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Click hereAnd we were quiet for a while, but I was thinking. Did the fact that women had to face up to the pain of childbirth mean that all women were essentially submissive, either by nature or by design, or maybe even masochistic? I didn't know, but it was certainly worth considering.
One thing I did know: Kitten was mine and I was Kitten's, and we were a family. And that made me the most blessed man in the whole effing world!
Oh, and, gentle reader, just in case you were wondering? We did live happily ever after.
We really did!
(the end)
*****
Thanks to my readers for the many stars they've given out for this series. It was a fun, fulfilling story to imagine and to put into words. Perhaps someday in the distant future, long after we're all gone, a student of literature will pore through the ancient archives of Literotica in search of some submissions that are worthy of remembering, and I would hope that something that I wrote would perhaps deserve even so much as a footnote in his or her learned paper.
Thanks go out to Shysub412, a grand Irish lass, so she is, for her expert help in tweaking the good Father Oreiley's voice. Once again, she has come to my rescue! I raise a glass of Bushmills as a toast to her and wish her inspiration for her own writing and, more to the point, happiness for now and for always. Only she knows how she was honored within the depths of this tale.
Recognition in memoriam to French photographer Jeanloup Sieff (1933 - 2000) for his elegant and inspirational nudes, especially "Derriere anglaise, Paris, 1969," and for his statement recast here by Father Orielly about the female form being proof of the existence of God.
Finally, but most importantly, all my affection goes out to you, Chef Lisa, my darling, adorable, womanly wife, for the continuing support you provide to me over my writing about my strange notions about the essence of love in its many forms. I want you and everybody who ever reads this to know that you are the world to me. I couldn't do it without you, Pooky, because you're my utmost inspiration!
Peace!
-Ham_Sandwich
- COMMENTS
Horseman68about 3 years agoA great story; one of those just as enjoyable if not more for rereading. Would hope for more works from this author, as it has been a while. Bravos.
wanderinggipsyabout 7 years agohey Mister HS, thanks for the reply:) God?!! oh no no no !! ;) i'd rather take it up with scientists....and they have achieved applaudable headways,which of course, are rarely used!! ;)
coz the men would rather push sell and sell pregnancies,submissiveness and masochism (as you mention at the end of your story ), to their women folk and prefer that they bear the yoke!! ;))
its the attempt to push sell these in your story that irks me!! let babies,submissiveness ,masochism be to each woman their own choice.....just as it is to men!! :) centuries of mental conditioning is real tough to conquer.....but why prevent at least a handful of these pretty doves from flying away from their suffocating cages?! thats where the push selling irks!! ;)) didnt want to incite world war...er..word war III !! ;) and the name of your series very nice!!i love lost kittens and saving them!! :))
ham_sandwichabout 7 years agoAuthor@wanderinggipsy: Seems my story struck a raw nerve in you. Actually, watching my wife give birth was one of the most frightening experiences of my entire life. There was not one single thing I could do to make it easier for her, and I would much rather have undergone the pain than have her do it, if I could have. But I couldn't. Not my fault, so take it up with God if you don't like the way life is structured.
wanderinggipsyabout 7 years agopooh!!what a justification at the end to market pregnancies and submissiveness to women!! as long as you yourselves are not going through all those shitloads, Mister HS, suits you all fine,doesnt it? ;)
