Jezebel
1 Kings 16, 29-33
Please don’t leave me, beautiful, I’m begging. Your voice feels like knives digging in my pelvis.
You know I couldn’t care less about Elijah and the prophets. Let me kiss you between your beautiful, round thighs. Who knows where my husband is now, celebrating the Baal in some fucking orgy - you’re here with me, and that’s all that matters to me. Give me these minutes, by mine for this time. Be mine for a few minutes. Please don’t leave me. Give me your hands.
I know it’s not enough, it’s never enough. I keep wanting more of you. I know I can’t offer you a future like you deserve. He’ll never let us be together, and I don’t have a choice. You do.
The first evening they brought me over here, he sat in front of me on the bed in a robe, and asked about worshiping the Baal. He was so curious, and the more we spoke, the bulge in his crotch kept growing and growing, until we found ourselves sitting and talking about the fucking Baal with an iron-hard erection between us. He tore my mouth and throat that night.
But all I want is you, your sweet kisses on my mouth. Stay with me, stay with the woman who loves you…
All I want is to put my head on your breasts, feel a nipple on my cheek, carress your soft waste, feel your wetness with my finger, all I wanted was to fall asleep with a finger in your wet pussy, I understand why you would want to leave me, but I need you with me.
Before I knew you, I really did love the orgies, the rituals and the ecstasy. I could leave Ahab with two beauties that would tend to his cock all night, and I would walk among the guests, watching people fucking.
That all feels so empty now. It’s different with you, I know you feel the same. There’s nothing more beautiful in this world than you are when you’re cumming and pinching your nipples. Making you cum feels me with happiness, you give me meaning.
I know it isn’t enough for you, and maybe you don’t think I’m worth the pain, but for me, even if all I can afford is to have you as my dirty little secret, at least it means you’re a little bit mine. My beautiful.
Spread your legs, beautiful, you’re always so wet. You’re the only thing I think about, your caressing eyes, your soft lips, your breasts, your ass, I just want to
touch you. Let me touch you… my love… I want to get lost inside of you again.
1 Kings 16, 29-33
29 In the thirty-eighth year of Asa king of Judah, Ahab son of Omri became king of Israel, and he reigned in Samaria over Israel twenty-two years. 30 Ahab son of Omri did more evil in the eyes of the Lord than any of those before him. 31 He not only considered it trivial to commit the sins of Jeroboam son of Nebat, but he also married Jezebel daughter of Ethbaal king of the Sidonians, and began to serve Baal and worship him. 32 He set up an altar for Baal in the temple of Baal that he built in Samaria. 33 Ahab also made an Asherah pole and did more to arouse the anger of the Lord, the God of Israel, than did all the kings of Israel before him.