Female Stories
                         The Timeless Love
***NOTE:Part 1 of this story can be read by all- part 2 is 18+ and clearly
marked so as it appears here.***

                              PART 1
                      London, England-  1601
     She came from the room as if gliding on a cloud all her own.
Spotting him, she joined him at the piano, sitting on his lap as he sat on
the bench. His thighs took the weight of her light form well, as if a
natural chair; his arms held her gently as she leaned a little against his
strong body; his head titled back so that he could look up at her
beautiful face.  "Is Jacob to bed now?" he asked in the most cautious of
whispers.
     She nodded. "Aye, he is, though it took a story and a song to do it.
I'll be glad when he's a little older and can read himself to sleep," she
answered just as carefully, as if controlling not only the words but the
way she was saying them.
     Suspiciously, "How's your cold, darling?"
     She shrugged. "I feel just awful."  Just as she said so, she felt a
sneeze building up inside her nose.  It was very tickly and strong and
caused her to search frantically about for handkerchief as it took
control. "ehh... " one began, her tiny nose inhaling so innocently but the
tickle and urge changing it to the strong sound of the final sneeze,
"TCHOO!"
     "Bless you," he told her at once. He gently felt her forehead with
the back of his palm and stroked her soft cheek with light fingers.
     She found her handkerchief and wiped her nose with it politely,
folding it into fourths when finished, and placing her hands again in her
lap.
     Her husband hugged her to him, her small body against his larger
one.  "To hear you sneeze I can't but help remember the morning I
proposed.  Do you remember?"
     She smiled, and told him she did.  Not wanting to ruin the moment
with the sneeze she felt starting in the back of her nose, she lifted the
handkerchief and held it under, pressing hard to keep back the tickling. 
"Aye, Nicholas. I do well remem... reme... ehh..."
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                       London, England- 1596
     They sat by the Thames, the water murky and muddy from the rain
the day before.  The grass of the bank was damp, and so they sat on his
coat, sewn with the richest of thread and fabric but now giving aid to
the richest of lovers, who had not yet pronounced their devotions.  The
air was filled with fog, though uncharacteristically light, engulfing the
two in privacy yet allowing them to see what was about them.
     They held each other's gloved hand, sitting in silence until he
acquired the bravery to speak.  Timidly, quietly, so unlike him, he
stated, "I have a question."
     She looked at him in waiting, her richly brown eyes filling his soul
with much warmth, the heart that she accepted his words with filling his
body with even more.  "I'm ready to answer, Nicholas."
     He rose, pulling her with him, then bent to one knee as he revealed
the small but exquisite ring in his other hand.  He was filled with warmth,
with love, and the cold air of the season made his breath turn to clouds
when he talked. "I love you more than life, my dearest.  I want to marry
you, to serve you, to devote my heart to you in the presence of all we
care about.  Please, Geneveive, will you marry me?"
     She leapt at the words as she heard and saw them, his face a rosy
red in nose and cheek from the cold, and excitement.  She so wanted to
answer with the yes she felt in her heart, but in a second she could feel
nothing but wonderful shock.  With the thought of the proposal wheeling
about in her head, she became dizzy.  In a moment she had fainted into
his arms, her small body heavy with unconsciousness.
     He let her down on the ground, on top of his coat, her skirts
spread, her arms resting at her side.  She looked as if she were asleep,
so peaceful and quiet, like an angel sent just for him.  Nicholas fished
around in his pocket for his snuff box, then taking a little out to place
under her nose.
     With her next breath he saw her nose twitch, and the breath after
he knew she was about to sneeze as her closed eyes squeezed shut
tightly, a look of helpless beauty spreading across her face.  She
breathed in one last time before out came a strong and loud "EH-TCHOO!"
her eyes flew open and she sat up, with the help of his hands at her
back.  "TCHOO!" she sneezed, shaking her head to try to clear it, but the
tickle remaining, stuck in her nose from the snuff she'd but lightly
inhaled.  "TCHOO! TCHOO!" she sneezed again, trying to suppress them in
front of him but completely unable to do so.  Her face crinkled before
each, and loosened as each came out, forcing its way out of her tiny nose
to make her give great sneezes that were far from lady-like.  "TCHOO!" 
One silent inhaling after another, building up inside of her to make her
sneeze each sounding perfect, round, and strong.  He took his
handkerchief from out his back pocket and handed it to her, just as she
sneezed again, so naturally beautiful, just as she was.  The sneezes
finished her off with a small one, her feeling it powerfully filling her
nose and coming out with not so much force and a more nasal quality as it
cleared her sinuses. "TCHMPTHH!" she sneezed into his handkerchief,
very thankful he had given it to her.  She blew her nose and sniffed
several times, finally clearing her throat to giggle in embarrassment. 
"Excuse me, Nicholas.  I'm so sorry."
     He shook his head.  "Not at all, not at all.  Even your sneezes are
beautiful, my darling. You fill me with such tremendous joy in whatever
you do."
     She giggled again.  "Even sneezing, Nicholas?"
     He grinned and squeezed her hand.  "Aye, even that, my darling. 
Will you let me hear your answer?  Will you marry me?"
     Without a moment's hesitation, she smiled the broadest and most
beautiful smile of her life.  "Of course I will, Nicholas.  I love you."
     In an embrace they were satisfied, bonded together in word for the
rest of their lives.
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                              PART 2
                   *****WARNING!!! 18+!!!!!!***
                      London, England-  1601
     It was a strong sneeze, though, unusual for the delicate woman,
and it was all she could do to keep herself from falling off his lap as it
came to make her lean forward, "TCCHOOO!"
     He held her tighter, then, feeling her frail body succumb to not
only the one sneeze but the series that followed.  His strong arms
wrapped around her body, his hands clamped on her arms.  He could
barely hear her silent intake as her beautiful eyes shut tightly, the
eyelashes long and luring.  Her mouth opened, tiny nostrils flared to
define the slender nose, and her cheeks reddened as the sneeze
inevitably came. "TCHOO!" and she went forward, head following through
on the sneeze and her body nearly doubling over at the power and force
rushing through her petite nose. "TCHHOO!" came the next, a little longer
but nonetheless powerful for it, and he held her up and to him. 
"TCHOO!" the third coming instantly after and he was again her saving
grace, her frail body growing weaker at each, helpless to prevent them,
to hold them back as she'd seen her husband do at times before.  Her
sneezes were as strong as his, full and loud, as they'd always been
before.  Normally they were not this bad, but with her body already
fatigued from the cold the sneezes were their usual strength when she
had not her own to combat them with.
     She sneezed a triple, quick and hard, handkerchief over her nose
and mouth so as to try to hide what she could not hold back.  "TCHOO!
TCHOO! TCHOO!" they built up strong inside of her, tickling the insides
of her nose like a tiny feather, sending tingles throughout and causing
the sneeze to build slowly but surely.  "Ehhh... ehhh..." she very rarely
made sound when she inhaled before a sneeze, but this one was too
strong for her not to.  Nicholas recognized the fact and tightened his
already solid grip on her.  Her head tilted back slightly and she was
about to let loose with a great one when she froze- the sneeze stuck in
her nose.  She waited, as did Nicholas, anticipating what they both new
must come.  Moments passed, then so did minutes, the feeling filling her
nose entirely with fierce tickles that refused to make her sneeze. Then
the urge became unbearable and she breathed in sharply, in an audible
gasp- then froze again with eyes shut so tightly the wrinkles at the
corners of her eyes showed as they did when she laughed, her nose so
ready that her nostrils flared to their ultimate size with the heart-
shaped holes now almost perfect circles, her mouth wide open to help let
out what her tiny nose alone could not.  Then it came, a rush of air, the
visibility of her cold, coming forth to force her in a way her husband
only intimately understood from their five years together.  The sneeze
came out in it's fullest, her husband's arms as powerfully loving against
her, helping her.  "EHH-TTCCHHHOO!"
     She sniffed miserably, her nose buried in her handkerchief, the
lace and embroidered flowers no beautiful comfort to what she felt.
     He kissed her cheek, and ran his hand under her blouse to undo
the ties of her corset.
     Her eyes shot daggers at him as she suffered with her runny nose,
but then she realized what he wanted so badly, and that she wanted the
same.  She giggled stuffily as he stood, lifting her in his arms and
carrying her to their bedroom, a door down from where their son
peacefully slept.
     There, Nicholas put his wife to bed, lying with her as only he had,
as only he could, and taking from her that which she had shared with
him for five years.  He took more pleasure than ever in the act that night,
warmed and hard at her perfectly beautiful, tiny body and red, sneezing
nose; she couldn't help but sneeze so loudly as he made himself part of
her, and he wanted he all the more for it.  Before they knew it, it was
built, the strong ties and intimacy they shared.  They loved and joined
to the fullest, wife sneezing helplessly, husband feeling each sneeze just
as much as she.  With another strong one, he reached his moment, and
they were both pleased beyond all they had ever before felt. The
resolution bled off with the two bare bodies hard against each other in
delight. And with another sneeze, the denouement, and sighs, the pure
bliss of the couple as they knew they had fulfilled each others needs to
the limit.  Sniffling and sneezing, she drifted off into sleep beside his
sleeping form, two tired lovers revelling in their thrilling play and
loving their married life. 
~tarotgal