Torundel the Shitposter! part XVII
XVII
Torundel had a strange feeling of deja vue. Maybe because Uranumsia wore dresses she found in his wife's wardrobe. But she changed the dresses, cutting and sewing them in a fashion not seen for centuries, a revealing and indecent style inspired by the forbidden wall paintings in grotto A23 in the mountains above the capital.
The style of Dykeia the whore, Dykeia the wife of Sang Hortuscany.
Uranumsia was obsessed with Dykeia; said she needed to feel like Dykia to write the shitposts. She gave him free access to any holes… except when she was reading, but he had to tolerate the chirping and mess of two little birds in a cage because Dykeia had loved her two birds more than her eyes. And yet he found it charming, and educated, and spirited.
‘Does Count B understand the repeated references to the hairy vagina of Fitta IV?’ she asked one evening.
‘Dear girl, he has no knowledge of anything relating to ancient literature!’
‘A shame!’ She giggled.
‘Listen lass, I have been thinking about asking your father if I can… buy you in marriage.’
Uranumsia looked at him in panic. ‘I have a lover. A young fisherman from up the coast,’ she whispered.
Torundel had a strange feeling of deja vue.
This amazing story is written by me! and will be continued!
Written using the following rules:
211 words - Starting with the word Torundel - First and last sentence are identical.
Previous episodes:
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
Part VIII
Part IX
Part X
Part XI
Part XII
Part XII
Part XIV
Part XV
Part XVI