The Friar's Quest: A Renaissance Maiden
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A hard working friar toted his huge load of firewood through a pleasant trail in an elmwood forest to the parish seminary. He happened upon a beautiful garden of aspers, rosemary, dill, and sage cleverly planted in a natural clearing. The friar thanked the Lord with a genuflect as he cleverly picked a few herbs for dinning until he heard a lovely female voice come from behind, "prithee, give thanks to the Lord for me as well - this be my garden." The friar turned around to see the most intoxicatingly beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her pink chemise trimmed with white lace drooped perfectly to expose the delicate skin of her shoulders and upper torso as her bodice outlined her perfect, womanly figure. When he saw a coy smile and a playful glint in the maiden's eyes he immediately averted his as he made the sign of the cross. At that moment, the erotic yearnings he had learned to avoid on his road to priesthood returned full force. She saw the friar's shyness and approached him, "Good tidings to thee, strong brother." "And good tidings to thee,.. sister. Mine humble apologies for disturbing thine gracious abode..." "Mine cottage lies only yonder 'neath the thicket." As the young friar glanced in the direction of the fair maiden's pointing hand he allowed his eyes to rove, inch by sweet inch, back along her graceful hands... along the fair skin of her arm... to a smooth, shapely shoulder... upwards along her delicate chin... her luscious lips, only to be caught by her cat-like, mischievously beautiful eyes looking back at him. The friar yanked his eyes away and closed them shut for multiple signs of the cross and several "Hail Marys" to somehow vanquish the temptation in his mind. But the fair maiden had other things in her mind. "Such a holy a man thou art to bear such a heavy burden. Pray thee, lay down thine heavy load. Rest in my sanctuary with a cool drink." The strong, young friar had almost forgotten about the large thatch of twigs on his back. The new found manly stirrings burning within his loins made him impervious to any fatigue he might have had. Once again, her playful glint and coy smile beamed at the young friar as lively as the most inviting lure. Quite decidedly, he threw down the immense faggot behind him and confronted the fair maiden. "Woman, why dost thou entice me so? Canst thou not see I am a man of the cloth?..." The lovely maiden clasped her hands behind her and swayed ever so close to him as she spoke, "I crave thee as mine priest." "Really?.." "Oh yes, I have these... burdens of which I Must confess." She spoke in the breathiest manner with her lips near the friar's ear in a way which he could not help but feel the heat from her breath. That coupled with her deeply feminine voice, the call of the wild in the forest, her heavenly fragrance of roses and the herbs in her garden was most intoxicating to the strong, young friar; his consciousness swirled about in images and sensation of pandemonium with the sweet innocent maiden. The friar, who was about to lose the strength of his abstinence, mustered every bit of strength he could to stay strong to his religious convictions. "I be not sanctified to hear confessions yet, but,... I will hear of thine sins and help ye pray to The Lord for forgiveness. 'Tis the least of favors I returnest for plucking thine tasty dill." "Thank the Lord, thou art a God-Send." The maiden was somewhat girlish, yet very coquettish, as she took the friar's hand in both of hers, held it close to her bosom, and strolled with him towards her cottage to continue her seduction. "Bless me, father, for I have sinned. 'Tis been a full moon since mine last confession. I havest wicked thoughts of a man who deny's me..." "Pray thee, how long hast thou been possessed of this iniquity?" "Every time I see him, father. I wondered if he would ponder one of my ilk as his wife. Every fortnight for the past three seasons I have watched this strong, well-tempered man pass my window... carrying a heavy bundle upon on his back. I have watched him grow stronger and more rugged with time. I dream of how he would feel what I feel about him. I dream of how he would take me in his arms... how I would engulf his tender lips with mine... how he takes me completely to the ninth wave of pleasure..." A tense moment of silence followed as the young friar's heart pounded against his chest. His breathing became deep and heavy as the fair maiden's breathe followed rubbed-inally in kind. As their eyes beamed into each other's souls the air between them was charged hot with erotic energy. The friar took both maiden's hands in his, "I cannot absolve thee of the sin which I instigate... But I can pronounce us man and wife to make your dreams come true." "But what of thine priestly vows?" "I'm not a priest yet - and I vow to take you to the ninth wave of pleasure." "Oh yes, kind sir. Taste of my body. Taketh my spirit. Drink of my wine." He swept her off her feet into his arms and kicked open her cottage door, grabbed a tankard of ale in the vestibule, and threw her onto some quilted blankets. After one merry swig, he threw himself upon her and kissed her all over in a wild, passionate embrace. Then he... well, you know the rest. |
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