I started publishing stories on Medium in February 2021, and with my forever-growing content, a kind of index was needed. I found that in the list feature on Medium, which makes it easy for you to browse my postings: https://marierebelle.medium.com/lists
Other places you can find me are:
In 2012 I chose ‘Marie Rebelle’ as my pseudonym — my pen name. The name fitted me like a glove, so much so, that I added the initial of my birth name to it, and became Marie A. Rebelle.
Up to 2012, I used several different pen names, the last…
Continued from… A visit to the doctor
At the admissions counter of the hospital, the staff directed Annie and Grace to ward nine on the sixth floor. Isaac had a private room, as the admitting doctor deemed Isaac too ill for a general ward.
Isaac needed the rest.
A drip…
At the end of a post about my teenage years, I mentioned I became very interested in the naughtiest boy in the class. Taking my memory back 40+ years (yes, I’m that old!) …
While listening to The One by John Marrs — in the meantime, I have also watched the Netflix series — this book appeared in my list of recommendations.
From the moment I started listening, I was hooked. Where I normally only listen in bed before I fall asleep, I now…
I’ve had an account on Medium for years, but only became a member in April 2021. However, I actively started posting my own stories on Medium in February 2021, because a dear friend — May More — shared the magic of Medium with me.
I started following and reading other…
“One more.”
I can’t refuse. Despite the number I’ve had already, my body screams for more. I press my legs together, then spread them. My labia are wet. Tender. Between them I’m soaking. Needy. My cunt begs for more.
I moan when his hand ignites my tender flesh. Three strikes…
Continued from… Pancakes and pain
Seeing Annie’s concerned face and light panic, Isaac assured her the cramps would be over soon.
He knew he was lying.
When five minutes later, he still clutched his stomach, Annie took control of the situation. She resented the fact her husband had used the…
In The firstborn child, I mentioned my daughter’s search for her biological father. Throughout her life, I have made clear she has my support in searching for him. I help when she asks, mostly keeping to my square on the chessboard of life.
When I realized I was pregnant, obviously…
Alice tried to remember who had given her the key.
She looked at the old bronze key with its elegant arches lying in the palm of her hand. It looked more like a piece of art than a functional object, but the beauty of the key wasn’t part of Alice’s…
Top writer | ZA born | NL rooted | Blogger | Erotic stories | Life stories | Mental Health | Creative | HSP | Respect | Love | More on https://rebelsnotes.com
