This is the story of my life. I am Mutnodjmet, and when this tale begins, I am fifteen years old, on the very day of my wedding. I am to marry Pharaoh himself: my father. The year is 1350 BC, in the ancient city of Luxor, Egypt.
A Google search reveals extensive articles written over many years about a phenomenon called genetic sexual attraction. The reports suggest it has always occurred and that social media and changes in the law allow adoptees to find relatives they usually could not contact. The articles also indicate that in 50% of the cases, an uncontrollable, all-consuming sexual attraction occurs. From their first contact, our protagonists, a mother and the son she gave up for adoption when he was an infant, ar
The customs of all cultures seem strange and for little purpose when viewed from outside their context. Ceremonies and rites of passage matter tremendously to those inside, but to the rest of us, we just starch our heads. This is a short story of one such custom as seen through the eyes of the principal involved. Sure we can wonder why, but in this case I say, Why not?
Who gives this bride away? First her father, then her husband. This wedding was one for the books! Daddy didn't know what hit him. At least his other daughters' the bridesmaids were behaving. "GODDAMMIT!" Wrong answer! "I GIVE UP!" Let's get this party started!
At age 16 I was led by my family to discover a brand new world '" the world of sex. I was also taught about the very special lifestyle my extended family was practicing. They called it "The Circle".
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