Warning: Adult themes. Nothing gratuitous but those opposed to sexual situations will want to avoid this story. It's not erotica; I felt the adult theme was necessary for this story. Thanks for heeding these words.
Yem
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The earth was but an egg that split open, oozing transgressions.
Superbia stood conceited, just a fig leaf covering her fertile region. Her son, Avaritia crouched, holding his mother's leg, hungrily eying her bare breasts. She pointed to the fissure where her husband, Luxuria struggled to extricate himself. Superbia reached for her husband, grabbing him by the hand and pulled. Luxuria pushed until he was free from the egg. Naked and unashamed, he stood with his shaft erect, awaiting its pleasure. Superbia, wore a smirk on the side of her mouth...she knew what her body did to men.
Superbia gave Avarita a bottle with a firm nipple and set him in front of the egg. He sucked voraciously, barely content. Taking Luxuria's hand, she lead him to a grove of bushes, where she bent forward and split her legs wide, awaiting his shaft.
As Luxuria plunged inside his woman, they moaned their pleasure which the wind carried afar. Immediately men upon the earth took women where they found them, filling them with their seed. The women in turn became prideful that they could produce in a man such cravings. In time their children were born; Rapacious creatures who each breastfed at their mother's teat until she was dry.
"Let us take Avaritia and wait the time," spoke Luxuria, as he lead from the bushes, Superbia who was already with swollen womb.
"We shall call him Ira," announced Superbia patting her rounding belly.
"He will avenge the wrongs done to man."
They approached the earth, slipping back into its open cavity and sealed it from behind. Soon Ira would be born and Luxuria still had to impregnate Superbia thrice more. Invidia, Gula and Accidia were yet to be created.
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More, "For Those Who Have Been Around for a Only a Couple of Years
and Therefore Have Not Read Everything" List.
Saw another milestone comment on this symbolic piece
and stopped in to read. The earth oozing trangressions...
the Yemish mind plunges deeply!
Re comments---so as to not start a turf war,
you get full credit for inspiring the "choices-layers"
concept, for on a run with posting and comments
pixie's glass slipper picked up my 10,000 comment.
didn't realize it till ready to sign off and saw 10,051!!!
More "If only" stuff this morn with a Coast Guard Unit
causing alarm!! And now it's CNN's fault! "If only"
anyone thought first---terror excercises on the Potomoc
right next to the bridge where Obama's motorcade was
passing returning from the Pentagon Memorial ceremonies.
In an area secured to traffic!! Scanner picking up
"Bang, bang, bang, bang" Coastguard to suspicious
boat transmission overheard by alert CNN.
By those standards your piece might portray
a Sunday afternoon in the park---by comparison!!
Reference to the seven deadly sins?
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One thing that makes me curious, how do you know about Yem's comments before you click on his pages?
I need to know the secret so I can find posts I haven't read before
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Since new stuff is sometimes stashed in a placeholder,
if I click on comments I can find whatever has been unearthed.
As a comment to "himself" he placed on nom!! As opposed to
clicking on all the placeholders awaiting a new gem to be
found there. Saves on eye time. And that's how my regulars
can tell if I am here or not, by clicking on my comments,
since I stay cloaked. Most everyone else posts new so it
shows on the "new by faves" list, but Yem's system doesn't
let a new piece pop up on faves. Saves my eyes, saves
clicks. Now if he hadn't invented those placeholders.....!!!!
Hope you are doing well1
M-C
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Ah yes, this is one of your best of that category. I believe you deleted it from Ima's page and then brought it back for a while to make it disappear once more.
See why it is good to re-read old stuffs, we get the title right.
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Old stuff doesn't make you sad? I know, we discussed that a time or two. I know it doesn't you, but it does me. It's always tinted with the failures of the past. It's even hard to read old stories when I want to edit them because they carry a sadness with them.
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Some old memories do make me sad, but still don't mind having them. The way my life took course, much of what I cherish come from old memories. Old photos, old songs, old movies, poems, etc. Failures show on many of them, true, but they remind me to to my best not to repeat them. The reminder doesn't always work and like a stupid horse, I step in the same shit more than once lol
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Must be the same shit I step into.
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Ha! I knew the Darwin theory was wrong...
This was a wonderful start to a story...when do you think you will finish it...
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