Dabbling in Water – Prologue

Author’s Notes – I never intended this story to have intercourse in it. However, it just so happened that a friend of mine delves into this site often and convinced me to try my hand at writing. Knowing full-well the catastrophe this may well cause, I give to you a re-edited (parody, if you will) version of my up-and-coming novel “Dabbling in Water”. I will not post it all, only certain bits for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy as this is my first ‘erotic’ novel. If you feel that I cheated 30 minutes of your life away from you, please deign to tell me how I so wasted your time in the comments section. Oh and one other thing, if you would like me to write in a different genre, let me know. However, these recommendations should not include children, incest or farm animals. This is only the prologue. It’s just setting the scene for things to come. Have fun.


Prologue


The creaking window sill did little to disguise the noises that erupted, like a flowing river of sound, from the room within. Gasps and groans could be heard from within. A male voice grunted as he released himself inside of his lover. Then, the woman followed suit with a gasp and moan of her own, also finding the heavenly release of orgasm. The night air was silent. The lovers lay in quiet contentment with their achieved feat. “Tarrin, my love, when must you return?” the female lover asked quietly, her voice, though calm, was laced with melancholy.

“Love, were I able to stay with you forever, until the end of time, I would. But you and I both know that my obligations to the Master are undeniable. You yourself served under his grace.” Tarrin said softly.

“You are a man torn, dear heart. What of our son, my love? Could you not plead release from the Master’s service to stay with your own son, even if it were for but a short time?” the woman pleaded desperately. Tears rolled down her pale skin. Her soft features reflected the moonlight. Her straw-blonde hair cascaded softly down her face. Her skin was like a shimmering pearl, unbroken in its beauty and yet so kind in its colour. A small pendant hung about her neck. It glowed dully in the night, illuminating her cleavage perfectly. Her breasts were modest but were firm and perfectly shaped. Her young, firm curves were a sight to behold.

“Cilia, my adulation for you is unexpendable. However, I cannot abandon the Master. For all he has given us, we must repay him.” Tarrin said this sadly, his voice catching on his words slightly.