A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws
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				Title: <strong>A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 19:48:10</strong>
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				This will be used for anything on the second floor of the Henshaws<br>(Since we are still Day 1 - Evening, any guest wishing to freshen up may do so here before dinner)
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 07:20:40</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Eloise Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Eloise had greeted everyone politely, even though she hadn't been raised in the customs of the gentry. She had tried her hardest, and although some looked down their nose at her, others were kind. Either way, she was looking forward to settling in with Standford and preparing for dinner. Although they had some extra time.<br><br>A maid showed them to their room, and she took a deep breath as she took off her hat and jacket...slipping out of her shoes and unbuttoning her dress. Standford knew that she hated wearing all these ridiculous layers when she didn't have to. As she stripped out of her dress, she was left in only her chemise and corset. Turning her back to her husband, she moved her head forward...obviously wanting him to do the usual ritual of helping her out of her corset. For the next couple of hours, she could just relax in her chemise with Standford. 
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				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 07:37:23</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room <br><strong>With:</strong> Eloise<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><hr><br>Setting the pith helmet on the dresser Standford patted himself down. Dust billowed everywhere, filling the rather medium size room. Coughing the hunter looked around at the room which was once again more lascivious then he liked but the nature of the beast he assumed. Putting his bag on the four poster bed he began to slowly unpack all his clothes which were more tailored for outdoors activities and otherwise were not very classy attire. Much of it was stuff you would see on working men. To him it was comfortable but it was sure to make a splash among the uppity bastards here. Laughing at his purposeful rebellious nature Stanfords brown eyes lifted to see his wife unclothing very awkwardly. Oh how she hated to dress up. To be honest he was regretting not taking her out for a good camping trip in the country.<br><br>Moving forward after seeing Eloise bow her head, Standford was eager to spend the time before dinner with her. Brushing her vibrant red out of the way he leaned down to breathe her in. No perfume but she smelled wonderful naterualy. Big unwieldy fingers untied her corset the fastest he could. No matter how many time he did, it was always a exercise in patience,<br><br>"Dear, guess what I heard from my friend Karl Benz? He invented a device that would replace horses for carriages, can you believe it? A horseless carriage!? Simply amazing!"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 07:43:01</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Eloise Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Eloise chuckled as dust filled the room, and then smiled fondly as he had trouble undoing her corset. When it was done, she set it aside and turned to him in her rather sheer chemise. There was no shame between them, as they were very much in love. At his words, she chuckled.<br><br>"Hard to imagine, my love. I am not sure it will ever catch on, but we shall see."<br><br>Walking over to the bed, she pulled down the covers and crawled onto the mattress. The carriage ride had been rather exhausting, and she wasn't opposed to lying down for a while. However, she turned and gave her husband a flirtatious smile.<br><br>"We don't have children begging for our attention this weekend. Perhaps we should make the most of it?"
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				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:03:41</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest Room<br><strong>With:</strong> None other then the ol' ball and chain<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1- Before dinner<br><hr><br>In the fading light of the evening Standford admired his wifes every curve beneath that chemise. A pure gift of heaven that belonged to no one but him. It should stay that way forever or so he hoped. Downstairs he saw the looks that some of the men gave her. This weekend he would have to watch them with a careful eye. Moving beside the bed he removed the leather belt that held his Colt SAA revolver, placing it on the nightstand with a heavy thud. Unbuttoning his overcoat before shrugging it off Standford revealed a light loose white work shirt underneath. Sitting on the bed he began to undo his boots, the leather was supple after years of wear. Finally off they slipped along with his pants which hid his loose underwear. Feeling the air on his exposed body parts for the first time in almost over ten hours Standford let out a deep sigh,<br><br>"Oh man, it feel good to be free once again." Laying back on the bed looking up at the ceiling. "Remember that time in Tanzania? When we braved that river in nothing? Those were the days, now I'm getting old and everything is an effort to do. Time flies by my love, I'm just glad I can spend it with you."
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:09:14</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Eloise Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>She smiled as she watched him disrobe. He was still incredibly attractive to her, even though he was quite a bit older. She hadn't noticed the looks from the men downstairs, but she undoubtedly would later. Chuckling, she nodded.<br><br>"The natives got quite an eyeful. I'm not sure they were used to seeing so much pale flesh, but I gave them quite a show."<br><br>She stared at the ceiling as well and then scooted a bit closer...reaching over to find his hand. They had never had a poor sex life, although they were quite vanilla...so far. Already, being in a bed with him...nearly nude...she was becoming aroused. Taking his hand, she put it on her overly ample breast and began breathing a bit harder.<br><br>"We have some time, my love. Make love to me."
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				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:18:30</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Wify<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Hearing her words caused a smile to cross the old hunter face. It had been so many years ago yet the feel of the sun, the cold water were all fresh on his mind. Feeling her hand in his rough one Standford closed his eyes,<br><br>"That we did, I feel sorry for those natives they must of been blinded!" Laughing he rolled on his side and stared into her eyes. "Oh love, you read my mind." Running his hand down her curves the hunter took her in as his hand massaged her breast gently. There was deep love in his touch, a gentleness that such big hands didn't give the impression of. Already between his legs something stirred in the passion between them.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:22:02</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Eloise Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>She playfully swatted him.<br><br>"You seem to stare at my nakedness just fine."<br><br>When he ran his hand down her body and massaged her breast, she groaned and arched into his palm. Her nipples hardened and she felt her core grow wet. Licking her lips, she looked to him and leaned over to kiss his familiar lips lovingly. Moaning into his mouth, she increased the passion and reached over to unbutton his work shirt.<br><br>"I want you so badly."<br><br>When she finished unbuttoning the shirt, she pushed it off and then moved her hands to his shorts...peeling them over his hips.
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				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:27:48</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Eloise Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>"That I do, its a gif-" Words cut off by her soft lifts as they connected in a spark of passion. The room around them melted away till it was her,him and the bed. Nothing else seemed to matter to Standford at this moment. Now it was just him and his wife. Feeling her fingers on his body, the words echoing in his head the hunter moaned as he helped her take his shorts off. The warm air teasing warm skin underneath while his hands worked her chemise off. Breaking the kiss Standford stared into her eyes,<br><br>"I love you Eloise, you're the best." Came the simple praise.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:30:24</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Eloise Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>She chuckled against his lips and tossed his clothes aside as he removed her last layer as well...revealing her pale curves. Seeing his cock, she grasped it in her hand and then spread her legs instinctively.<br><br>"I love you, too. Now show me how much you love me."<br><br>Her voice was soft and she kissed him again...obviously lustful. Her hand pumped his cock and she moaned in need.
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				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:35:44</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Eloise Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Feeling her lithe fingers around his cock the hunter groaned. Returning her kiss his tongue darted out to lick her lips, seeking entrance. Although he had seen her naked, felt her hands it was still as if they were doing it for the first time. Reaching down he slowly peeled her hand from himself before rolling on top of her. With her there wasn't much foreplay which he didn't mind. Grasping her thighs in his hands Standford pulled them apart further. Slowly he pressed himself gently into Eloise's more gentle folds. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:47:45</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Eloise Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Sometimes their foreplay would go on for hours, but right now, foreplay wasn't ended. She kissed him back eagerly as he caressed her and rolled on top of her. Spreading her legs wider for him, she smiled as her arms went around his shoulders and her hips angled up.<br><br>Soon she felt the head of his cock tease at her folds, and she groaned...trying to push more of him inside.<br><br>"Oh God...yes...Standford..."<br><br>She arched against him and gasped as he pushed more into her.
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				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:56:49</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Eloise Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Sheathing himself deep inside Eloise the hunter pulled back, sitting up. Moving his hands to her nice large hips Standford gripped them as he felt her warm wet pussy around his member. It was still so good feeling,<br><br>"Oh Eloise...you feel wonderful." He moaned as he pulled out slowly before going back inside just as slowly.Sometimes they would go fast but these were one of the times he wanted to savor the magic.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 09:00:25</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Eloise Earlson<br><strong>Where:</strong> Guest room assigned to the Earlson's.<br><strong>With:</strong> Standford Earlson<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>She moaned and pushed against him...loving the feel of his cock stretching her walls. Yes, she'd had children, but she wasn't loose by any means. She still fit him perfectly. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she laid her head back on the bed...savoring the feel of his cock going in and out.<br><br>"Oh God, yes...Standford...so good..."<br><br>She whimpered and moved in time with him...feeling every inch and loving it.
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 05:15:23</strong>
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				Who: Lady Greymore<br>Where: on the way to the room assigned to the Greymore's<br>With: Lord Greymore<br>When: Day 1, not long before dinner<br><br>Vivienne had taken Archibald's hand and led him to their room. She was a bit worried about her husband and hoped that they wouldn't have to take their leave. She did wonder about what was wrong with him. "Maybe you're just overwhelmed after what you've found out about the weekend?" Vivienne inquired and wondered if that was it, she doubted it but couldn't hurt to ask. <br><br>A blush came over her face as he said that he smelled something different about her. Oh goodness, he could smell the change? She shook it off because there was no possible way that he could know. They got to their room and she got him inside. "Come, let's get you out of these clothes for a bit, you do feel quite warm, <em>mon chéri.*</em> She was trying to get his mind off of what he was talking about, but one look at his eyes and she knew that he meant to find out the answer to that question.<br><br>"I desire to stay. I am curious. After I left you, I ventured outside for some air and Henry found me. We spoke, one thing led to another and we were together." The blush was back and she wondered how her husband would react to this. It hadn't been J.F., so she'd had been within his wishes.<br><br>(* mon chéri=my darling)
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 05:27:42</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>A sly smile came to Archie's lips as he heard Vivienne tell him that she has been with Henry. “And you enjoyed him?” He asked, his voice steady, slightly deeper as he looked at her.<br><br>“I know little of the weekend, no more than the rest.” He added as he continued to look at Vivienne. “What is it that you desire?” He asked again as he stepped in closer, but did not move to touch her as he clearly moved to sniff her. “Oh!..OH MY..” He closed his eyes as he seemed to act like he was seeing it in his mind. “Well wouldn't that be exciting..”<br><br>Vivienne worked on his clothing as he continued, his words becoming more coherent as he looked around the room. “I slept with the redheaded maid Alice, not five minutes after entering the Library upon our arrival, she asked me if there as anything I wanted and I could not refuse..” He looked at Vivienne as his eyes darkened. “What does that do to you? Wife?”
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 06:40:59</strong>
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				Who: Lady Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest room<br>With: Lord Greymore<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br>His voice was steady as he asked if she had enjoyed Henry and she smiled because he seemed to okay, even happy, with that information. "Very much."<br><br>She listened as he spoke of not knowing anymore than any of the other newer guests and she smiled. It was a little odd the way he kept sniffing her, but he could be eccentric sometimes. "I desire to experience everything that I can this weekend. Being with other men, maybe being with a woman or two, and I might even want for someone to mistreat me a little." Vivienne was being extremely honest with her husband, except for the part about her being desperately in love with Henry. That might be a tad too much.<br><br>Vivienne finished getting his clothes off. "Come, lie down and relax. See if it helps any." She visibly paused as he mentioned Alice but recovered with a smile. "I know, I saw you two go into the same room when I came into the library. I'm not daft, I knew what was happening." Her eyes met his. "Although, I do apologize for the incident with J.F.. I was trying to hurt you and it was wrong of me."<br><br>She brought a hand up and caressed the right side of his face. "It's the way you are and I shouldn't try to change that. Be warned, if you flirt and flaunt in front of me, I will do the same."
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 06:52:57</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>“Do you mean it? I would like to see that!” Archie replied as he did move to lie down. “You succeeded in hurting me if that was your goal, but that is past and you have agreed to my terms so we are fine on that front.” Archie raised to feel Vivienne's hand. <br><br>“Might I ask what you mean by mistreat you?” Archie's curiosity was up. “I know that Victor Henshaw likes to play rough..blindfolds and probably all other sorts of things..” He laughed. “You could probably suggest about anything to the young man and he will do it with great pleasure.” He stopped and continued. “You hear things among society. I do not know personally..might not be any truth to it. He has always been quite civil as I have known him.” <br><br>Archie shot up. “How many other men?” He smiled. “Might I get to see you in Lust?”
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 20:45:04</strong>
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				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: the Greymore's room<br>With: Lord Greymore<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br>Vivienne's brow arched slightly as Archie said that he'd like to see that. She kept her hand where it was, for a few more moments, before she undressed and joined her husband in bed. She was completely naked. A new Vivienne had been awakened and she was a much more flirtatious young woman. A smile was upon her lips as she moved to straddle Archie. She was much more playful than usual.<br><br>At his question about what she'd meant about being mistreated, her brow furrowed slightly as she thought more about it. "I want to feel physical pain. It's something that I have felt curious about since this afternoon when Henry spanked me. I quite liked it." It was becoming easier to speak of these things without blushing. "I don't think I've ever met Victor, maybe I should."<br><br>"As many as I can." A grin spread over her face. "Would you like to see me in lust?" When he'd shot up, she'd had to make sure that she didn't fall so her legs had tightened on each side of him and their lips were mere inches apart.
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 22:32:37</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>“Bien vous avez vraiment trois trous mon cher.” He smiled as he suddenly spoke fluent french, the language of Love. Archie kissed Vivienne as he leaned into her lips, his hands moving to her sides as he pulled her in closer.<br><br>“Ring that bell and a servant will come, tell them you wish to meet Victor Henshaw and the rest is up to you.” He said barely above a whisper as he moved to her ear. “You will enjoy him...It's been said he is well endowed and knows how to use it.” Archie nearly purred the words as they came out of his mouth. “Of course there is the weekend, but why wait when there is Lust involved and a beautiful woman.” 
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 00:21:12</strong>
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				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: the Greymore's room<br>With: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br>Vivienne beamed as Archie displayed an ability to speak more French than usual. Her tongue slipped between her husband's lips as he pulled her closer. <br><br>"Victor can wait and I'm sure that all the talk about him is true, but then again, I am not very up to date on the British rumor mill. Ask me about someone in France and I could tell you everything." A musical giggle left her lips and she smiled.<br><br>""Je sais, mon chéri. Maintenant, je veux vous sentir dans d'un de deux de mes trous.**"&nbsp; She felt that they needed some quality time together if either of them were going to honestly be okay with what would happen this weekend. "That is up to you. Which would you like? My mouth..." She leaned into press her lips against the skin of his neck. "or..." Vivienne took one of his hands and brought it down to the apex of her thighs.<br><br>(** "Je sais, mon chéri. Maintenant, je veux vous sentir dans d'un de deux de mes trous. = I know, my darling. Right now, I want to feel you inside of one of two of my holes.)
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 00:28:32</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>Archie growled as he listened to the options. “I want them both.” He snapped, but not in an angry tone. “I want you to mount me if you will, but you know how I love your tongue.” He chuckled, but it was gravely and almost dark in nature as he stuck his hand deeper between Vivienne's legs.<br><br>“France gave me you, but this is your home now.” He said as he clamped his hand hard when he found what he was looking for. 
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 00:47:15</strong>
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				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: the Greymore's room<br>With: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>When: Day 1 before dinner<br><br>Archie's growls sent a shiver of excitement straight to her core and the fact that he seemed to be feeling possessive right now thrilled her. He didn't act that way very often and it was nice. Vivienne nipped at the skin of his neck while his hand crept deeper between her legs. <br><br>"I want to taste you after you've been inside of me." She whispered in English, it was easier for him, she'd been slowly trying to teach him her native tongue but English was always easier. Vivienne's back arched and she squealed when Archie's hand clamped down hard on her.<br><br>"Mmm, that feels good..." Her eyes closed and she knew that he would be able to feel how wet she was, so wet that her juices were already dripping down her inner thighs a bit. "Move your hand so we can get you inside."
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 02:24:16</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>Archie moved his hand bring it to his lips. “Ohh..you are just like <em>miel</em>.” He groaned as he looked at Vivienne not knowing of Hank's loving word for her, would it make her feel wrong for doing this, when she could have been going to the lake to be with the man that she was in love with?<br><br>He voice was growing deeper, slightly at first, gaining a throaty quality. “I will expect nothing less, wife.” He almost sneered as he clamped his hands to Vivienne's hips, actually strong enough to pick her up. “Impale yourself as you will.” His eyes squinted slightly as though he was listening to something outside the room, then turned back to Vivienne. “NOW!” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 03:05:08</strong>
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				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's room<br>With: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br>A pang of guilt riveted through Vivienne as Archibald said that word to her, she couldn't very well abandon her husband right now though. She finally had Archibald's full attention and wasn't going to let that slip through her fingertips. It was a rare opportunity. <br><br>His hands gripped at her hips roughly and she positioned herself before sinking down to where she was filled to the hilt with her husband's cock. "Ooh. I almost forgot how good you felt..." Not as good as Hank, but she wouldn't tell him that. She hadn't been sexually active for very long, but was learning quickly. <br><br>Vivienne rolled her stomach and hips, gasps and soft groans were elicited from their movement together. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 03:16:22</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>“I know..” Archie said as he smirked, he was not feeling himself at all, he was feeling better! I am an impressive specimen I know.” He rocked his hips slightly then stopped. “This bores me..start to bounce or something..YES! I want to watch your tits bounce about..That's what I want.” His eyes narrowed again. <br><br>“There is so much desire in this house..it's like Absinth without the visions.” Archie laughed as he bucked his hips, “I SAID BOUNCE!” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 04:10:36</strong>
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				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>where: Greymore's room<br>With: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br><br>Vivienne grinned as he commanded her to bounce because he wanted to see her breasts bouncing for him. She did as he told her and was happy to start bouncing up and down on him. He was right, it did help and she was soon losing herself in the sensations.<br><br>Her breasts were jiggling as she moved energetically up and down upon her husband's form. Her hands were pressed against Archie's chest and she switched up her movements. Vivienne interchanged between rocking her hips from side to side, rolling her stomach, and the bouncing. She leaned down to kiss him as a loud groan left her lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 04:20:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>Archie returned the kiss as he looked at Vivienne. “There is desire in your heart—but it is not for me that it beats.” How was it possible that he could see what others deemed their private desires. “Cherish the one you love and never let—him—go.” Archie bucked his hips wildly for a moment as he wrapped his arms around Vivienne hold her pinned to him as he looked in her eyes. <br><br>“Beware the windows you open..something might fly in you don't want.” It had to be a warning to something, but Archie was not that insightful. He was romantic in his own way, or tried to be, but insightful, no.<br><br>He held Vivienne tightly. “I can feel your heart beat, but does it beat for me, or for—him?” He wasn't sure just yet who the him was, but it didn't matter. She wasn't his and never was. The world was his now. He would have the world!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 05:05:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest room<br>With: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br>Vivienne heard his words and she froze, how did he know? Had someone told him or did he possess some eerie talent for knowing what people were feeling? He had to know that she did love him, just not in they way that she should, her every waking thought was of Hank. She couldn't help it. The pleasure running through her veins, though it was great, was not enough to soothe her mind when she thought that she had hurt Archibald. <br><br>He deserved to finish, though. Vivienne kept on moving in rhythm with Archie, her hips in perfect tandem with his and she looked in his eyes. She saw a relieved and joyful look in them. Yes, she was in love with someone else, but wow...that hurt. It made her feel as if she was just a burden that was thrust upon him to fulfill some obligation to his father. <br><br>"Do you not desire me as your wife, Milord? Is that why you look relieved to be rid of my affections?" Vivienne had known that she'd been playing a dangerous game, but now Archibald knew that her heart belonged to another. If he chose to divorce her, she could lose everything. Title, money, notoriety, and most importantly, Hank. He was Archibald's footman and she had no claim to him besides the fact that his name was written on her heart.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 05:20:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>“Oh you shall remain my wife..I will deem it the torture you will bare.” He smiled as he bucked his hips a little more with her movements, but I sense things...and why I do not as of yet know.”<br><br>Archie kissed Vivienne hard on the lips as he worked his hips harder, then released his hold on her. “It's the darker desires you have that disgust me as erotic as they may be.” Archie's eyes narrowed. He wasn't even close to finding his end, perhaps there had been too much talk, perhaps he truly was ill. He loved Vivienne, but he loved a lot things, though she was not a thing. <br><br>He closed his eyes as he moved to grab her hips, stopping her, as he shook his head. “I desire dark things as well, but I do not desire my own sex--” The fire in his eyes had shifted, it was raging now. “If I had known, I would have refused the betrothal. My father is not alive to force me to do..I did it because I saw you and I loved you, just as I said...” He was losing his words as he looked at Vivienne. “All I have done, I have done for you.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 06:03:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: the Greymore's guest room<br>With: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br>Vivienne was truly not prepared to hear all he was saying to her. He was disgusted by her? Here she thought the relief in his eyes mere seconds ago had hurt, his comment was another blow and it felt like she couldn't breathe.<br><br>She didn't care how he knew, her mind was revolving around that word. It would've changed his mind about marrying her? Was it really that big of a deal? The nineteen year old didn't understand. How could you be disgusted by someone and love them at the same time?<br><br>The fire in his eyes frightened her now and all she wanted was to get away from her husband. As soon as he loosened his grip on her, Vivienne ripped herself away from him and looked at him. Tears were in her eyes as she spoke. "I won't force you to share a bed with someone who disgusts you, Milord. I'll be taking my leave now." Vivienne snatched her dress up from the floor and worked at getting it back on. <br><br>She found her way out of their room and made her way outside to find Hank. Vivienne wasn't thinking about what she looked like right now, but she did try to calm herself down.<br><br>----&gt; to the Grounds thread&lt;---<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Upstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 06:29:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: Greymore's guest suite<br>With: open<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>Archie kept his mouth shut as Vivienne climbed off of him, redressed and left. “Was it something I said?” He knew he was being a jack ass, but he didn't care. He spoke to her, he never said that she would like what he said.<br><br>He laid there for a moment looking at the door as he closed his eyes, seemingly content. “And so it begins..so mote it be.” It was as he turned his head though that he caught a glimpse of himself on the mirror, “Oh Archie..do look at yourself..you devil.”
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