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| Just how big are you really?; tag WillS | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 10 2011, 08:10 PM (314 Views) | |
| Anne Shilston | Jul 10 2011, 08:10 PM Post #1 |
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*Early-1504* It was her birthday. 18! Anne was turning 18! Most wives would expect their husbands to give them an extra treat, but unless that involved a romp in the bed John Shilston would give nothing to his wife other to inform her that she had all the money she desired at her fingertips and that was all she needed. Anne didn’t expect anything else other than that. She didn’t need her husband, he would likely spend her birthday with some other woman or two. Though if she were lucky and he came back to her drunk, maybe then she would get the treatment only a wife on her birthday deserved. They had plenty of moments like that, whenever they were both drunk enough to forget they were childless and were meant to despise one another, they found one pleasures with the other and secretly they were the times Anne most enjoyed. Yet still, John still strayed and Anne still flirted with other men. She did her best to keep it from him, which was sometimes easily done when he was busy with other women. And today of all days, she was most drunk, and flirting a bit too openly. Her friends of course were behind much of this, encouraging her to drink more than she should. But then it was her birthday. Her friends had taken her out to London on a shopping spree, just wait until John finds out about that! It was his fault though, telling her to buy as she wished. Though she probably couldn’t even tell you what she had bought. That too would have been her friends’ influence. And that’s all she needed, another thing for her husband to be angry with her. But again it was his fault! Anne wasn’t much for gossip, but she couldn’t really stop her friends chatting non stop around her. Just like on the carriage ride home; something about the Viscount of Dorchester having come to court for the New Year’s celebrations. Anne ignored most of this, until of course they targeted her. “You should do it!” Anne blinked and stared at the young women she shared the coach with. “What?” “William Spencer!” Said one and another... “Weren’t you listening?” Anne blinked again. “Haven’t you heard the rumours? About you know…how big he is?” Anne laughed uneasily, somehow knowing where this conversation was going. “And we want to know the truth…and you’re the only one who is married…you have no reputation to uphold.” Anne shook her head, spilling a bit of her wine onto her gown, which thankfully was dark enough to hide the stain. “But! He is…only like fourteen or fifteen! I can’t find out.” “Oh tish tosh, look how tall he is! He has to be seventeen at the least! And besides it might be fun.” “Yes! It’s your birthday, have a little fun!” And that was that, Anne’s fate was sealed. Why she even had these friends she did not know. But her mind wasn’t all that there, not with the amount of wine they had been drinking all day. By the evening they had all changed and had entered the Great Hall, but now their minds were worse than before, giggling a bit too much and encouraging Anne to complete the task they had set for her. Like a pack of wolves, they caught sight of their prey and then pushed Anne into his direction. She looked back over her shoulder only once, glaring at her friends but when she reached William Spencer, she was all smiles and collapsed on the seat beside him. “Dorchester! How nice it is to see you! So when are you coming to court for good?” |
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| William Spencer | Jul 11 2011, 08:41 PM Post #2 |
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Lord Winchester (courtesy)
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The Viscount Dorchester was not particularly pleased to be staying at Steward House. He was to be turning ten and five in a matter of days, and his life did not feel to be getting any better. His grandfather hated him, he was still almost a year away from going back to the continent for any length of time, and everything seemed fairly sour. The tall youth had one consolation and a dangerous one at that. He was popular with a few young ladies. Even at fifteen, William was no stranger to intimate relations, but that was not what he was thinking about at this time. He was thinking about how much he absolutely loathed his grandfather, who was Henry VII's Master of Horse. William was serving his grandfather during the holiday season as court became much busier. Basically, he delivered correspondences and got the stuffing beat out of him almost every time he was alone with his grandfather. William wished to be in France, but he kept those sentiments to himself. He valued his life. His grandfather would murder him for such things. He put down his cup of ale just as some girl sat down next to him rather boisterously. He still was not used to such abrupt and brash behaviour, as France was far more gracious. His blue eyes ran over her. She knew his name. He did not know hers. "Have we been introduced, and I have forgotten?" he asked her, with a charming sort of a smile. "I wouldn't think to forget such an event..." No, if he had met her, he was sure he would have remembered. Even though he preferred blonds, this girl was quite pretty. His dark eyebrow went up as she asked when he was coming to court for sure. "Not likely permanently for at least a few years, my Lady. Why do you ask?" At fifteen he looked youthful but not boyish, and his tall, lithe form lended to adding a few years to his age. There was much tallness in his French blood, and he was already the size of most English men. |
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| Anne Shilston | Jul 15 2011, 10:39 PM Post #3 |
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Anne smirked seductively, just like her friends taught her to. They were the reason why she flirted after all. She propped her elbow on top of the table and flicked her hair, resting the side of her head in her hand as she faced the young William. Her friends had attacked her appearance like always. Her hair was let out, pinned back so the end of her curls splayed around her shoulders. The lace around her neckline gave that certain appeal, so her shoulders may as well have been bare. And her bodice! Pulled so tight to put her breasts out on display, she may as well have dressed like a whore, because she was cutting it close. And her behaviour was atrocious! Her husband better not be watching, otherwise she would be getting another one to the face. With her free hand, she drew imaginary circles into the wood of the table with her index finger, giggling like she had when she was but fourteen. “No, we have not been introduced, my Lord. I am Anne Shilston, and you are the William Spencer, correct?” She smirked again, not telling him she was married on purpose, she probably should have given him her maiden name instead, but then what did it matter? If he knew she was married then he would know that she was no young maiden, she would be fair game if he swung that way. Besides why would her husband worry about her opening her legs to another when he was certainly plunging between another woman’s legs again and again? With her friends’ instructions still in her mind, she leaned over, making sure her breasts were within his eye view as she took up the pitcher of ale and poured more into his cup, topping it up. Once she had set the pitcher aside, she smiled that seductive smile again. “Well…see the ladies over there?” Leaning in close, probably a bit too close to be called proper behaviour as she could smell his manly scent, taunting her. She pointed over to a small group of five young women, half of them her age the rest a little younger; her friends. “They wanted to know, they’re very interested as young ladies should.” As if on cue, the leader of the pack, a blond noticed them watching her and turned to smile and nod in Anne and William’s direction, giving a seductive smile of her own before returning to the conversation at hand, now aware that his eyes would be on her. Returning her gaze upon him, this close they could have bumped heads. She could feel her heart pounding as she slid a hand to his leg. The way they sat though, it was likely no one else could see the scandalous act. She smirked, rubbing her hand a little over his leg. “They’re very interested in you.” She had said this so smooth and seductively that if she had used it on her husband, it was very likely his prick would have risen for her. |
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| William Spencer | Jul 18 2011, 03:01 PM Post #4 |
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Lord Winchester (courtesy)
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The William Spencer? An eyebrow quirked. He had no conception of what that was supposed to mean. He also did not know her name. Shilston was of no great significance, he knew from his lack of recognition of it. "My lord Grandfather is also William Spencer, my Lady," he informed her, "But if you are looking for a younger gentleman of that name, I would be said gentleman." His blue eyes were trained on her face, looking for some hint of what this was about. If she meant to flirt with him, she was not doing the best of jobs. His brow furrowed a bit when she asked if he saw the ladies, but he turned and looked. He noticed immediately that some of them giggled while another gave him a smile and a nod. Immediately his mind went to the basest of things. Perhaps they ALL had designs on him! Then, however, he was reminded that he was in England and not France. The odds of such things were far slimmer here, but it did put a pleasant twinge between his legs. He was, afterall, only a man and a youth at that. His hormones were very active, and he had all of a man's urges and ability to act on them. Ability to act on them with a practiced hand. "Interested?" he queried, with a sly smirk. Perhaps ten and five was not such a bad time as he had thought. "As young ladies should? My Lady, I am not sure any young lady should have an 'interest' in me," his smile turned knowing. She was close to him, and he could smell her feminine perfume. He pressed his lips together a bit and then licked them slightly. Then her hand fell on his leg, under the linens of the table, and she started to rub at his thigh. "They are? But you are the one seeing if I am interested?" he chuckled a bit and bit the inside of his mouth as he started to grow hard. He would not be getting up from this table anytime soon. |
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| Anne Shilston | Jul 20 2011, 12:57 AM Post #5 |
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Anne just smirked. “Well of course I was looking for you” She almost purred. God forbid she wouldn’t be doing this if she had to find out the size of his grandfather’s package. She shivered at the thought. Knowing her luck if her friends had realised that, they might have pressured her into flirting with the older William Spencer instead. Oh what a catastrophe that would have been, she probably would have been slapped. But then again, she at least was used to being slapped. Though would the man have liked her flirting with him? He might have seen her as a young foolish thing he might like to bed, well she certainly was not going to find out and certainly not be asking his grandson either. If her cheeks weren’t already red from the affect of the wine, it would be quite clear that she was blushing. But then she was back to her flirting and she simply shook her head at his question as if he should have known better, and it was very likely that he did and was just toying with her. And then he licked his lips. Every part of her had the sudden urge to taste those lips of his and his tongue…oh my no this wouldn’t do at all. She was a married woman! She shouldn’t be flirting openly with another man, if she could even call him that. She shouldn’t want to kiss him either, or have her hand on his thigh. But she had been dared and her friends were right, it was her birthday, plus with all that wine clouding her mind, all sense had flown out the window (at least most of it). As if the wine had turned her into a succubus, a slow mischievous grin appeared across her lips. “That’s because as it is my birthday, they dared me to…” Suddenly the succubus was gone, but still had a hold of her hand. Before she could stop herself, her hand on his thigh slipped between his legs and gently grabbed…well wasn’t that the shock of her life. Finally sobering, Anne whipped her hand away from him as if she had been burned. She hadn’t realised that she would make hard. Oh now she was embarrassed. Quickly, she mumbled an apology and slid backwards, almost falling off her seat. Somehow she managed to untangle herself from the table and hurried out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her, without raising any suspicion. Her friends seemed to have counted to three before they too hurried after her to force a verdict out from her, the blond however turned to look at William and winked at him before she disappeared. |
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| William Spencer | Jul 23 2011, 07:27 PM Post #6 |
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Lord Winchester (courtesy)
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He turned and looked back at the crowd, giving them a nod. English women were so bizarre, and he did not see his view of that changing. If this was the best temptation an English woman could provide, it was quite crude. He preferred a bit of teasing and finesse. If he thought that BEFORE she grabbed him, he definitely thought that afterwards. He was happy that he had not been drinking anything, because he would have spit it across the room. His grunt turned into a gasp that he barely held in as her small hand closed around part of him. She was assuredly shocked. As she jumped, he startled. Then she nearly fell over. He would have helped her, but she fled before he had the chance. He watched, wide-eyed, and then he looked around the room to see if his grandfather had seen that. He had no desires to complete his night getting slapped or birched. Momentarily he looked down. He was not completely ready for bedding, but he had been getting there. He certainly couldn't get up right away. His eyes lingered after the blood and he ran his teeth over his lower lip as she turned to leave. He waited a few minutes and then headed off out of the hall. Perhaps he would find the blond lingering in the halls. She certainly seemed keen on him. (OUT) |
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| Isabel Leigh | Aug 9 2011, 10:12 AM Post #7 |
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Virtue alone is invincible.
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