{"id":1123,"date":"2024-06-02T02:55:50","date_gmt":"2024-06-02T02:55:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iforcolor.org\/word\/?p=1123"},"modified":"2024-07-13T05:34:41","modified_gmt":"2024-07-13T05:34:41","slug":"mary-and-her-cello","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iforcolor.org\/word\/mary-and-her-cello\/","title":{"rendered":"MARY and her Cello"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Mary and Her Cello<\/em><\/h1>\n

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by Mary Seymour<\/h2>\n
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Amanti Allure
SALAAM MUHAMMAD – (Artist)<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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When Mary played the cello, a warm, strange, yet sensitive feeling would slowly move through her body. She didn’t understand this different and sometimes intense feeling that started below her belly button and traveled straight down her stomach towards both legs. Sometimes, the sensation began in the center of her chest where her training bra sat between her stomach and these new things called breasts. She loved to play the cello, especially at school, since she sat the first seat first stand, and sometimes the music teacher allowed her to play the A chord so the entire orchestra could tune up their instruments.
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\nOn Wednesday, Mary would go to the rehearsal room to practice instead of eating lunch. She would slowly take her cello from the case and gently place the instrument on its side. Then she would take the Rosen in her left hand and run the bow up and down, making sure the bow was perfect for touching her cello’s strings. Mary would then pick up the cello and carefully place the cello’s body on her right breast and thigh, pick up the bow, and begin to play. The warm, comfortable vibrations from the cello caress the air. Mary and her cello were one; she would sway back and forth, and her left hand would move up and down the cello’s neck.
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\nUntil yesterday, all of Mary’s thoughts have focused on her beautiful cello and the mysterious feeling she feels every time she plays the instrument. But yesterday afternoon, Peter asked if he would walk her home. He even asked to carry her cello. Mary said yes to both questions; when they arrived at her door, Peter slowly leaned the cello on the side of Mary’s house, grabbed her, and wrapped his arms around her waist in one slow, quick move. Peter planted a very sloppy, wet kiss directly on her lips. Mary fell back, stunned by this warm sensation; she started to feel again the feeling went from her belly down and through both her legs and then up from her belly button to these things called breasts. Mary experienced her first passionate kiss. Now, the two most important things in 7th grade are her cello and maybe, Peter
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“Ethereal Strings” SALAAM MUHAMMAD (Artist)<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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“Amanti Allure<\/em>“<\/div>\n
SALAAM MUHAMMAD<\/strong> – (Artist)<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“Ethereal Strings<\/em>”<\/p>\n

SALAAM MUHAMMAD<\/strong> – (Artist)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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COPYRIGHT \u00a9 Mary Seymour \/<\/p>\n

Iforcolor.org \u2013 DRS \/ \u00a9 2024<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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