black bushes had always repelled me. I took his sex like a nasty medicine. But her...there seemed almost nothing there compared with the sex of a man but oh what subtle mysteries I was to find to explore. I followed her lead, taking off my shift. I watched her eyes as they roamed over my naked figure appraisingly. I was brazen as a harlot. I showed myself to her. I wanted her to see me. My fall, my sin did not seem such to me and to the extent it did I gloried in it. We entered the water together and waded out to a little nook under a great willow. The water rippled between us as we clasped in a close embrace. Our arms around each other, our breasts pressed together. We snacked on each others lips as if discovering some rare delicacy, some sweet trifle brought from the faraway east on an exotic caravan. The water was no longer cold. Our hands explored the roundness of each others behinds as we pressed closer, our tongues lashing in one anothers mouths. Simply unable to get as close as we needed to be. I wanted to be one with her, to devour her or be devoured. Her hand went between my ...