Love from the Moon E-Book

Brandon McYntire

• Herausgeber: Brandon McYntire
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The moon is a friend and great patron of all women. The moon and a woman form an inseparable connection and this will never change. He knows, he understands, he observes and controls the woman's body. And this time he heard the pleas of a lonely woman in unfulfilled nights - full of loneliness and abandonment. Her pleas and wishes were carried in the bright light to the surface of the moon and stirred the lunar nebula. Moon dust joined it and shimmered in that beautiful nebula. When it rose high above the lunar surface, it began to take on physical form. Happiness in the form of this nebula was carried all the way outside the window of the house of lonely Ela. A story began that will never end. Lonely and neglected women have hope if they correctly pronounce the spell or rather a wish in the form of verses. The beautiful shimmering nebula will seek them out and fulfill their most secret dreams in the form of physical love. The moon has been watching the sleepless nights of women for too long and has heard many of their pleas and laments. This time, he has taken care of his tender creatures like no one has ever done before. Love from the depths of space is coming straight to the bedrooms of these women. This love is different in some way, it is love from the moon.

Leseprobe

"This is the nebula I live in. The nebula... a cloud of lunar gas and dust. But it is not as lifeless as it might seem. Various particles of cosmic rays penetrate the nebula, as well as vibrating particles of sound and radio waves. The vibrations and oscillations that the nebula receives create matter. The shapeless, hazy lunar formation existed before I was born."

Author: Brandon McYntire

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The lunar surface is grayish, slightly brownish and silent, lifeless. On the far side of the Moon there is a strange nebula that takes its shape based on sounds and signals from surrounding cosmic bodies. It arose by itself and is able to transform a system of sounds and vibrations into a material form. So far, it is difficult to imagine it as some kind of logical, visual thing. They are just some vague, constantly changing shapes that do not resemble anything we know. In this inexpressive world without life, only the reflection of the sun and the sounds from space began to shape something that began to move on its own. The miracle of the creation and development of cosmic worlds was also recognized by our planet Earth in the distant past. Life was born, which exists to this day. And the lunar surface has also been filled with signals, vibrations, various shocks and sounds since its creation.

However, the silent desires of many women, their pleas and secret wishes, also resonate on the silent Moon. Sometimes occasional cries of longing, in a rush of pleasure and orgasm, fall into its emptiness. It has a similar effect here as light, volcanic eruptions and tremors that try to change the shape of our Earth. Women and many lonely ladies, who are not very noticed by the male sex, are not at all aware that they have stirred up the dust and fog on the Moon. So many of their wishes and desires, cries and hopes have slowly begun to shape this as yet unknown and unexplored lunar nebula, in which dust particles shimmer under the influence of the Sun. For a long time it was just a negligible thing that did not require much attention. However, in the formless nebula, small particles pulsate and group into shapes according to the intensity of the laments and desires of these women. And the nebula floats above the surface of this wondrous and inseparable orbit of our Earth. One day, however, the intensity and frequency of the woman's despair increased considerably. Everything accumulated in the lunar nebula so much that it constantly increased its volume in order to immediately receive them - more and more. But at the same time, shapes began to appear more clearly in it, reminiscent of things familiar to us from planet Earth.

The moon has a great bond with the female race, it has a lot in common with it. It influences the female body and communicates with women somehow intuitively, as if telepathically. The moon and the woman are still in an inseparable connection. This means that if a woman expresses her secret wish, it penetrates to the moon itself. Her cry also penetrates it and perceives if she is unhappy, if she is worried. The moon captures everything that happens. It understands women and, without being able to speak, whispers nice things to them at night and comforts their souls. At the full moon, the door to the female world opens, to the world where there are many desires that are unfulfilled. The mysterious lunar nebula has already absorbed a lot of sadness and night lamentations that have penetrated the lunar surface.

But now there has been a change. This time, the pleas and wishes of women will not remain unheard and ignored. Lonely women will receive answers to the questions they have long voiced into the void of the night. The moon will make sure that women on planet Earth receive an answer or a reward. It will be soon. The moon, that female planet, which could no longer look at the suffering and lamentations of lonely women, will send its messengers to that beautiful female generation. And they will be truly very generous and will not spare love. They have enough of it for every woman on our blue planet. In fact, all you need to do is ask and correctly formulate the words into sentences for the universe to hear them. If this succeeds, a miracle will happen and the nights will no longer be so sad, sleepless and silent for anyone. And so one day…

CHAPTER 1

Divorced Eleonora is a plump woman in her forties. In the fall, she moved to an older, smaller house near a lake outside the city. A small lake intended for fishing beautifies this place and gives it a touch of peace and nostalgia. Ela, with a pretty face that resembles a girl in her twenties, is tired of life and lonely at the same time, since both children left home for Ireland more than ten years ago. When she smiles, which happens very rarely when arguing with neighbors, fine mimic wrinkles appear on her face, reminding her of her real age. Her long black hair, usually tied in a large knot on the crown of her head, has a strange ebony sheen. A plump, taller woman with an exceptionally endowed chest, has not had luck in relationships, let alone love itself, for the past five years. One disappointment after another came, and finally bitterness. Finally, she sold her large apartment in the city and bought a smaller, older house. She was convinced that she would no longer be irritated by happy, smiling couples holding hands. She moved away so that she would no longer see such lovers around her, so that she would not hear them at night during their joys and sexual outbursts. A lonely person, whether a woman or a man, has a hard time surviving and is carried away by the obvious happiness and vices of other people. So, hoping for peace and imagining a peaceful night's sleep without the orgasmic screams of her neighbors, she left the urban jungle and went to the countryside. Her house is located at the end of the street, practically in solitude by the lake.

The first nights in the house were really quiet and peaceful. Sleeping undisturbed by anything confirmed Ela's decision to live in the countryside. During the day, she occasionally went to the only shop in the village, where she bought the necessary provisions. She also walked between the houses to get to know her new environment at least roughly. Sometimes her neighbors stopped her and asked where she was from and why she had come here. She only met men occasionally. There weren't many of them here. The young generation of men had gone to work elsewhere, and the older generation spent almost whole days sitting around drinking beer in the local pub, talking mainly about their superiority over the entire planet. In fact, one could say that if Ela had also longed for a man, she wouldn't have found him here. Only if he was older, married, and in a pub. On the one hand, a conflict-free environment, on the other hand, the impossibility of meeting someone suitable and forming a relationship.

Ela has found a job that she can do from home. She has been given a company computer, as have some of her other colleagues, so all communication regarding work and the company can be conducted online. She only has to travel by train to the capital occasionally to sign documents at the company or other contracts for text translations. Ela works as a linguist for a large book publisher. She does not have to sit in an office in the company building, as was necessary in the past, but she can work from home. This gives her peace of mind at work and flexible working hours.

Her house in the countryside is habitable and does not require any major repairs. The small garden behind the house also does not require much work, there are only ornamental shrubs, a few strawberry seedlings, a lawn and a place for flowers. Therefore, she can use it more for relaxation and in the summer for sunbathing without the unwanted eyes of the neighbors. On nice days, she can fully devote herself to her work in her garden, which consists of translating foreign literature. Sometimes she also translates from Old Church Slavonic or another Slavic language. Ela was inclined to foreign languages even as a child. She learned German, French and after high school she went to university in Bratislava to study languages. She also began to devote herself to old, more complex languages, based on Old Church Slavonic, and those that are no longer spoken at all, such as Old Church Slavonic, which is now a dead language. She was so fascinated by old languages that for some time she undertook to collaborate on creating translation dictionaries. Immediately after graduating from college, she got a position at a publishing house, where she had special tasks focused on these languages.

While shopping in the capital, she met her future husband, with whom she has two children. A son, Adrian, and a daughter, Filomena. Both are now adults and have started their own families. They decided to live in Dublin, Ireland, where they had previously studied. They liked life abroad and don't seem to be thinking about returning home. Ela understood this and has come to terms with the fact that she will be completely alone. But for now, she doesn't take it as tragic, because she believes that maybe in time she will meet someone who will add spark and passion to her life again.

Compared to the previous year, November was a rather rainy and cold month, so Ela spent more time at her computer and papers in her small, cozy living room, where she had also set up a nice corner office with a new corner desk. On the right side of the wall next to the desk, she placed a new tiered shelf, in which she arranged folders by year. She also has a new laptop on her desk with an external keyboard so that the one on the laptop doesn't wear out. The external keyboard costs only a few pennies and can be replaced with a new one at any time if it wears out. So the one on the laptop is still intact, intact. In the evenings, she gets into the habit of turning on a small lamp on her desk and working on the translations that the publishing house assigns to her for the coming months. She was given time to translate the ones in November until the end of April of the following year. Since the long winter evenings were approaching, she really had enough time for such work. Solitude, silence, and disruption will give her everything she needs.

But sometimes she suffered from feelings of loneliness, sadness and abandonment. She lacked emotional closeness, longed for love and also had unfulfilled sexual desires. She tried to push her sadness out of her mind, mainly by working for a publishing house. Sometimes she would do small repairs in the house or make some changes to make her living more comfortable. After selling the apartment, she had enough money left in her account, since the house in the countryside was not too big or expensive. It can be said that thanks to this, she was in a decent package.

In mid-December, it got quite cold outside and snow was falling. Everything was turning white, and that brought Ela a good mood and encouragement. She immediately went to the local store to buy supplies for the next few days, as well as for the upcoming holidays. The local store is quite well stocked, she found almost everything she needed there. When she returned home, she remembered that she hadn't had time to clean out or sort out the small pantry in the hallway of the house. There she planned to put supplies for the kitchen, such as flour, sugar, canned goods, preserves... So around two in the afternoon, she made coffee and got to work. First, she completely emptied the small pantry - she put everything out in the hallway. She wiped the shelves of dirt and then sat on the floor in the hallway and sorted out what she would keep, what would go in the trash, and what would be disposed of. She had a lot of papers in front of her, old lids for jam jars and various unnecessary old materials. She put the papers on the left side next to her and other things on the right. She also got her hands on an old yellowed envelope, which did not attract her attention, so she pushed it to the other papers. The whole cleaning process took over two hours and Ela finally had a clear idea of what she was going to do with the mess. She started carrying kitchen supplies into the pantry, putting away glass jars for jam, canned fish, and other and other necessary things for survival. When she had everything ready, she took a string and started tying up the papers destined for recycling. At first, she couldn't tie everything up securely, and smaller papers and envelopes kept falling out of the side of the package. She didn't try to put them back into the package, she just pushed them to the side, saving them for last. She tied up a total of eight packages for paper recycling. She took a plastic bag from the kitchen, into which she began to throw old envelopes and postcards. In the meantime, it occurred to her that it would be better to look through the envelopes in case there was anything valuable or money in them. She found nothing of the sort. There was still a yellowed envelope thrown on the floor, so she picked it up. She opened it and found an old, yellowed letter inside. She took it out of the envelope and unfolded it. There was something written on it, but not in our common language. She looked at the writing in surprise, trying to decipher something, until she realized that it was some old writing that probably no longer exists. As an expert in ancient languages, she knew immediately that she had some ancient text in her hands. Why and how did it end up among the old papers in the small space intended for kitchen utensils? - her mind wandered. It was an older house, she realized, and so it wasn't so strange after all. Except for one thing. It certainly wasn't Slavic or anything like it. She took the yellowed envelope with the unknown text inside into her room and placed it on her desk. She decided to deal with the text only after she had finished her current tasks. Then she returned to the hallway to sort through the old mess and move provisions to the pantry.