A Woman's Duty
Historical Erotica
Short Story
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Description:
Mae is pleasantly surprised when Mac asks her father for her hand in
marriage, and even more so to find life with him is more than tolerable.
She's looking forward to her nightly duties as much as she's dreading
them. If she can get past Mac's lack of humor, she might just learn what
all the fuss is about.
A Woman's Duty is a Historical Erotic Short Story about the unexpected joys of marital bliss. Take a peek into the life of newly wedded Mae and Mac, and watch as she transitions from the last vestiges of childhood and into a woman with the gentle guidance of her husband.
A Woman's Duty is a Historical Erotic Short Story about the unexpected joys of marital bliss. Take a peek into the life of newly wedded Mae and Mac, and watch as she transitions from the last vestiges of childhood and into a woman with the gentle guidance of her husband.
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"I just read the most passionate, yet gentle, story I have ever read before." - Spook @Bat20351mb
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Excerpt:
I knelt down beside him, and tugged one corner of the sheet from him, wiping what was left of the puddle in small circles.
"I don't mind cleaning up my own messes, Mae."
His deep voice, even kinder and warmer that it had been thus far, sent a quiver running all through me. I hoped like Hell my voice wouldn't shake like that when I replied, he'd think something was wrong with me.
"I've got it now, Mac, you been working all day. And after gathering up them loose horses, I'd imagine the last thing you want to do is clean house." I glanced to his face, and he met my gaze.
His eyes softened, crinkling a bit at the corners as he turned his attention to my lips.
I tried to lighten the mood, maybe coax a smile out of this man, still almost a stranger to me. "Besides, it's my job."
His expression darkened until I thought for sure his head would explode. "I reckon it is, but is that really all you want out of life? To do your job?"
There it was again, that flash of anger he got any time I brought up my duty as his wife. My father had swore up and down Mac had asked for my hand, but you couldn’t tell it by his actions now.
He stood - the towel loose on his hips and dangerously close to falling open - towering above me. "If that's all you want to do - your job- I've got a more pressing task for you. And it might just put you in the right frame of mind for this 'job' of being a wife."
What I saw hanging earlier was nothing compared to the hard piece thrust against his towel. I had the strangest, nearly overwhelming urge to reach out and touch it. I raised my hand, but caught myself just in time. I turned back to wiping the already dry floor, but he wasn't gonna let me slide so easily.
"Leave it, Mae." His voice held a softer note, without a trace of anger or frustration but still firm, brooking no argument. "Come to bed."
"I don't mind cleaning up my own messes, Mae."
His deep voice, even kinder and warmer that it had been thus far, sent a quiver running all through me. I hoped like Hell my voice wouldn't shake like that when I replied, he'd think something was wrong with me.
"I've got it now, Mac, you been working all day. And after gathering up them loose horses, I'd imagine the last thing you want to do is clean house." I glanced to his face, and he met my gaze.
His eyes softened, crinkling a bit at the corners as he turned his attention to my lips.
I tried to lighten the mood, maybe coax a smile out of this man, still almost a stranger to me. "Besides, it's my job."
His expression darkened until I thought for sure his head would explode. "I reckon it is, but is that really all you want out of life? To do your job?"
There it was again, that flash of anger he got any time I brought up my duty as his wife. My father had swore up and down Mac had asked for my hand, but you couldn’t tell it by his actions now.
He stood - the towel loose on his hips and dangerously close to falling open - towering above me. "If that's all you want to do - your job- I've got a more pressing task for you. And it might just put you in the right frame of mind for this 'job' of being a wife."
What I saw hanging earlier was nothing compared to the hard piece thrust against his towel. I had the strangest, nearly overwhelming urge to reach out and touch it. I raised my hand, but caught myself just in time. I turned back to wiping the already dry floor, but he wasn't gonna let me slide so easily.
"Leave it, Mae." His voice held a softer note, without a trace of anger or frustration but still firm, brooking no argument. "Come to bed."
