The Passion of Agnes Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Passion of Agnes Part 2

... but my soul was turbulent with visions of her voluptuous form assailing me. Merely to sleep, merely to put an end to my torment, I would give in to my desire for her, touching myself as I imagined renewing our intimacies while letting my fancy roam free to conceive of new games we might invent together. She was my succubus. As my sex became wet and I smelt the fragrance of my desire, my memories of her gained in vividness. I would put my hand between my legs, rubbing, trying to feel as I felt when her sex slide against mine, when her mouth kissed me there. I would often bite down on a piece of cloth lest the intensity of my lubricity betray me. But my conscience was guilty. I always imagined they all knew and could read my sins on my face and so my eyes were perpetually downcast. Which of the sisters knew of the cause of my downfall apart from the Abbess who of course knew all, I could not tell at first. One night my worst fear and my fondest hope materialized into one miraculous phenomenon. I was in my cell, clutching my straw-stuffed pillow as was my wont, clenching my eyes to imagine better my one true love when I heard a voice, sweetly familiar but somehow hazy and even ethereal speak my name. "Agnes." My tallow candle flickered in the windless room. I started up, terrified. What was this sight before me? It was my Cordelia. I shouted her name, jumped up to embrace her but my arms closed around nothing but a pocket of chillingly cold air. I fell to the ground weeping. ...

... My heart broke then for good. I knew what this meant. "How? Why? Was it my husband?" She understood me although the question was drowned in sobs. "Yes. Your husbands cronies mocked our love, beat and abused me in ways I cannot describe. Unconscious, they tied me in a sack and threw me into the Seine. There I expired in torment. My last earthly thoughts were of you." Her pallid form wavered as if tormented by the memory. She spoke in the horrible rattle the dying make. Tears of blood ran down her face. It was still the face I loved. I kneeled before her, unable to bear this vision any longer. My tears wet the hard stones of my cell floor, my hands clenched together as if in beseechment. "I haunt the waters where I perished for eternity now. No matter how far my soul may travel, at the end of my path I find the same neck of the rushing Seine where life was torn from me. I have searched all of the cosmic realms for you my Agnes. It was your ardor and your love that showed me the path to take to you. I want to help you. I have something to reveal. Something that will show you the path to your destiny." This was the last I remembered. Those ghostly words echoed in my mind as I faded into unconsciousness. I must have fainted. I woke in the same pose of prostration with my fists clenched, face down on the hard cold floor. Although I slept soundly it was not an easy sleep. The cryptic words of my dead lover rang in my ears and disturbed my mind throughout. Yet somehow my body did not ...