Erotcia Bible: Genesis Books 1and 2 (Creation and Adam and Eve)
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A word of warning: As the name implies, this is definitely erotica. If you’ve never read the Bible, don’t feel bad – I hadn’t either. I picked it up a few times when I was a kid. I was required to go to church until I was a teenager, and when given the choice, I politely told my parents I never wanted to go back. Judgement from too many hypocritical people has a penchant for doling out more of the same.
Reading the original bible is like reading a bad version of a horribly translated instruction manual for an alien printer. It’s not easy on the eyes. At all!
What I’ve chosen to do with the Erotcia Bible is a retelling. At times, it’s a very liberal retelling. At others, I stick pretty close to the original story… I just add my flavor to it.
And in some cases, I flip the script completely. For example, in the Erotcia Bible, God is a woman. And why the hell not, huh? I’ve heard enough rebuttals over my lifetime to fill a small Great Lake. I can change that in my story, and I’ll be darn tootin’ if I’m not going to do it.
There’s something else I need to say, and it is VERY important that you read this because I don’t want you getting to a part and then hitting the brakes, thinking WTF… Where the hell did that come from?
The year is now 2021. Bruce Jenner is no longer a man. Gays are in the U.S. military. Cross dressers are in politics, and women preside over some of the most successfully managed economies in the world (take note, men). So… the Erotcia Bible has a little something for everyone, and I mean EVERY one. Every color, every shape, every size, every sexual orientation.
I’ll use some codes at the beginning of each story to denote whether the sex is hetero (M/F), male on male (M/M), woman on woman (W/W), or group (G). That way, if a penis isn’t your thing, you won’t be cruising along, then next thing you know, your favorite character has a set of balls on their chin or vice versa.
Last, but not least, as I embarked on this journey, I felt a strong pull to respect the material I was working with. There’s a lot of good stuff in here that can be used to live a good life, and more importantly, to help others do the same. That’s the message in the Bible, and I’m keeping it in this version too: helping others, loving others, and fornicating A LOT along the way.
She lay in darkness complete and total darkness, tossing and turning in frustration and loneliness. She stretched her limbs, looking, searching, hoping for something, yet nothing surrounded her.
“Light,” she called.
Warmth from the illumination touched her soul. Tingling from the light’s touch made her smile from the inside out. As the intensity increased, it pained her, and she faced the darkness again.
Coolness ran over her body and caused a shiver. She called to the light once more.
God played with the light and the darkness until they both brought a smile to her face.
She pulled the light to her breasts. The tingling heat touched her deeper than her skin, and she called, “Light. Sweet, Light. What a beautiful color you are.”
She coddled and cuddled with the light until the darkness nuzzled against her bare back; then she gently pushed the light aside, off into the distance where its presence established itself by merely existing in the darkness.
God rolled into the darkness, letting the light warm her back while the darkness came.
The blackness blanketed her with solitude and quiet reflection in the absence of mind and duty.
The light flickered a lonely beacon in the corner, and God reached out to love it.
As she did, the darkness nuzzled further against her breast, creeping through her cleavage under the folds of her fleshy mounds.
“Darkness. Lovely, Darkness.”
“You needn’t worry. You prove your worth through your mere existence. You needn’t do a thing to prove that you are.”
She pulled the darkness under one arm and purred its name, “Dear Night.”
The light twinkled a pout in the corner, and God did the same, retrieving the light under her other breast as she purred its name, “Dear, Day.”
Day and Night shared a space on God’s chest, each reserved a half to occupy her attention and fill her with their loving gifts.
Night sat in silent servitude and lulled God into introspective thought.
Day stirred God’s creativity, her energy, warmth, and desire.
“Good morning,” she said as she looked to her left breast. Day shone bright with God’s love and affection. A kiss tamed Day’s brightness.
“Good evening,” said God, pulling Night tight against her bosom.
In the darkness, Night won out over the light of Day until God awoke and began working on her next day.
The love from her creations expanded from the center of God’s chest. The feeling cascaded down her body into her abdomen, rushing through every organ, permeating the nucleus of every cell, carrying the warm glow that rushed between her legs and flooded her womanly parts.
God fiddled with her feet. She rubbed them over and under one another as the glow flooded her labia and sent her spine arching and her hands rubbing over her belly with warm, wet feelings calling for her to attend to below.
Her fingers disappeared into her mouth, then she ran them through the light of her left breast, letting the warmth bathe them, cleanse them, ready them. She massaged the right breast and took the mysterious darkness down with her hand as she explored the curves and the soft suppleness of her skin and lost them in the water between her legs.
“Mmmm,” God moaned.
And she pa rted the water as she split her lips.
Her first two fingers probed the wetness. Each danced and dangled its way deep between the folds of her beauty. “Oh, heavens, me!” she cooed.
God’s fingers slid in and out in acknowledgement that this pleasure existed, and she could control it.
“Oh, heavens, yes!”
God pulled her left breast and leaned ever so gently forward to kiss Day for its warmth and tenderness. She licked the tip of Day as it hardened between her pinched fingertips. A flick of the tongue and she pulled in a lungful of air. She capped it off with a hiss, her fingers sliding over her mound. The heel of her palm exposed God’s knob, and she fiddled with it until she squirmed.
Then she let Day rest and explored Night with her motherly embrace.
A wet and loving tongue slithered over her erect nipple.
“Oh, Night. Such a glorious, glorious Night.
“Day suckled me, tickled me, loved me with its warmth. Night. Dear Night, ravage me, tease me, lull me into your mysterious embrace.”
“Separate,” she whispered.
Her fingers dipped back between her lips before coursing back over her lower lips. Each rotation took her deeper, further, faster into a willing submission of Night’s control.
The backs of her calves caressed the backs of her thighs. Each touch of her skin sent a corresponding shiver up God’s spine and a quiver of a moan out from between her lips.
She clasped the bottoms of her feet together and let her legs fall.
Each stroke below her dark mound pushed her legs wider, lower, deeper, so they finally touched the firmness of the earth. The grounding pulled the electric sensations from the tip of her forehead, past the burning in her crotch, and stretched it down to her curling toes.
A twinkle of Day’s light called her attention, and she marveled at the colors Day escorted.
Above her, the blue sky flooded and soothed her eyes.
Below, cool grass tickled her lower back and buttocks and nipped at the tips of God’s earlobes.
Her fingers slid in.
Her fingers slid out.
Moisture dripped from her fingers and pooled in the crack of her bronze-colored rear.
Oxygen flooded her lungs, and a long, steady orgasm trembled her loins. “Ohhh, heavens!” she cried.
Streams of her heavenly juices spilled out of her folds and soaked the ground she claimed beneath her. The firm earth held her head steady as an ocean of pleasure spilled out between her legs.
God smiled at the surrounding beauty.
The ground swelled with bountiful plants, blossoming flowers, and luscious fruit ripe for picking, plucking, and sucking.
God marveled at the explosions of colors, smells, and tastes her pleasure begot, then meandered through the Day and into Night with a smile of contentment lifting the corners of her mouth toward the heavens.
“Come forth, Day. Bring your light to warm my beauties and me. Shower your light upon us. Tease us with your potential, dear Day.”
Day crept in and bathed everything in light. A wind followed on its heels and kissed the glistening dew with a blistering coldness that froze little crystal teardrops on the tips of all the greenery.
Goosebumps shivered down God’s arms and legs.
Both nipples stood as a cold wind wrapped itself around her long dark legs and howled through her glistening dark mound, sending whispers of agony from her constricted brown lips below.
The rest of her body stiffened, and she lifted her hands above her bare, voluptuous breasts.
God cried out through a trembling plea, “Dear Day. Be nice, please.”
Day loved God, and the bitterness sloughed away.
As the cold abated and the ground softened under God’s feet, the retreating harshness tickled her mood and hoisted her up on the balls of her feet as she jostled around the banks of the water she had created the day before.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Some disappeared into her dark black hair. Others trickled off her cheeks and onto the ripples of her collarbones, down her breasts, merging with the flood of brethren now slithering graceful curves across God’s stomach.
She ran her hand through her hair, down her neck, and over her belly, carrying the water with her between the crack in her thighs and back up her labia for another tingle.
God purred with her own touch and stopped at a comfortable-looking rock by the shore. She rubbed the surface flat before setting her buttocks into the seat. She placed her arms behind her and dipped her head back, dangling her thick, dark hair down her back.
Moisture ran down her face. It poured from beneath her armpits. She gasped for air in the stifling heat, then requested to Day, “Be nice, sweet Day.”
A peach in the tree next to her thudded to the ground. A steady breeze soon blew the leaves that had changed from green to a campfire orange to the ground.
Her toes curled into the grass and dirt below her feet as she swiped herself with a certain briskness, just enough to start and hold an appreciative breath for the cycle Day had taken her through. “Thank you, sweet Day. Good Day.
“Sweet Night, come home. Good Day, run along.”
And Day slipped off over the mountain tops, pulling Night’s sleepy countenance slowly behind.
God dove deep into her loving vagina. The flow of her essence glimmered on her fingers and coated the fleshy folds of her labia. She pulled the hair back and twirled the moisture and her loving touch over her beloved knob until she came, this time more ravenously and recklessly. A torrent of her essence flooded out into the ocean, stirring, rocking, and splashing for hours.
God was pleased.
When the seas calmed, she waded out into the sea to wash. As she hung her head over the water, the twinkle in her eyes reflected in the darkness above.
A drop of her own water fell from her chin into the water. A ripple danced over her reflection and sent the little sparkle rocking.
God grinned with joy as she added another twinkle to her eye and watched the reflection in the water. She plucked these glimmers out of the reflection in the water and tossed them over her head into the sky. God giggled and then found a patch of soft grass and a hill to support her fascination with these winking wonders she had added into Night’s sky with her fingers.
God worked throughout the night, filling the darkness with the winking lights.
When she grew weary of poking the universe into existence, God whispered to Night, “Rest, sweet Night. Return again when you’ve done so.”
And Night slid behind the curtain of blue as God stood admiring her creation in the light of Day.
God walked along the edge of the water; one foot slid through the silky softness of her ocean. The big toe on her other foot traced tiny V’s in the sand.
“Live and breathe!” she called to the ocean. “Swim with joy! Dive deep and chitter shallow! Fill them far and wide.”
A dolphin crested out of the ocean, touched his nose to its tail, and returned with a series of pips and squeaks.
God clapped her hands and danced on the shore. As she frolicked in the shallows, the squiggles in the sand caught her attention. She took a deep breath and blew across the sand.
The squiggles lifted into the sky, turning over and under before their erratic flipping and flopping morphed into rhythmic flapping, and all the eagles, hawks, robins, doves, pigeons, swallows, and finches flew through the sky, and when they grew tired, they settled in the trees, filling the branches with song.
God’s bosom swelled, and tears of happiness fell from her eyes, creating the lakes, rivers, and streams as she crossed the lands.
Upon reaching a cliff, she dove into the ocean and rejoiced as similar songs, clicks, and murmurs littered the waters. God’s aquatic animals swam over her, under her, and nibbled, kissed, and pecked on her fingers and toes in gratitude for the life she bestowed.
And as she commanded, Day grew weaker, and its fire subsided as Night woke up and stepped in to help usher in the next iteration of God’s plan.
In the twinkling darkness, the birds slept, yet God wished for more. She wished for the birds and fish to have more brothers and sisters and cousins to occupy the highest mountains, the lowest valleys, and deepest trenches. Life seeped into every nook and cranny that her creation could house.
As most of the birds slept, the mighty owl “Who Who Who’d” at the field mouse that scurried past its large yellow eyes.
Snakes slithered up the trees and tickled the bellies of the birds with their temptress tongues.
Jaguars and mountain lions scaled the trees after the sneaky snakes.
Sharks corralled the fish.
Whales swarmed the plankton.
Monkeys lounged in the swinging vines, and a lion lay lazily in the grass, admiring his shadow cast by the moon while the lioness took care of business.
Everything existed for everything else, and every bit grew and prospered.
God climbed out of the water and used the moss from the trees to dry.
Her feet dangled off a cliff, and she propped her heels against the rocky crevice. The tips of her toes skirted over the top of the water, creating waves that rolled into the sand and shushed her creatures with their arrival.
A glow within her warmed and touched everything around her. Day took notice and came bounding over the ocean.
Everything from the tiniest ant hill to the swarmiest school of anchovy beckoned for her attention, wanting to show off in front of her. God admired them all with the utmost discretion, attention, and love.
In the afternoon, God sat down and leaned into a Cypress tree next to a lake. She ran her hands through her hair and down her neck. Each nipple hardened in her hand as she cupped her fingers over her breasts.
God leaned her head back gently and sighed, part from tiredness, part from content, part from lust. Her own touch felt cold. She reached up to the sky. The sun kissed her hands, and she returned the fire to her pussy. The fire sizzled and died.
Frustrated, she ran her hands over her breasts again. She licked her lips, then ran her hands down the beautiful curves of her belly and out her legs.
Playfully, she danced her nails over her skin.
The fingers circled her knees… once, then twice.
She rolled her head around and focused on her touch as she pulled her hands up the inside of her thighs.
The dark patch of pubic hair ensnared her fingers. Each tug and twirl tangled and tickled her fingers closer to her swelling lower lips.
Her middle finger massaged her lips in anticipation of something more than what she had, something more to… someone… to surrender to. Of someone to do her and please her. Someone in her image.
In the middle of the lake, a fish jumped. The ripples reached out to God and pulled her into the water.
The glassy water reflected loving eyes and her longing cries to be filled.
God ran her fingers over the reflection of the hair dangling past her shoulders and pulled it under the ears.
Her index fingers sharpened the cheekbones, squared the jaw, and thinned the lips a smidge. She rounded out the shoulders, then sculpted the chest and abs. As she did, the moistness returned.
His hips slimmed. The thighs slimmed and bulged. And between his legs, she crafted a beast.
God needed filling. She needed stretching. She craved something long and thick; she could satisfy herself just fine. God needed pleasure with a dash of pain and punishment to send her off the rails. After tugging it a tad longer and fluffing it a bit wider, she rubbed her vagina in wanting as she finished his lower legs with her free hand.
A bubble lolloped to the surface. A hand exploded out, shattering the reflection.
She reached into the lake and pulled out her creation.
He stepped out gently with a gasp, clasping his hands around God’s neck as she pulled him to her breasts and patted the water from his heaving lungs.
Man cupped God’s breast and pulled her nipple to his mouth, which he teased lovingly with the tip of his tongue. He drew widening circles around her areola, his mouth opening ever so slightly on each rotation before he opened wide enough to engulf her nipple and a large part of her tit in his mouth.
Man suckled and fed as God filled him with her milk. With each pull from her breast, Man’s muscles tightened, and his member swelled until his hardened cock banged between her legs and knocked on the glistening wet gates of her throbbing lips.
God put her fingers under his chin and lifted his mouth to hers. Her milk dripped from his tongue and the corners of his mouth as he cupped the back of her head and pulled her face into his.
With each swipe of their tongues, passion fueled their kisses, and an exponentially increasing amount of lust filled the hole between her legs. God stumbled backward until they reached a slope.
Man put her down with one hand around her waist and the other on the gentle incline of the plush green hill.
God spread her legs, and she pulled him down into her. He knelt and slid in gracefully. God gasped as he stretched her further than she expected. She bit his neck, then dug her heels into the curves in his hips, pushing him deeper and deeper inside.
Man slid one hand under the small of God’s lower back. He pulled her close and set her back down with each wave, with each push, with each pull of his mighty cock inside her quivering pussy.
God moaned, and the world rejoiced.
The birds sang. Lions roared. Elephants trumpeted. Bugs chirped along.
“This is yours,” whispered God. “It’s all yours. To care for, love, appreciate, and respect. Even I am yours. This is your taste, so you know what to look for.”
Man looked deep into God’s eyes and smiled. “You’re mine.”
“And I’m yours.”
God bucked her hips into his pelvis. She wrapped her legs around his back and clamped his pelvis onto hers.
Man jammed inside her, rubbed against her, and finally spasmed inside of her.
God clawed his back as she came with him, then she pulled Man into her as his body relaxed. “You’ve had me once. You may have me forever more if you can remember how to love me.”
“But how would I forget?”
Her fingertips brushed his eyes closed.
Man curled into her arms, babbling and twitching.
God set Man under the tree. She whispered to the animals to watch over him and disappeared into Night.
While the stars twinkled above and the planets kept good company, the earth beneath God’s bare bottom comforted her, blessed her, and revered her with all the tricks and trades associated with the species she paid her attention to. God lay back against a tree and cradled her bosom as she stared out over the plains at all she had created from the love in her arms.
“Not a bad start,” she sighed. And after six days and six nights, God rested from all her creative endeavors.
Adam and Eve
God watched Man fumble around in the paradise she had created amongst the birds and bees and flowers.
Man mucked around creation, tasting this, touching that. Every so often, God reached down with an invisible hand and pushed Man along as he reached an animal he might not agree with or a food his stomach might regard in a similar way.
But on the whole, God watched Man slowly become fidgety, bored, and generally unhappy with his station in the grand scheme of her project. Peacocks used their feathers to tease their mates with play. The tigers had their roars. The rhinos had their impressive horns to display. Even the smallest beetle had a whisker to stroke or a song to share.
Man had God, but she played the coy voyeur and kept her distance, as he did the same.
So God created a garden in Eden in the East.
All the beautiful trees, plants, fruits, and flowers Man needed to live a bountiful and abundant life, God put into the garden. She also placed the Tree of Life in the middle and the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil as well.
One evening, while Man slept, God carried him and set him in the garden of Eden.
The next morning, when he awoke, God lay beside Man. Her caramel skin shimmered in the light of the morning. Drops of dew sparkled in her pubic hair.
God took Man’s hand and rested it upon her breast. The love for her creation rushed through Man’s palm and into his body. The bright white light cleansed his anger, his sadness, his general dismay, and his cock hardened immediately.
Man pulled God against him. He kissed her, loved her, and doted on her – on her face, her neck, and down her shoulders. He licked and lapped on her chest and down her belly. He shifted his body and put his head over her belly and his legs near her head.
God saw the veins of his penis straining against the skin and the flesh that had filled her before. She pulled one leg over her head and guided his meat to her lips. With the other hand, God traced Man’s spine with gentle pressure until she reached the bottom of his neck, where she slowly guided his head between her legs.
Of all the fruits, berries, melons, and flowers Man had tasted since the day she pulled him from the lake, God’s essence proved to be the sweetest, juiciest, the most satisfying thing to enter between Man’s lips since he’d suckled against God’s breast that very same day. A tingle of remembrance flickered in his skull.
God had just enough control over Man’s teasing her clit to wash the memory away. A satisfying moan crawled out of her mouth as soon as she did.
Man echoed the same as God’s lips hugged his firm cock in and out of her wet mouth.
I see what you’ve been missing, thought God.
Man picked up his thrusting, but she placed a firm hand on the base of his cock and kept him under control.
God slowed him when he wanted to go faster. She sped him up when he wanted to slow down. She primed him and milked him for a monumental orgasm, one she wanted deep between her legs.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a sucking pop at the tip and moaned her question to him down between her legs. “How do you feel, my Man?”
Man lifted his face from her folds. “I feel whole. I need you.”
“I realize my mistake. I’m here to make it all better,” said God as she took his cock between her lips again.
Man seethed, then danced his flicking tongue back over God’s clitoris, alternating long lapping licks between her shaking lips and legs.
“I need to…” whispered Man.
“You need more!” said God as she pulled him out of her mouth and nipped the crown with her teeth. “And you’ll save every drop until I tell you otherwise.” And she took him deep again.
“My God!” Man roared, then attacked her voluptuous folds with increased vigor.
God pushed him and pulled him between her lips: full long strokes, all the way in until Man’s pubic bone bumped up against her teeth. Then, all the way out, until she had to tug him back down and tease his re-entry with her salacious tongue.
“Please,” begged Man.
“Lick me,” commanded God. “Lick it faster.”
And Man obeyed.
As he did, God panted over his cock. Hot, steamy breaths coated the lower part of his shaft and balls. She pushed his head right onto her clit and forced his servitude. Her legs began shaking. She lifted her feet from the ground and shook them in the air as she washed Man’s face with her golden juices.
A mighty river flowed out of God’s legs, out of Eden, to water the garden and divide into four more rivers: the Pishon, the Gihon, the Hiddekel, and the Euphrates.
Man licked at the shower spraying from God’s pussy. He gathered as much as he could, satisfying his thirst, his hunger, and sending his desire through the clouds.
God sensed the strength in his devotion. She pushed him out of her and pushed his leg from over her head. “Give me your gift, Man!” commanded God.
Man shimmied around. He placed his hands on the back of God’s thighs, and he plunged deep inside of her.
God moaned. She tossed her head from side to side. A cascade of black hair shimmered against the tree and whipped across the ground. The birds in the tree took flight and sung to the wild couple christening the grounds beneath their home.
With each manly pump, their skin smacked, whapped, and slapped together.
God held on to Man’s hips with her cramped feet. She jerked his waist back and forth with her hands and greeted each splat with a howling scream. “Fuck me! Fill me! Give it to me!” yelled God.
Man filled his hand with her hair and pulled her head to the side.
“Yes!” yelled God.
Then Man’s voice joined the chorus of birds and God’s demands with his own release. “My God!” And his cock spasmed as he coated her insides with his life force.
God pulled him down. They locked lips and sighed into one another.
After a short nap, God took his hand and guided him around the garden. As they walked, God doted on him and called for him to name each of the plants.
When they reached the center of the garden, she pointed to the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil and said, “You may eat from any of the trees except this one. Eat from this one, and you will die. Do not eat from this tree, my beloved Man, for I love you so and would hate to lose you.”
Man nodded in agreement, and they continued on their stroll.
One by one, they passed the animals. One by one, Man named them all: the chimpanzees, the cougars, the geckos, the cows, the horses, all the way down to the squinchy little inchworm.
God smiled, frowned, and giggled as Man named each. “A Wobbegong?” she shrugged.
Man took God to the edge of the pond.
As he pointed to the bluegills, the trout, and catfish, God pointed to herself. “You are Man. Who am I?”
“Wuh… You’re wuh, wow. You’re… so beautiful. So elegant. So wonderfully fine. I’m Man,” he said, pointing at his reflection. “You’re wuh… Woman.”
“I am Woman,” she nodded, “from this day forth. And I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” said Man as he scooped her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
That evening, as Man slept, God snuck deep into the garden and gave birth to Woman. God suckled Woman against her breast. With each gulp, the baby grew until the two walked hand in hand through the dense jungle.
God plucked a mangosteen from a tree and fed Woman, then she explained, “He’s Man. He’s yours. And you’re his. Together, you’re here to find me.”
“But you’re here,” said Woman.
“Yes, I’m always here, but you need to feel me.”
Woman squeezed God’s hand. “I feel you now.”
God looked deep into her eyes. She kissed Woman on the forehead and whispered in her ear. “Remember that feeling, Woman.”
Woman’s eyes gently closed, and she leaned into God’s embrace.
God carried her the rest of the way and set her beside the tree next to Man.
The next morning, Man and Woman awoke together as they should.
God watched as they mimicked the birds above their heads, and she knew Woman was the perfect companion.
The two played and poked one another in the soft grass under the tree until arousal seized them both.
Man climbed on top of Woman and split her legs with his own.
“My Man! My Man!” she moaned.
“Yes, I am!” he said as he entered her. “I am yours! You are mine! Together we are one!”
Man flipped her over and took her from behind like the animals he had seen in the forest. Woman enjoyed the activity much more than the animals in the forest Man had seen before. And Man received as much from watching his Woman pleased.
Woman lusted over his pounding as he took her and ravished her. She snarled and gnashed at him with her teeth at each sting of his palm against her shapely buttocks.
Man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back as he rode her like the horse he had seen in his dream.
Woman grunted and groaned, moaned and screamed before leaning forward and rolling over. She pulled him forward and immediately pushed him on his rear.
Woman hopped on Man like a rabbit, squatting her aching pussy over his cock. She handled him quickly with a quick thrust of his cock head inside her.
Then she plopped her weight over the top of him and rubbed her dripping sex over the top of his pubic mound.
Man bucked her up and down.
The ground below them thumped. A little puff of dandelion seeds took to the air near Man’s feet as he jostled his legs for the best position to thrust his rigid rod deep inside of his Woman.
Woman growled, screamed, and fell on top of Man, purring as she climaxed, his seed exploding inside of her as she laid her head on his chest. The pumps his scrotum sent micro-spasmed through her and caused her head to buzz.
Man rested his chin on Woman’s scalp. He ran his nose through her hair and inhaled her sweet smell.
Woman’s stomach rumbled.
Man cradled her in his arms and kissed her gently on the cheek, then on the lips. Their lips stuck for a second longer than either had intended. As they pulled their faces apart, the love blossomed before their very eyes.
Man helped Woman into the tree. As she stood looking down on him, Man pointed around.
“This is our garden, our home. These are plants and animals. I’m yours. You’re mine. I’ll take care of you, and you’ll take care of me. All is as it should be.” Man smiled with complete adoration at Woman, then turned and walked naked through the garden. He plucked a large leaf from a tree and put it underneath his arm as he gathered fruit for his smitten companion, all the while thanking God for the bountiful harvest under his arms and the love waiting for him in the tree.
Woman watched her Man bounding up back toward the tree, his beautiful penis flopping against his legs, the fruit tight against his beautifully sculpted abs, and she thanked God for such a divine birth into the arms of paradise.
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