Behind Closed Doors
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				Title: <strong>Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 01:30:16</strong>
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				The skies over Aldridge Hall were a brilliant blue, with only a few stray wisps of cloud that did nothing to cool the beautiful spring morning that showed the promise of a glorious summer ahead. Up in the sky, a dark dor could be seen moving and growing slowly larger, and the small crowd bustling about outside the house was quickly making ready to receive the Lord of the Estate home, for the first time in over a year. <br><br>High above, the Aetheric Sloop <em>Maiden of Madras</em> was descending at a steady rate toward the landing ground. Resembling the tops of two Ironclad warships stuck together and a hundred feet long, it is hardly a thing of beauty- except to the eye of a veteran Voidsman, who would immediately know it for a ship outfitted with every advance that modern Aethernautics possesses. Most surprisingly, the register painted on the side shows that the <em>Maiden of Madras</em> is a privately owned ship, though such is not unheard of for the smaller ship classes.<br><br>Inside, William Moland Braithefield, 9th Earl of Aldridge moves the levers to adjust the rate and direction of descent once more. A bell chimes, and in the lower deck the two Trimsmen haul away, moving the sliding panels that cover the bottom of the ship. Made of Cavorite they allow the ship to defy gravity, and the amount exposed controls how much of a pull gravity has of the ship- or any given point of the ship- at any given moment. When he purchased the <em>Maiden of Madras</em>, he had a small landing field built outside his estate to save a steam-carriage journey from the nearest commercial field.&nbsp; On larger ships there would be half a dozen Naval Ratings and Petty Officers performing duties while the Captain simply gave orders, but on a small ship such as this the Captain is the Pilot and sole Bridge Officer. Checking the various brass-bound instruments set about the bridge, and verifying them with a glance outside, he sets his ship gently down on land.<br><br>Earth. England. Home. Though it feels less like Home every time he comes back, it seems. Since he joined Her Imperial Majesty's Royal Aetheric Navy at the age of 18, his heart has longed more for the exotic and dangerous lands of the ever-expanding British Empire than for the green fields of England, with the staid conventionality of it's society. He became Captain at the age of 26 through a combination of family connections and natural talent. And then his elder brother died with his wife and two children in a tragic Steam Carriage accident, leaving him as the new Earl. He left the Aetheric Navy and took up the title, and then appalled his family by purchasing a small Aether Ship and setting off to explore the wild edges of the Empire. For five years now, he had shirked what they saw as his duties for a life of excitement and adventure. <br><br>That was about to change, at least in part.<br><br>He the ramp lowers and he steps down, the crew- small by the standards of ships that don't have to worry about air running out- is left to stow the ship as he strides down to land, to meet the people assembled there.<br><br>Dressed in a jacket and pants of a colour and cut to resemble a Naval Officer's undress uniform, William Braithefield is a few inches over six feet tall. His face has the smooth and regular features that had seemed so handsome as to be almost pretty in his younger days, but his years outside of polite society have hardened this look. Now his grey eyes have a piercing quality to go with the sparkle, his handsome features have been weathered and on his left cheek scarred, and his slender build has filled out a little with lean muscle. His hair is half-way between blonde and brown, cut short, and probablyt only a few years away from the first fleck of grey.<br><br>His boots click steadily on the landing field as he approaches the group waiting for him. His Mother is there, and his sister, and several others he doesn't recognise. Including the one who is his reason for returning.<br><br>His Mother want an heir, a secure future for the family name. And so he has compromised with her so far as to be willing to take a wife and give her the grandson she wants. He has a photograph of the neck- covered up- and head of a young woman with a stern set to her face and downcast eyes, clearly a prudish and dutiful girl marrying where her family has sensed advantage. Of good stock but lacking a title, an Earl will be a real prize on the marriage market. They have exchanged letters via the girl's mother, where they exchanged polite formalities, and that it seems will be accepted as a courtship.<br><br>"Mother" he says, forcing at least the appearance of warmth into his voice. "It is so good to see that you and Jane are well. Jane, I hear I am an uncle once more."<br><br>He greets all those whose name he knows, and then is introduced to those he does not. And here she is, he barely notices as her mother is introduced first, he can't help but seek out the woman he's to be married to, seeing if his worst fears are to be confirmed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 02:24:55</strong>
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				(http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss157/XxTsukiyukuxX/red-hair-girl.jpg)<br><br>Vienne Dewhurst was sat in the parlour along with her mother, waiting the arrival of her future husband. “Will you sit up straight?” Her mother snapped at her daughter, this was a big day, she knew that if William didn’t like the look of her then all this preparation would have been in vain. <br><br>She picked up the cup saucer, looking at her mother out the corner of her eye as she straightened her back up. Vienne was barely 18 years old, she graduated finishing school the day after her 18th birthday, and now a week later she was sat in the parlour of her prospective husband’s house awaiting news of his arrival. Her dark red hair contrasted the dove grey dress she was wearing, if anyone else tried to wear the colour they looked like a maid but with her pale skin it was more startling then drab.<br><br>The door opened suddenly. “I am so sorry to keep you waiting…ah I see you have some tea…” William’s mother Eleanor waltzed into the room, she was like a whirlwind breezing into a room disrupting everything and leaving without a care. “…Well stand up girl, let me have a look at you.”<br><br>Vienne didn’t need telling twice, the prod from her mother made her jump. Placing the cup down on the table she stood up moving towards the formidable women, as she moved closer she felt her grab her hands. “Hmmm…well… You are entirely too thin.” She said her hands moving to Vienne’s waist, “Oh dear God…I cannot imagine you bearing more then 4 or 5 children…” She looked over at Vienne’s mother.<br><br>“I know…it’s terrible she gets it from her father’s side.” Eleanor smiled at the comment. “Well I suppose we only need one boy…the rest can be girls.” She laughed cruelly. “I must say that Vienne is the only girl of 5 brothers, so there is a strong male line, she will give you boys…if she doesn’t you can always send her home.” Her mother laughed, she felt surrounded by their cruelty. <br><br>Eleanor smiled, pulling a face as if to say <em>‘I might just do that.’</em> “I do hope they take William’s hair, this red is so…” She paused as if lost for words but the look on her face suggested that she was holding back something. “Menial…of course you pull it off... but I’d expect it more on a servant then on a future wife of the 9th Earl of Aldridge.”<br><br>Vienne kept a smile on her face but she was getting annoyed by the woman, she remembered her mother’s words <em>“Keep you’re mouth shut and get married, or else.”</em> She knew he mother well enough, the ‘or else’ was not an idol threat. “Hmmm, you are very short as well what are you, 5foot?” She asked actually expecting an answer. “5 foot 5.” Vienne spoke, but before she could say anything else the woman cut her off. “Well, hopefully the boys will inherit their father’s height; no one likes a short Earl.” She laughed as it was a huge joke, and it was, her own husband was barely 5ft8, and she had to be 5ft7 so in heels she would have towered over him.<br><br>There was a knock at the door, “I’m sorry to intrude, Your Ladyship, but the Earl has arrived.” A rather straightlaced and uptight man appeared in the doorway, a grimace on his face like he had just smelt something bad. “Thank you Winston.” Eleanor smiled grabbing Vienne’s wrist practically dragging her out the door, in her other hand was the locket she was given with his picture, it was poorly painted showing a sad and dowdy looking man. <br><br>Once outside she wished she had, had the foresight to pick up her shawl as the wind was picking up. “Oh my dear take my arm, I do not want you to blow away.” Eleanor smirked, she looked round trying to see a carriage when a flying machine appeared. She had never seen anything like it but she had heard of them. They were mostly used in the Navy but this one was smaller it seemed like a private ship. <br><br>Eleanor let go of her future daughter-in-laws arm moving to the front. Vienne slunk to the back of the group, half hoping that he might not see her or find her so unappealing that he would not marry her; it couldn’t possible be her fault that way.<br><br>The wind had picked up, lifting her hand to her face she tried to see the man that stepped off the machine but it was almost impossible. She watched as he moved closer until he is introduced to her mother and she gets pushed forward by some unknown person behind her. As she is pushed she trips over something landing squarely in his arms her head against his chest. Everyone gasps as she pulls back from him. “I’m sorry, I must have tripped over something.” She has her eyes on the floor trying to see the stick, or rock that she fell over, as she looks up at him her face is covered in her hair. She hears someone mutter; “she should have had her hair up’. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 02:38:39</strong>
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				The bright red hair waving in the wind is what first catches his attention. Like flames dancing in the breeze, it holds his eyes just as the fires burning in the hearth used to hold him enraptured in the winters of his childhood. His hands grasp her to keep her from falling, and as she regains her footing and draws back he is still close enough to look down at her. The pale face that finally stares up at him has bright blue eyes and full lips that look more sad than stern. And from this angle, he cannot help but notice how pleasantly filled the front of her dress is, despite the attempts of the sober cut of the cloth to hide womanhood like the black wraps he saw Muslim women wear in the north of India.<br><br>His thoughts not sufficiently collected to stop himself, he brushes her hair back out of her face as the wind catches it again.<br><br>"You would be Vienne?" he asks, feeling that he can't possibly believe it to be true. "The wind is a little high today, and the path to the landing field certainly not as smooth or well-kept as it could be. Here, lean on me as we walk back, I would not wish you to suffer any mishap."<br><br>He offers his arm for her to take hold of, and tries to work out how anyone could have contrived to make this girl resemble the drab creature in the photograph he was sent...
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 02:48:23</strong>
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				She looked at him, trying to ignore the feel of his hard body against hers, his strong arms holding her up as if she was nothing more then feather. She looked up at him, blinking slightly; this could not be the man that had the painting of. He was attractive, his tanned skin a pleasant change from the pale and sallow looking men of London, his hair was clearly lightened by the sun, and she let herself smile as she looked into his eyes, before remembering her place. <br><br>“I am Vienne.” She tried to force the smile from her face, she needed to keep impassive so show emotion was considered weak, and she got the feeling his mother was one slipup away from destroying her families’ hope of marrying up the social ladder.<br><br>He spoke again but she wasn’t listening she was too self conscious of the neckline of her dress, she knew that it was high enough not to cause offence, her dress was cut straight at the shoulders but as she fell into him it would have gaped slightly showing off her…corset that held her ample chest in place. This was another thing her mother hated, she was so thin but her breasts were sizeable they had to practically be bound in place otherwise people might think she was a lady of the night.<br><br>She took his arm. “Thank you.” She stole a look at him then down at the picture, this must have been the picture of the wrong brother. They made their way into the house and back into the parlour, followed by everyone that outside, they seemed to be staring at them wondering what they would say to each other. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:10:03</strong>
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				As they stroll back to the house making the polite small talk that is deemed fitting for such a situation, he can't help but notice her closeness. When she takes his arm, her breasts are big enough that he can feel something that even with all the layers of cloth between feels soft against his arm.<br><br><em>Well</em>, he thinks, <em>that's it settled as far as I'm concerned. Mother will just insist on someone worse if I say no. And this girl is so damned gorgeous that whatever else happens I'll enjoy filling her with heirs.</em><br><br>They return to the parlor, and he manages to maneuver her so that the two of them are sitting together, though far enough apart to preserve decency. The warmth in his polite words is not feigned when he addresses her. After the required round of polite inquiries into the health of all present and those not present but close, he starts to answer the inevitable questions about his last voyage.<br><br>"I had placed the <em>Maiden of Madras</em> at the service of the Royal Geographical Society, and we were exploring the highlands of Cydonia. A wild and untamed region, even for Mars- the Canal Princes barely dared venture there. But I would not wish to offend the delicate sensibilities of those ladies present by going further into what transpired there... Suffice to say that the borders of Knowledge, and the British Empire, have been pushed further.<br><br>"Now... Shall we proceed to the main matter at hand? I am here because it is proposed that I should marry Miss Dewhurst here. The important proposal needs to come from me, however, and I should like the opportunity to make her acquaintance in person before doing so.<br><br>"To that end, might the two of us retire to the Gazebo?"<br><br>It's not usually done to be quite to blunt about things, but the Gazebo is in plain sight of the Parlor through the window and will let them be alone together while still being chaperoned by their Mothers. With the same air of command that he learned in the service, he assumes their consent and stands, offering his arm to Vienne again.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:22:42</strong>
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				He sat her on a sat before sitting himself, the small talk was small and vague, she wanted to ask questions but she knew that with both their mother’s present it would be impossible, they would be strangers when they married. He started to speak about his voyage, the word Mars caught her intereste she had always wanted to go and see it for herself but she was never allowed she imagined that her husband would never leave England let alone the planet…so to hear that he was there…and in an unchanted place made her smile. Perhaps they would enjoy many adventures together…or perhaps more likely he would insiste that she stayed at home with the inevitable brood they would produce.<br><br>He spoke about the ‘matter at hand’ she hid her smile glad that he was taking the bull by the horns instead of pussyfooting around the issue of their marriage. He spoke about proposing, his mother was about to say something when he suggested the Gazebo. <br><br>She bit her lip knowing that it would be the first time that she would ever be alone with any man let alone her definite future husband. He stood up she followed taking his hand, she remembered her shawl this time, slowly heading outside she didn’t look at him. <br><br>Once at the Gazebo she smiled at him, “I must say your picture doesn’t do you justice…I fear a rival must have painted it so I didn’t know what you really looked like.” She smiled slightly her back to the house hoping that they couldn’t see her smile or hear her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:34:53</strong>
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				He moves her to the position he knows offers the best concealment from the house, and they settle down onto the bench that runs around the edge of the gazebo. Now they can see part of her back and part of his front, but the expressions on their faces and where two of their arms are will go unseen. He keeps hold of her hand even though they are seated.<br><br>"The painting? Oh, Lord God Above, don't say that Mother gave you that old thing! She never did take to photography, calls it a fad, and got my portrait painted. But there aren't the number of skilled portrait painters that there were when she was your age, and so the quality... Lacks somewhat."<br><br>He shakes his head.<br><br>"As for the photograph I was sent of you... If they had not proposed the whole thing, I would suspect our Mothers of conspiring to set us against marrying. But I find myself relieved on one front- my prospective bride is at least beautiful."<br><br>He looks at her admiringly as he says this. Her hair has come loose again, which was part of why he chose the gazebo, and he wonders what it might look like spilling free over pale, naked flesh...
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:45:43</strong>
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				Blushing she looked at him as she sat down. She felt his hand still holding her, she tried to break the ice speaking about the painting she was given showing him it. “I had to practically beg my mother to get he picture taken and even then I do not believe he gave me the right picture that looks more like my aunt.” She smiled. <br><br>Looking at him she was taken back when he said she was beautiful. “You think I’m beautiful?” She whispered, no one had ever called her that, acceptable was the best she was ever told…but beautiful, never. “I fear you must have me mistaken with someone else.” She whispered pulling her hand back away from him; he was being mean now, telling her things that would never be true. <br><br>She felt her hair come lose; looking at the floor she deftly fastened it back not wanting to look at him. “You said you were on Mars…what is it like?” She whispered trying to change the subject, she was sure that he was put off by her now, she had always been too nervous, but living with a mother who was critical of everything you did would make you nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:59:54</strong>
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				Could she truly be unaware of how she affected a man? Watching her, he decides that she can, and that this simply makes her more appealing.<br><br>"Mars is a strange place, with many dangers. But there is wealth and beauty there too, enough to make braving the dangers worthwhile. The sky is always like sunset, a brilliant red. The desert plains stretch for as far as the eye can see. And the great Canals wind through these barren wastelands, the land to either side like the Garden of Eden, full of strange plants and the cities of the Canal Princes. Gravity is less powerful on Mars, and so the towers of these cities are so tall and slender that you cannot believe they do not break and fall in the slightest wind.<br><br>"They have their own version of Cavorite there, a form of treated wood, and they build great Sky Galleons, painted all the colours of the rainbow and draped with silken banners, the size of this house and yet floating through the sky to make war on their rivals with the dozens of brass cannons they carry.<br><br>"Then there are the people. Human, yet looking even less like we than the natives of Africa or China. Tall, and slender, with pointed ears and skin the colour of blood. The scholars still do not agree how men can be found on all the worlds of the Solar System, some speak of God, some of parallel evolution, others of an ancient space-faring race, perhaps from Atlantis. And none has anything but elaborate tales to support their theories."<br><br>He looks at her, holding her gaze now he's managed to attract her attention with his tales and make her meet his eyes again.<br><br>"And I make no mistake regarding your beauty. I am not a stranger to the company of women, and in all my travels, in all the lands I've visited, still you would be held remarkable."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 19:34:34</strong>
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				She smiled at him softly, “I would….love to see Mars one day.” She bit her lip looking over at him. “Maybe…” She blushed she was sure that his mother would insist that he stays here so going out of the country would be unlikely, let alone off world. “There are other people that are not human?” She whispered, she had heard of them but she had never seen them, she had spent her time in school filled with English girls. “Have you been to any other planets? I always wanted to see more…I haven’t been away from England.”<br><br>She smiled at him as she looked up at him, she heard what he was saying about the him knowing a lot of women. “Oh…well um…thank you.” She whispered looking up at him. “I’m sorry; I’m not use to compliments.” She bit her lip looking up at him her fingers running through her hair. “I get the feeling that I’m just here to advance my families position.” She bit her lip looking up at him. <br><br>“What should we speak about?” She whispered her fingers running through her hair, her fingers twirling her hair. Looking up at him she bit her lip blushing slightly at him. “I think that when we go back in there, they would have picked out our wedding day already.”
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				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:33:21</strong>
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				"Picked the day? I suspect my Mother has already started making the arrangements when I sent word I'd be arriving to meet you. She doubtless saw the fact that I would have to accept you as my bride as a mere formality." He smiles suddenly. "Of course, I can see how such a thing could be believed. Turning down a young lady such as yourself would be a very hard thing for a man to do."<br><br>He watches her, sees her pale skin flushing slightly, her nervous mannerisms. He watches her face, so sad and wistful, until she smiles and then it's like the sun rising. <em>If she is agreeable</em>, he decides, <em>then I shall do this.</em><br><br>"Of course you are here to advance your family's position. And I am just here to see about providing an heir. One with the Braithefield name, for as much as my Sister would like me to stay a bachelor my Mother demands that the Lord Aldridge must be a Braithefield.<br><br>"Let us be realistic. We shall both be married, and have less choice than we would prefer as to who we are married to, even if I will have more choice than you. If we accept this to be so, then it follows that we must take the best spouse that is offered. While we have only just met, I find you are a girl I would consider courting even if your Mother had simply brought you over for tea. I doubt I shall see any potential wife as appealing, and doubtless there will be many worse. I also flatter myself that I am far from the worst man you could find yourself being offered to."<br><br>Using the hand that is hidden from the view of the parlor, he reaches out and takes her hand. Hers feels small and soft in his grasp, while his hand is calloused and strong.<br><br>"It would be foolish to speak of any great romantic love on such brief acquaintance. But if you are agreeable to us being married, then I shall endeavor to make it as happy union as we can manage. If not, then I shall not force you to marry if you are truly set against it."<br><br>He strokes his fingers, roughened by handling the control levers of his Aether Ship, across the smooth, soft skin in the back of her hands. His grey eyes look into her blue ones as he speaks the last.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 21:03:19</strong>
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				She smiled at him. “If I am honest my mother already has my wedding dress designed…because no matter what happens this summer I am to be married.” Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair, biting her lip slightly.<br><br>“Your mother did mention children…apparently she believes that I might only be able to have 4 or 5 children.” She smiled slightly, “And I come from a family of 5 brothers…I do not see why I cannot give you a child…if you wish to marry me.” She bit her lip looking at him. <br><br>“Less choice?” She smiled softly, “You seem to think that I currently have a choice…no the opposite in fact, when I get married I believe that I will end up with more choice rather then less.” Biting her lip she looked at him, “Who said that you aren’t the worst man?” She smiled teasing him. <br><br>Feeling his hand taking hers she blushed looking up at him, his skin was rough she frowned looking down at him. Turning his hand round she ran her fingertips over his feeling the rough skin. <br><br>“I believe that if I was turn you down I would be given to the next person my parents have in line.” She bit her lip. “I was thinking...perhaps we can come to an agreement. I want to see more of the world…and of others, and you want an heir… we can come to some sort of agreement. Perhaps we can even enjoy each other’s company.” She smiled biting her lip as she looked up at him.
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				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 21:09:43</strong>
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				"You desire to see the world- the worlds- which lie beyond the borders of polite English society, then?" He smiles. "I believe that can be arranged. That can, in fact, be arranged most easily.<br><br>"My Mother doubtless intends that I shall stay here with my new wife until a child is conceived, and will use that time to try and thrust me back into Society. I have no taste for such a plan. I believe that, instead, I might take my blushing bride on the Grand Tour, show her the Solar System. We shall grow to know each other, and it will be barely acceptable to Society. More importantly, none shall be able to gainsay us in this. We shall be Lord and Lady Aldridge, and our word shall be what decides matters."<br><br>He lifts her hand up and leans down to plant a slow kiss on the back, then gently squeezes it.<br><br>"I certainly have no objections to getting to know you better, Vienne. In all the ways that a woman can be known by a man..."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 21:21:54</strong>
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				She smiled at him. “Really? I’d love to see more.” She whispered biting her lip slightly as she looked up at him. “Believe me there is nothing in Society that is worth staying in one place and being bored to tears.” She bit her lip, smiled slightly.<br><br>“The whole Solar System?” She whispered, that would be so wonderful, she couldn’t imagine being able to fly through the solar system. Biting her lip she looked over at him, “It would be perfect.” She blushed looking over at him smiling slightly. <br><br>She liked the idea of being in control rather then taking orders from her mother, or his mother or anyone else for that matter. ‘What do you mean by ‘In all the ways that a woman can be known by a man?’” She frowned looking up at him, she didn’t like what he was suggesting, she knew that there were certain things that were…endured to produce children but other then that she knew little more.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 21:34:30</strong>
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				"What do I mean?" <br><br>He looks at her in surprise. while there are things a woman isn't meant to speak of, in his experience they will whisper and giggle to themselves in quiet corners of them anyway. While generally tame and often inaccurate, even the most well-bred society virgin should have <em>some</em> idea of what transpires between a man and a woman in bed.<br><br>"I speak of our wedding night, and the nights which follow. Your Mother must have told you of what occurs between husband and wife at such a time? Or perhaps she has not, she managed to convince you that you are not beautiful, so what else might she have told you...<br><br>"It is of no matter then. When we are married, I shall simply have one more thing to educate you in."<br><br>Seeing that this subject disturbs her, he decides to move to something else.<br><br>"Now, since we are to be married, we should perhaps know something of each other. Tell me of yourself, Vienne. Where have you lived, what have you done?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 21:58:56</strong>
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				Smiling she looked up at him her fingers running through her hair. “I do know what happened between a husband and wife…but they way you were speaking you seemed to suggest that there was more…then just…” She trailed off not knowing what to say next. <br><br>“My mother told me to…” She blushed wondering if she should say that. “…lie back and think of England…” She bit her lip blushing slightly, looking up at him she smiled softly, and feeling really stupid now. “I think the reason she convinced me that I was not beautiful is because she is sad about her own waning beauty.”<br><br>&nbsp;“I live about 2 days ride, to the north. It is a large country estate in the middle of moorland, it rains everyday and snows terribly in winter.” She smiled. “But for the past 4 years I was in finishing school and the 7 years before that I was in a private girls school, my mother did not want to be taught at home. I am the youngest of my family…and I think that my mother wanted me out of the house as soon as possible.” She blushed. “What about you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 22:13:16</strong>
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				"I had the man's version of your schooling at first. It likely differed less from yours than most would imagine. Hard-faced tutors who try to beat into their charges an obedience to the rules and morality of society. Being a younger son, my position did less to protect me than it might. But I remained steadfast in my belief that life had to offer something more. <br><br>"When I was your age, I was sent into the Service. I chose the Royal Aetheric Navy because I wished to see the new worlds being explored and colonised. I saw some little action against pirates and the like, but none of those have Aether Ships to match those of Britain and so it was exciting with little risk. My family's influence sent me to the post of Captain at a very young age, but before I had time to even take my new ship on a voyage word came that I was now the eldest and only son and heir, and that I must retire from the Service to pursue that life.<br><br>"I took up the title, of course, but then I purchased the <em>Maiden of Madras</em> and set out to resume the life my inheritance had interrupted. My Mother has been scheming and scolding ever since, and I decided that taking a wife would satisfy most of her complaints and let me continue as I was without her badgering."<br><br>He strokes her hand and smiles at her.<br><br>"Had I known what manner of bride she was attempting to marry me to, though, I'd not have fought nearly so hard against matrimony."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 22:47:24</strong>
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				She listened to him, smiling as he spoke about his time in the Navy, ofcourse she had little to compare with her experience. Looking up at him she bit her lip, as he carried on speaking about gaining his title and buying the Aethership that he had arrived on. <br><br>“I would pretend to know what you had gone through, my oldest brother is twice my age, his son is nearly my age so nothing was really expected of me…and if my family had a title I had 4 other brothers to get through before I would have a chance of seeing it.” She smiled biting her lip. <br><br>“I am glad that you fought your mother…for if you hadn’t you might be married already and I would be at the next man my mother wished to set me up with.” She smiled blushing slightly, “If we have a daughter, promise that we will not do this to her…I would rather she married for love then circumstance. I do believe that two people can fall in love with one another after years of being married…but I have seen many marriages where there is nothing there…no love…not even hate…nothing.” She sighed slightly.<br><br>“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound upset out our upcoming wedding…I just. Sometimes I just wish for more excitement.” She blushed, “Father always said that I should have been born a boy…I hunt far too well for a girl.” She giggled softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 23:03:20</strong>
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				"I cannot conceive of wishing to inflict such things on any child of my own. This desire to see children pushed into marriage, any marriage, would seem likely to end with our generation.<br><br>"I cannot promise that we shall love each other. But I can promise that there shall be affection, and I offer my sincere friendship. I am told that in marriage this can grow into love, and at least there will be no cool politeness."<br><br>He smiles again.<br><br>"Hunting, you say? It sounds as if your life has not been completely taken up with the dull and ladylike preparations for marriage that you told me of. Tell me more, I should know of what immodest indiscretions the woman I am to marry is guilty of. After all, who knows what sort of wanton or tomboy I might be engaging myself to here!"<br><br>He laughs and strokes her hand again to show he's not serious in this protestation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 23:11:41</strong>
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				She smiled as she looked at him. “I am glad that we feel the same way about marriage and our children…but I am well aware that this wont end with our generation…indeed a hundred years maybe but not within our lifetime. Unless there was some huge social upheaval.” <br><br>Looking at him she smiled, “Thank you, for being so kind and listening to me…I know that many men do not wish to hear women speak.” She smiled softly, biting her lip as he teased her for being a tomboy.<br><br>“Like I said before I have 5 brothers, it was easier for my parents to treat me like a boy until I was at school then learn how to be with girls.” She bit her lip. “I would hunt in the summer until 4 years ago, I fell from my horse and broke my arm…my mother banned me from being near horses or indeed to go outside with a parasol…it is hard to ride with a parasol.” She smiled. <br><br>“I use to climb trees, sail, ride, hunt.” She smiled. “All the things I was told to never tell you in case you thought I was a degenerate.” Biting her lip she smiled, “Now of course I prefer needlepoint and flower arranging.” She couldn’t keep a straight face laughing at the idea of enjoying those things.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 23:23:44</strong>
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				"A wild woman I've been offered to here. I can see I'll have to be mindful when we dress lest you steal the trousers from me and leave me to wear the skirts!<br><br>"I shall have to show you the hunting that can be had in the colonies. India, Africa and South America are all a day's travel by Aether Ship. And Mars, or Venus- these have truly exotic wildlife, and far stranger things to ride than horses. Though hunting there is not like chasing foxes here in England, you'd have to learn to fire a gun."<br><br>His grin is suddenly slightly devilish, despite her sheltered upbringing he can't resist a little flirting.<br><br>"Climbing trees, now, I can't see how that is supposed to put a man off you. Either flashing your undergarments or showing your legs in breeches... I'm sure I'd not object to either sight, though as your husband I'd object to another man seeing it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 23:31:48</strong>
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				She smiled at him. “Some men do wear skirts.” She grinned, “I’m sure that you’d enjoy the…breeze.” She giggled softly, “I shall have to see it the animals to believe them.” She grinned running her fingers through her hair. “I use to adept at clay pigeon shooting…now I really wasn’t meant to tell you that.” She blushed slightly.<br><br>Raising an eyebrow she smiled at him. “Well that I shall be sure to only climb trees, or flash my undergarments, when we are alone…” She giggled softly. She didn’t realise that the light was fading as much as it was looking back she realised that everyone was still staring at them.<br><br>“I fear we must go inside soon.” She sighed slightly. “So don’t you have something to ask me?” She giggled softly running her fingers through her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 23:38:54</strong>
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				"Indeed I do" he tells her.<br><br>He stands, and reaches into his coat pocket. He'd been given this ring, a family heirloom, when he became Earl. His Mother had presented it to him essentially as a very pointed hint that he find a girl to present it to. He'd taken it with him on his wanderings, telling his Mother that he wanted it at hand if he found a girl there. Not that he thought that likely, he just enjoyed letting his Mother lose sleep at the though of him coming back with some Chinese, Indian or Martian wife.<br><br>He takes Vienne's hand and moves so that they are both standing where the watchful eyes in the parlor can see them clearly. Then he opens the tiny box and goes down on one knee, offering the glinting diamond ring to her.<br><br>"Vienne Dewhurst, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 00:48:35</strong>
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				She smiled at him as he stood up moving them towards the window so that everyone could see, she saw the look on their mother’s faces and smiled. They were displeased but this was happening. As he took her hand and knelt down beside her she smiled slightly. <br><br>“Yes, if you promise to take me away after the wedding.” She smiled… “I think I need time to adjust to your mother.” She smiled teasing him slightly, as he stood up she leant in kissing his cheek softly.<br><br>“We should head back in.” She sighed looking at him ass she took his arm again heading inside the ring on show to everyone in the room to see. No one said anything there were some annoyed looks mainly from mother’s and his sister and few amused ones by the various guests that had arrived to see them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 01:01:20</strong>
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				"Good luck there" he tells her as they return to the parlor. "I'm not sure I ever adjusted to Mother. But I shall definitely spirit us away as soon as possible when we are married."<br><br>Entering the parlor, he stands so that they can all see her on his arm and the ring sparkling on her finger. Then after needlessly telling them that "Miss Dewhurst has done me the singular honour of accepting my proposal of marriage" he takes her back to the sofa they had occupied before. They do sit somewhat closer this time, since he decides they can get away with pushing the boundaries more with that ring on her finger.<br><br>"I must confess I had reservations about this marriage. But Vienne has quite dazzled me with her many charms" he tells their Mothers. Taking her hand, he proceeds to compliment Vienne's mother on what a beautiful, intelligent, well spoken girl she has raised. It's clear that he's declaring she's nothing like what her mother has told her, and yet given the situation he knows they'll both have little choice but to agree with the flattery. This was, after all, what they both hoped for- he simply suspects that they both expected Vienne to play the quiet puppet that they could reign him in with.<br><br>"So, Mother, when have you set the wedding day for? No, do not look at me so! I know you'll have planned things already, and made what arrangements you could make ahead of my arrival. You do have a knack for organising such events, I hope Vienne will make as fine a Lady Aldridge as you have done."<br><br>More flattery, more giving them what they want, while slipping in the fact that once they exchange vows then Vienne will be the Lady of the House and his Mother technically her guest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 01:26:35</strong>
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				Vienne smiled as they entered the room, she was happy that she was getting married and that she was getting on with him. He led her to the sofa sitting down beside her, her hand in his as he spoke to her mother. She heard the flattery and smiled seeing her mother’s face she heard was the compliments followed by ‘with no help from you’.<br><br>Biting her lip she looked over at him, as he asked his mother about the wedding day. “Oh yes…we were thinking a week on Saturday…Sunday weddings aren’t private…we have the cathedral set up and everything is arranged all you needed to do was propose and turn up.” She smirked slightly.<br><br>Her face fell when he called Vienne ‘Lady Aldridge’ that was her title and now she was giving it to her, it made her sick but she tried hard noto to say anything, at least she could be the Dowager Lady Aldridge. <br><br>“I do hope that this house will be blessed with tiny feet very quickly after the wedding…I would so love to see the next generation. She smiled slightly, patting her daughters arm as if a signal that it was to wind up her son. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 01:39:09</strong>
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				"So soon? I should not be surprised. And we shall do our best to begin providing an heir once we are wedded, I'm sure. Which shall mean that our honeymoon must begin immediately after the wedding, or within a week at the least."<br><br>He smiles as the sudden questioning looks, and manages to start speaking just in time to cut off his Mother.<br><br>"Yes, Vienne has spoken of a great longing to see all the distant places that I have described to her. Since having children will of course require a wife to settle down and attend to the welfare of her household, before any children are born is naturally the only time a wife will be truly free to make a Grand Tour. It would not do to miss such a once in a lifetime opportunity, would it?<br><br>"Travel broadens the mind wonderfully, and with the advent of Cavorite it is easier than ever to travel to the colonies. I think that more people should take advantage of this, for the colonies are Britain's wealth and future. If we, the ruling class, do not comprehend them and only hear second and third hand accounts, how shall the Empire be ruled effectively?<br><br>"I am unsure how long we shall be away. Until our first child is coming close, I think. Ah, is that dinner ready?"<br><br>Seeing the servant signaling that the evening meal is ready, he offers his arm to Vienne again and leads the way to the dining room. He is, after all, the man of the house even if Mother was accustomed to running things here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 02:03:45</strong>
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				She smiled at him as he cut his mother down to size arguing the need ot leave for a honeymoon around the stars. Looking up at him she was glad when they ahd no time to object, they would get children in time but she wanted to see the worlds and enjoy their lives first.<br><br>As he said dinner was ready he led her into the dining room. “I have no idea how you have the courage to say such things to our mothers…I applaud you.” She whispered looking into his eyes as she sat down next to him. <br><br>The next few days went smoothly they had no contact with each other, Vienne h dot suffer sever long conversations with her mother about behaving appropriately with her new in-laws as well as stressing the need for an heir…even if the first child is a girl it would show that she could atleast have children, before reminding her of one of her brother’s first wives who could not bare children. Vienne thought it best not to mention that she had heard that she now had 5 children to her second husband and that the blonde hair, blue eye boy of her brother looks nothing like him. <br><br>There was the rehersal dinner, an idea that was brought from America, she would have to endure a meal with their close family as they rn through the speeches. Part of her wished that they would just elope but she knew it would never work. Arriving at his house for the meal she was allowed to go ahead first since her mother was waiting for one of her brother’s to arrive at the house they were staying at. <br><br>Pulling up outside there was a lonely figure stood outside waiting for her carriage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 02:35:21</strong>
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				"It merely comes with having spent time outside the power of such people" he told her. "You'll surely find the resolve to do so yourself before long."<br><br>The days following the&nbsp; meeting were spent with him meeting all the "Right People" that he had avoided with his long absences. The preparations for the wedding also feature heavily, and he finds another reason to long for it to be done with. He thought that he'd escaped any need to be fitted for clothes, since he intended to wear his Naval Dress Uniform, but his Mother had a new one ordered that while fitting within regulation cost ten times what his old one had.<br><br>William has sent word out to some of his friends from the service as well, so that the few who are stationed on Earth can arrive at the wedding. The telegrams sent are all filled with condolences, since they know how he'd striven to escape his family's matrimonial schemes. But he knows they'll change their minds as quickly as he did when they actually meet Vienne.<br><br>A formal dinner has been arranged for the Sunday before the wedding, the sort of affair where his Mother simply tries to cram as many important people into the dining hall as possible. At least he'll get to see Vienne again, he finds it vexing that he can't get a chance to see the girl he's going to marry. He knows she's staying at the Slingsby place, her Mother having been an old friend of the Slingsby Matron, and the temptation to simply take his ship's Sky Launch out there has been strong. Perhaps he should anyway, he suspects Vienne would like a chance to experience flight.<br><br>Hoping to steal a few moments alone, William has been sitting in the parlor with the servants at the door instructed to show Miss Dewhurst in to see him once she arrives. This late at night other guests have been gathering in the Drawing Room instead, which is by the dining hall. He stands quickly as he hears the door open, and smiles as he sees the servant show Vienne inside.<br><br>"Thank you, Hobson" he says before gesturing that they should be left alone. He's been making an effort to recall the names of the servants, his officer days having taught him that simple courtesies like that mean a lot to the people a man commands.<br><br>"Vienne" he says, smiling. "It is so good to see you again. I thought to steal you away for a few moments alone before dinner, we shall have no such opportunities during or afterward. I must say, I had begun to fear I did not recall your beauty correctly. Surely, I told myself, I am merely embellishing what I remember- and the only reminder to memory I have is, less than accurate. But here you stand, radiant as a dream..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 15:10:39</strong>
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				A servant met her, she was wearing a demure dark blue dress, her hair was pinned back but left to curl over her shoulder. She was directed into a room, as the door was opened she saw that William was there, she smiled softly looking up at him. He thanked the servant. “I get the feeling that our parents would not approve of us dining alone so I must assume that you are trying to steal me away.” She smiled teasing him.<br><br>Hearing him speak about her beauty, she smiled. “I think that you might have mistaken me for someone else.” Looking over at him she moved closer to him. “I am glad that we can spend some time together.” She smiled. “Considering we are to be married soon. I was sure that we would not see each other until our wedding day.” <br><br>She smiled at him, taking his hand she moved to the sofa sitting down. “I’m glad that you weren’t dreaming.” She bit her lip looking up at him, her fingers running through her hair. “Otherwise the indignity I spend getting a new a wedding dress was just for my mother’s fun.” Looking at him she smiled, “I tried to send a note but it seems impossible to write to my future husband.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 15:24:25</strong>
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				After sitting down beside her he lifts her hand to his lips and kisses it again. He truly has been thinking of this girl ever since he met her, though perhaps not in the way a demure maiden would wish him to. He's rarely met a woman he desired to take to his bed as much as this one, and the knowledge that he'll have his way with her next week sets his veins burning.<br><br>"They do seem intent on keeping us apart, now our consent is given. Perhaps they fear we would quarrel."<br><br>He takes the time to admire the way she looks in the dim light of the gas lamps and fireplace. Pale skin and dark red hair, he decides, are a combination that looks equally appealing by day or by night. He feels a thought begin to tempt him, but crushes it for now.<br><br>"I shall have to arrange for a longer assignation with you next week. I have been thinking that I could simply fly to meet you in my Sky Launch. Would you like me to steal you away for a day and take you flying? It would hardly be appropriate, of course, but with your reputation compromised by a day spent alone with a man, I'll just have to do the honorable thing and marry you afterward."<br><br>He gives her a wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 15:42:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;She smiled as he kissed her hand, looking over at him she smiled “Perhaps they think we will realise that we secretly hate each other.” She giggled softly. <br><br>“You wish to sneak out with me?” She gasped looking up at him. “You will have to marry me…or perhaps you mother will not allow the wedding since I will have tarnished my character... or so they would think.” She smiled looking at him, running her fingers through her hair she giggled softly.<br><br>“I would love to go flying with you.” She smiled her fingers running through ehrahir. Looking up at him she smiled. “IT is a shame that we cannot run away now…we could become better acquainted.” She bit her lip wishing that he would kiss her but she knew that it would be impossible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 15:52:36</strong>
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				"I believe that I can escape from any obligations that I have on Wednesday. I shall arrive at the Slingsby House in the morning. It is probably best to give your mother no warning in advance of what we plan, but you should wear sensible shoes and a warm dress. It can be chilly in the heights, no matter how warm the day."<br><br>He moves, shifting a few inches closer so that his thigh just touches hers, and leans down a little toward her face. He decides to indulge the temptation he's been feeling, at least a little.<br><br>"It might be improper, but I find my desires have been inflamed by your presence and my wits intoxicated by your beauty so that I no longer care. I told myself it would be wrong to take advantage of being alone with you like this. But I am going to steal a kiss from you anyway."<br><br>William's voice had slowly dropped to a low whisper, and his face moved slowly down toward her so that she can feel his breath on her lips when he speaks the last words. His arm slips around her shoulder to draw her closer, and his lips descend onto hers.<br><br>Despite the desire to grab her and unleash his full hunger on her, he manages to make the first kiss soft and tender. His lips brush hers, letting her feel it and start to respond, before he begins to put a little passion into it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 16:17:01</strong>
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				Biting her lip she smiled at him. “I’d love to escape from you…I would love to go flying with you.” She smiled as he moved closer she was still holding his hand squeezing slightly she bit her lip.<br><br>Looking at him she heard watched him move closer to her. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled. Looking up at him she heard him say that she was going to kiss her, smiling she looked at him, his face was inches from hers. “Oh…” She whispered his lips pressing against hers. <br><br>Closing her eyes she felt his lips pressing against hers. Sighing softly she felt his lips brushing harder against him, moving closer to him she smiled sighing softly. She felt him pressing against her harder pulling her closer to him. Her hand pressing against his chest as she pulled back taking a few seconds to gather herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 16:23:51</strong>
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				He lets her withdraw, not wanting to overwhelm her with his lust. Not here, where they could be interrupted. The trip alone together will surely be a test of his resolve though.<br><br>"Everything politely arranged by out Mothers, everything tidy and respectable. I think it only right we indulge an illicit liaison while we have the chance. It proves we're not just doing this for duty or lack of choice."<br><br>He strokes her cheek, and brushes her hair with his fingertips.<br><br>"Your lips are as sweet as I had imagined them" he tells her. "Would you let me taste them a little longer, before we must leave for dinner?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 19:59:41</strong>
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				She blushed looking at him hoping that he didn’t think she was wanton or corrupt. Blushing she ran her fingers through her hair. “An illicit liaison what do you mean?” She whispered looking at him frowning. “I’m glad that we can spend some time together without our mothers….not that this will last long.” She whispered.<br><br>She felt his fingers on his cheek and through her hair. “I…um…I suppose.” She whispered looking up at him, moving towards him she brushed her lips against his wondering if she was doing it right.<br><br>Slowly she took his hand moving closer to him, her fingers laced with him as she closed her eyes. Smiling she kissed him back deeply “Hmmm.” She sighed softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:16:28</strong>
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				He kisses her back, feeling a glow of satisfaction and need as she deepens the kiss, as she starts to move things further. Too many men will foolishly try to push a woman into what she doesn't wish to do. To seduce a woman, you must tease her until <em>she</em> is the one who wants more.<br><br>His arm is around her shoulder again, and he draws her close, so he can feel her breasts press against his chest, seeming large and firm even through her corset and other layers. He gently parts her lips with his tongue and flickers it against hers, teasing and drawing back, seeing if she will follow his lead.<br><br>He keeps kissing her for what seems an age, until he manages to draw himself back from her.<br><br>"I see we shall have more to enjoy on our flight together than conversation and friendship. While I would not have you reach your marriage bed as anything but a virgin"- <em>not when I have but a week to wait at least</em>- "we shall certainly have time to explore further than most would think proper. Assuming that it is your wish we do so, of course."<br><br><em>Leave it to her. Let her spend the days between remembering what passed here over and over. Let her try to imagine what lies beyond, what 'more' entails. Then have her come eager to his arms on Wednesday. And after that... Even more eager to their marriage bed.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:43:38</strong>
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				She almost pulled back as he drew her closer, she could feel his hard toned body pressing against her. Closing her eyes she sighed softly as his tongue invaded her mouth teasing over hers. As he pulled back she moved closer to him kissing him back deeply. <br><br>She felt him pulling back, blushing she looked up at him. “Oh…um…” She blushed hoping that she wasn’t bright red, biting her lip she smiled slightly. He spoke about the flight and enjoying more but not taking her virginity she bit her lip. Vienne kept her eyes on him not sure what was going to happen, biting her lip she blushed heavily. <br><br>“I guess we should join the party.” She bit her lip looking over at him, “Before people come looking for us…I’ve known girls being forced to join the nunneries for doing less then this.” She whispered biting her lip, wondering what was going to happen on Wednesday.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 21:00:09</strong>
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				"Yes" he replies. "We should go now. There will be another time, when we have no need to fear interruptions."<br><br>He stands and helps her up, before offering his arm and leading her toward the drawing room.<br><br>"No need to fear a nunnery, though. Your Mother, I feel, would never risk endangering this marriage. And even if she did, at this highest level of society giving a daughter to the Catholic Church would be almost as disgraceful as having her thought a scarlet women. Better a discreet harlot than an open Papist!"<br><br>He chuckles, and soon they hear the sound of conversation growing up ahead. He enters the drawing room and greets the guests there, the women in gowns which are expensive, yet in keeping with the fashion of the times by being darker in colour and very concealing.<br><br>"Yes, I fear I could not resist snatching a few moments alone with my bride to be, though I am sure that none can hold my doing so against us. I find I am so smitten that I begin to forget the conventions in her presence. We must be thankful that she is of such a high moral character and good sense, so that at least one of us is mindful of propriety."<br><br>They have time to introduce all the guests, but only barely. Politeness dictates that they exchange a few moments of conversation with each new acquaintance, and she hasn't met most of this group. Mainly this is because they occupy the next step up the social ladder from the Dewhursts, as William has pointed out her mother isn't going to risk having this marriage called off for anything.<br><br>Then they are told that dinner is ready, and shown into the dining hall for the first course to be served.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:18:28</strong>
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				She smiled at him as she took his arm heading towards the drawing room. “Are you calling me a harlot, Sir?” She raised her eyebrow at him teasing him slightly. “If I am a harlot…what are you?” She pouted at him slightly looking at him.<br><br>As he spoke about stealing a moment with her she heard a murmur around the room, but she ignored them. She was introduced around the room between them all, she smiled politely trying to remember everyone’s names, but knowing that it was impossible.<br><br>The dinner went by too quickly, she barely had time to speak to anyone as her mother announced that they should go home. She barely had time to say goodbye to him before she was whisked away, before she was taken she smiled and whispered. “Until Wednesday.” She smiled, before heading home quickly.<br><br>It seemed to be an age before Wednesday arrived, she was dressed early wearing a warm dark red dress, and heavy walking boots. She made a pretense that she was going to walk around the grounds when she heard the ship approach, smiling she watched as it touched down, heading onto it quickly she smiled at him. “Good day.” She smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 15:00:19</strong>
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				William has been anticipating the coming escape just as eagerly as his fiance. He managed to find who among the servants he could make a request of without having his mother told, and had the crew of the <em>Maiden of Madras</em> make the launch ready for him. These preparations made, he had merely to announce his intended departure at the end of breakfast, then march outside. The launch was waiting for him, the boiler heated up and ready for immediate departure, and getting aboard he finds the picnic hamper and other supplies he'd requested have been placed there already. Tipping the crew and servants a couple of sovereigns to make up for the trouble his mother would doubtless make for them after this, he adjusts the Cavorite panels and has begun to drift up into the sky by the time the pursuit reaches them.<br><br>The Sky Launch is a small vessel that Aether Ships often carry. Intended for transporting people and cargo about when it would be a bother to have the entire ship moved, it is twenty feet long and eight feet wide with a single open-topped deck. The deck itself can be divided into thirds, with the rear third holding the steam turbine that powers the air screws to propel the vessel. The middle has a raised platform where the steering and navigation instruments are held, with banks of large, heavy levers to either side of it. The front of the launch is where any passengers are meant to be, with a bench to sit on and a large trapdoor which leads to a dark, cramped cargo area underneath.<br><br>He is kept busy for the journey. While the launch is small enough that it can be handled by one person, that one person will be kept running from the steering and navigation to the trim levers to the boiler and back again the whole time. Landing is something that especially shouldn't be tried alone by anyone not as experienced as he is. He had considered bringing one of the crew to act as Trimsman, but finally decided any company would be unwelcome. At least the weather turned out fine, rain would make a trip in the open-topped launch much less appealing. Though he suspects that Vienne, unlike most women, might have wanted to fly anyway.<br><br>He finds a flat area large enough to land near to the Slingsby house, and brings the launch round. Running quickly back and forth, he brings the launch to a stop then adjusts the trim to let it sink down toward the ground at a rate that won't damage the launch or gouge a hole in the Slingsby's lawn. He halts the descent and sets the ship to neutral trim just above the ground. This might pose a problem if snatching any other woman, but Vienne has already admitted to unladylike tree-climbing. He reaches the high railing surrounding the deck, opens a section and drops the rope ladder down to the ground.<br><br>Looking about, he grins as he sees a female in a dark red dress hurrying toward him.<br><br>"Good day to you too, Miss Dewhurst. I'm afraid that setting down properly and deploying the boarding ramp would mean we linger here longer than we probably should, so I fear we must see if you are still nimble at climbing."<br><br>He stands by the top of the rope ladder ready to haul her up when she reaches him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she saw the small vessel approach, she ahd little time to get down to the field he was landing in before her mother was aroused. Biting her lip she watched him get close throwing down a rope ladder. Hurrying towards the ship she saw him and smiled. <br><br>Looking up as she arrived underneath she smiled, “Good day.” She smiled, grabbing the rope she started to climb slowly until she was on deck. Looking back she could see her mother and the owners of the house rushing out to see what was happening. <br><br>“I get the feeling that we aren’t going to be very popular…” She smiled softly looking up at him. “So where are we going?” She smiled, she moved closer to him, “I’d give you a hug but you seem to be busy keeping this thing in the air.” She smiled her attention was drawn to the side as they seemed to be flying quickly somewhere. <br><br>Smiling she looked back at him, her fingers running through her hair. “I’ve been looking forward to this day for so long.” She smiled warmly. <br><br>((Sorry for the short reply, I wasn't sure what else to say.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:50:20</strong>
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				After pulling her aboard her quickly hauls up the rope ladder and secures the rail before he starts pulling the trim levers. The launch quickly starts to gain height, and he sets the air screws going once more to start the craft moving forward. With the engine, the air screws and the wind it can be noisy. While not having to yell, William seems to have learned to pitch his voice loud enough that he can still be heard.<br><br>"We are going wherever our whims might take us. I know of few places I could take us, and so decided we shall wander the skies seeking a place which looks pleasant enough for us to land and have a long, lazy luncheon alone together. Then we shall fly back again."<br><br>He can't keep a smile off his face as he looks at her. Once again her fingers are toying with loose strands of her hair- does she know how that hair demands attention, or is it simply habit?<br><br>Once they have gained height and leveled out, he has a few moments with nothing requiring his attention. He takes advantage of this to wrap his arms about her and give her a long, deep kiss. He regrets that he can't feel much of her though his aeronaut's coat, but consoles himself with the fact that they'll be along together on the ground later.<br><br>He opens the trap door and disappears down briefly before emerging with a battered and utilitarian-looking suitcase.<br><br>"There is some aeronaut's clothing in there, which I think is of a size for you. If you put that on, I can ascend higher and begin instruction. This Launch usually needs two people to operate, but only one really needs to know what he is about. We have three hours until noon, and I thought that you might like to spend the time before lunch learning to fly a Sky Ship."<br><br>The suitcase holds a long coat of heavy leather lined with fleece, a hat with flaps for the neck and ears of the same, some goggles and a pair of gloves. All are clearly meant for durability rather than fashion and seem worn already. William is already attired in this manner, and it seems this is what people who do this wear. Though he chose the smallest of each that his ship had, he sees that they are still a size too large for Vienne.<br><br>"We shall have to find some better-fitting one for our tour" he tells her, chuckling at the slightly comical yet admirably defiant look of her. "Now, I shall take us high enough we need not worry about thermals and then I shall begin showing you what needs doing..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 00:47:31</strong>
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				She smiled as she looked at him watching him move levers and press buttons and rush round. Biting her lip she smiled slightly, despite being dressed warmly she was aware that the higher they went the colder she would be. She smiled as she listened to him hearing him over the sound of the engines. “Do we have to fly back?” She bit her lip, smiling at him.<br><br>She played with her hair out of nerves; if her hands were in her hair then they weren’t fiddling around with anything else. Smiling, she looked at him as he steadied the ship, feeling his arm around her she pressed herself against him kissing him deeply. Smiling she ran her fingers through his hair reluctant to let him go.<br><br>Biting her lip she blushed heavily at him, he pulled back talking about her needing better clothing. She watched as he pulled out a suitcase. “You want me to help you fly this?” She smiled looking up at him, “If you think I can.” She giggled softly, he pulled out some items she smiled, she pulled the coat on with his help, and followed by the hat which she pushed her hair into, and the goggles and gloves. <br><br>It was all clearly too big for her making her look like a child playing dress up, blushing she fastened the coat pulling it tight around her by the belt in the middle. “I think this needs to be resized…if we’re going to do this more often.” She giggled looking at him. <br><br>“Alright…let’s…um…go.” She giggled biting her lip slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 01:10:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks adorable in her oversized clothes and with her mixture of eagerness and nerves. Making sure they're on a straight path at a high altitude, he gestures for her to step up to the helm.<br><br>A raised platform two-thirds of the way down the vessel if you started from the rear, it is clearly where the commander of the launch would normally stand. In front of her is a wood-and-brass panel that is set with several cranks and gauges. Similar panels are to either side. One has an even larger number of gauges and dials, and the other has a glass-fronted case holding a map securely behind it with a compass and other stranger instruments beside it.<br><br>"Don't be alarmed by all the instruments, usually you don't need all of this. For now, you just need to worry about these."<br><br>He indicates the four cranks and two levers in front of her.<br><br>"The engine behind us drives the two air screws which propel us forward. The controls on each side are each for one screw. The cranks will move them, one up and down the the other left to right, and the lever will shift gears to increase or decrease the speed. Observe..."<br><br>He cranks one around a couple of times, and she can see one of the two spinning air-screws behind them shift slightly. He points to one of the instruments, and she can see that it has moved to show where the screw is now positioned. He cranks it back again.<br><br>"Now, I shall call out to you to adjust them as we go. A full rotation of the crank is a one point adjustment, and each black line here is one point. So, 'Starboard screw up five points' is..." <br><br>He shows her, then shifts it back.<br><br>"Now, let's begin."<br><br>He begins yelling the orders out, and moves to pull the trim levers as they go. Looking up at them, an observer would think the launch was meandering about with a drunk at the helm, but he's moving the screws about in every combination to make sure she can see what direction each will move them in.<br><br>"Like shooting a gun or riding a horse, the basics are simple. After that, it's all down to practicing until you can do it by instinct."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 01:49:07</strong>
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				Biting her lip she moved towards him getting up on the platform next to him, smiling she listened to him about the controls. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled at him, she played with the instruments getting a feel for them before he shifts back and he starts giving ideas.<br><br>Looking at him she smiled at him, they were moving them round; biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. “How am I doing?” She giggled, as she said that the ship lists to the side she quickly moves the control to straighten them out. “Sorry.” She smiled.<br><br>After an hour or two of flying he directs her towards a hill, setting the ship down on the grass she smiles at him. “This place is lovely.” She smiles, pulling the goggles, hat and gloves off she walked toward shim wrapping her arms around him softly, looking up into his eyes she kisses him softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:04:55</strong>
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				He adjusts the trim as she moves the launch in to land. He spotted the hill as they passed, and it looked as good a spot as they were likely to find anywhere. Miles from any town, facing the noon sun and with the prevailing wind blowing at the reverse slope, with what would probably be a marvelous view into the valley below.<br><br>She's been doing a very good job with the helm. She grasps the basics quickly, and seems to very quickly catch on to how many points of adjustment make for how big a turn. It seems he's found a regular co-pilot.<br><br>Setting the ship down, he sets the trim to give it enough weight to hold the ship in place. He turns to see she's already been stripping her heavy aeronaut's gear off, and finds her embracing and kissing him. He returns both embrace and kiss most eagerly, spending several minutes enjoying the softness of her lips and tongue.<br><br>Breathless, he draws back smiling.<br><br>"You're doing very well, Vienne. You'd be a contender for top of the class if you had enrolled in the Naval academy. I'll have to make you my regular co-pilot. If I show you a little more each time, you'll be at Naval standard before you know it. Though despite the rumours amongst the Army, Naval ratings don't usually become quite so affection with each other after a flight as we seem to."<br><br>He kisses her again, then steps back to remove his own aeronaut's coat, revealing his slightly rumpled day clothes underneath. Then he deploys the ladder and moves to the trap door, disappearing down to emerge with a large rolled-up blanket which he hands to her.<br><br>"I've packed a hamper for us, so if you go and pick a spot I'll be along with lunch."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:21:24</strong>
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				She smiled at him as he told her she would be top of the class. “Well if our wedding doesn’t go through I might join the Navy…I’m sure if I show them how good I am they might let me in. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly at him feeling his lips against hers again. <br><br>“Hmmmm.” She giggled softly looking up at him, he grabs a blanket, he hands it to her. She lets it drop to the ground before she heads down the rope ladder. Smiling she sets the blanket down sitting down on the grass before looking over at him as he gets down the ladder himself. “So what did you bring for lunch?” She giggled looking up at him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Smiling she lays back on the blanket her hands behind her head. “Hmmmm.” She smiles stretching slightly, enjoying the noon sun shining down over her. “I wish this was the middle of summer…I could wear less.” She smiles… “No must les…but less.” She giggled softly looking up at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:31:31</strong>
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				He carries the hamper down the ladder with some effort, but little difficulty- he's clearly been used to carrying things onto and off the airship. He places it down by the blanket, then sits beside her.<br><br>"Miss, Dewhurst, that last remark could almost be taken as you trying to entice me! For shame, you wanton hussy!"<br><br>The grin on his face shows he certainly doesn't disapprove of this, and his eyes follow her as she stretches. <br><br>Asked in advance to prepare the hamper, the kitchens as Aldridge Hall certainly haven't disappointed. Opening the hamper and then the boxes within, he lays out a couple of plates with several types of small sandwich, tiny pies and pastries, cold meat slices and cheeses. Another has fresh fruit and small cakes. Finally he takes out a bottle of wine and two crystal glasses.<br><br>"I hope this meager fare is not displeasing to my Lady" he says, opening the bottle. "My soon-to-be Lady, at least."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:56:02</strong>
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				She smiled at him, sitting up she pulled an innocent face at him. “I have no idea what you are trying to say Sir. I was merely saying that if it was warmer I could wear a lighter colour and lighter material dress…if your ears and mind heard something…sordid then it is entirely your fault.” She smiled at him as she gave him a wink. As she stretches she arches her back, it was not to entice him infact she had no idea that how she was moving could stir any illicit feelings in a man.<br><br>Sitting up she looked into the hamper… “Crystal?” She smiled… “I know that it’s meant to be&nbsp; sign of wealth but on a picnic…they are just begging to be broken…” She smiled. “We have these glasses from that material…what is it called… “Plastic…damn hard to break...genius idea.” She smiled. She watched as he opened the bottle. Moving beside him she smiled. “Definitely not disappointing…but then again the day is still young…I could still be disappointed.” She giggled teasing him.<br><br>She picked up a plate… “So shall I be mother?” She smiled as she starts putting a bit of everything on the plate before handing it to him. “You’d better eat it all or no desert…” She smiled picking up the glass taking a sip of the wine.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 10:33:28</strong>
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				The girl, he decides, is either a very talented tease or completely naive. The sight of her arching her back and emphasising her breasts has his eyes dropping to her chest, again wondering what they'll look like naked. Then he manages to pull his eyes back to her face, and sees that she hasn't noticed. Any woman who did that purposefully would have been watching to make sure he'd noticed, surely?<br><br>"I'm familiar with the sturdy qualities of plastic, most Naval vessels, aerial or otherwise, use them now. But privately? I'm sure my Mother would have a fit at the thought of us drinking from anything so pedestrian! The sole concession is to use new crystal in such situations, and save the 18th century heirlooms for such formal events as the dinner you attended."<br><br>He begins to dutifully eat with a resigned "yes, dear" and a grin. Then he leans closer, so he is touching against her side, and whispers into her ear.<br><br>"Because I've been anticipating... Dessert... Since we last met, and I'd surely not want to risk being denied it."<br><br>He steals a quick kiss before he leans back and resumes eating, with an innocent expression once more on his face, even if it doesn't reach his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 22:30:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him having no idea what she was doing could be considered to be enticing. Biting her lip she looked at him listening to him speaking. “I think we should have an entire dinner service out of plastic and have dinner on it every week with you mother…just to annoy her.” She smiled. <br><br>Handing him the plate she yawned slightly stretching as she took a bite of her sandwhich smiling at him. Kneeling to the side she leant against him, looking in the box she smiled, “It seems as if there just a bit of cake.” She smiled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled. “I’m not going to deny you a little bit of cake.” Running her fingers through her hair she smiled.<br><br>“So, my future husband, are you glad that you met me?” She smiled whispered before taking a large bite of the food.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 23:46:53</strong>
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				He chuckles.<br><br>"I had in mind something sweeter than these cakes. A soft and tempting treat I've had my eyes on. I know that I'm not supposed to cut into this tender morsel until Saturday. But when such a delightful temptation inflames my senses and stimulates my appetite, I find I want to have just the tiniest nibble n0ow, just a taste of what awaits me..."<br><br>He chews on a pastry while letting her reaction to his words sink in.<br><br>"I am indeed glad to have met you. Had there been no arrangement of marriage, had we simply met at some dull society function- I think I would have pursued and courted you anyway. I desire you, Vienne. You are soft and demure, yet underneath passionate and capable. You catch my interest in so many ways, not simply for your body- which is enticement enough by itself."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 00:19:11</strong>
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				She bit her lip as he spoke about the ‘delightful temptation’ running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “You desire me?” She whispered looking up at him. “Why?” She frowned, she always through that desired women were attractive and glamorous but she was none of those, she was plain and unusual.<br><br>“What are you doing to do?” She whispered smiling softly at him. “You would have pursued me?” She bit her lip. “I’m sure that there are more attractive women then I.” She smiled biting her lip, running her fingers through her hair. <br><br>She listened to him blushing heavily, she looked away from him not entirely believe him. Biting her lip downing her glass.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 00:35:08</strong>
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				He can't help but shake his head at her response, as he takes a sip of his own wine.<br><br>"Vienne, I cannot fathom how you might come to believe that you are not beautiful and desirable. Have you no mirrors in your home? Is this merely what your mother tells you? You must truly not have known the company of men since you blossomed from a child into womanhood, because if you had, each one of them would have told you the same as I do.<br><br>"I can also assure you that it would be a hard thing indeed to find a woman more attractive than you. I have visited dozens of lands on three worlds, seen women of every race and complexion. I find I am hard-pressed to think of even a handful who can equal you, and none who I would say surpass you."<br><br>He leans over and places his hand under her chin, turning her face back toward him. He gives her a long, slow kiss, then keeps their eyes locked together as he speaks again.<br><br>"I can give many reasons why, if pressed. Your skin, smooth and pale and soft and glowing with youth and health. Your hair, like fire, so bright and like fire so seemingly unruly as well. Your lips, looking so plump and inviting, a kiss waiting to happen. The nervous way you bite your lip and glance aside, toying with your hair, seeming so childlike and innocent, so alluring on a woman who is clearly no child, making a man wish to protect you from any save himself. Or the way even the tight corsets you wear, too tight I suspect, cannot hide the marvelously large swell of those breasts or stop a man dreaming of what they might look like loose and naked.<br><br>"What am I going to do? When we are done eating I am going to take you in my arms and draw you down onto this blanket with me. Then I will kiss you, and touch you- my hands will roam in all the places they ought not to. And more- I shall do whatever more I can persuade you to let me do to you."<br><br>He draws back and picks up the wine bottle, gesturing at the glass she drained in her nervousness.<br><br>"More wine?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 01:57:53</strong>
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				She smiled blushing slightly, “I was at an all girl’s school…the only men there were the teachers and they were at least a million years old.” She bit her lip blushing as she looked up at him. She blushed at his compliments as he said she was more beautiful then women on 3 worlds. “You’re just being kind.” She whispered looking up at him, smiling she ran her fingers through her hair.<br><br>Listening to the reasons why she is beautiful she looked up at him. “I hear you talking about my many qualities that I believe that even I cannot live up to the praise you lay upon me.” She smiled giggling softly, her fingers running through her hair. “As for my breasts…well… decency dictates that I be a modest and prudish.” She smiled.<br><br>Hearing what he was going to do she blinked looking up at him. “Oh my.” She whispered running her fingers through her hair. “That sounds to be very indecent…I feel I must give you a verbal warning…in case someone was to see I can apportion the blame squarely on your shoulders.” She smiled as she accepted some more wine. “I fear I might need the entire bottle.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 02:14:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He pours the glass for her, and smiles, an effort of will managing to stop it becoming an outright grin. Her 'verbal warning' came with no protests against his actions, and no hint that she intended to prevent him from going further than a well-bred young lady ought to.<br><br>"I understand your position and will respect your apportioning of the blame as the price should such an unfortunate event come to pass" he tells her gravely. "I can give you assurances, too, that I believe your fiancee will likely agree that such blame is rightly mine and not break his engagement to you."<br><br>They continue eating for a time, her nervous embarrassment seeming to leave her at a loss for words and he content to simply watch her. Once she's had her maidenhead taken and been awoken to the pleasures a female body can feel, once she comes to believe she's as beautiful as he says she is...<br><br>He starts to lose himself in fond imaginings of what this coltish child-woman might blossom into, and decides to raise another matter. They are alone, after all, and best they have this discussion when he is not impatient to start thrusting into her after the wedding. He's not sure how long he could wait.<br><br>"Since you seem more comfortable talking with me than when we first met, and we are in no danger of being overheard, I think I might ask a question again. Hopefully you shall answer more fully, and I can give replies. Are you aware of the details of what passes between a man and a woman in bed? <br><br>"Since we are to engage ourselves thus a few days hence, I think I should ensure you know truly what to expect. I find that so many women- and not a few men- are told the vaguest of half-truths so shrouded in overly-delicate phrasing that they know nothing at all, or think things so absurdly wrong."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:01:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him.” I am very glad that we can come to some sort of accord.” She smiled warmly at him, “I would hate for you to believe that I was leading you on or enticing you in someway…I certainly am not.” Smiling she looked at him sipping the win before eating her food softly.<br><br>Smiling she looked up at him, she didn’t know what he was thinking or what he was going to do with her, she was scared but a little bit nervous as well. Listening to his question about what they believe a man is going to do. Biting her lip she looked over at him her face as red as her hair.<br><br>“Honestly. I do not know much…only that it is painful…” Blushing she looked up at him. “Is that true?” She whispered her fingers running through her hair. “It isn’t really spoken about…at school the girls prefer to speak about romance and kissing.” She smiled slightly looking over at him.<br><br>“I really do not know much.” Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. Looking up at him, “But then I believe that you would…teach me.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:27:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Such is regrettably the case with too many unmarried girls. And the women who have experienced coupling have been taken in a rough and clumsy manner. Too few are shown that all aspects of coupling can be pleasurable for the woman as well as the man. I believe it is felt that women will become lewd and wanton, seeking men actively, if they learn to enjoy such things."<br><br>He shifts closer to her and puts his arm around her, kissing her and holding her close.<br><br>"There is truth in their fears. There is something of a lusting harlot inside every woman. It can be beaten down and starved into extinction, true. But it can also be nourished, and trained, and allowed to bloom. It is not that females can lust and take pleasure in it men truly fear. It is that with such desires awoken, men will not be sufficient to fulfill them and the women will start to look elsewhere.<br><br>"I may risk sounding a braggart, but I do not doubt my ability to so satisfy a woman. I therefore do not fear teaching you how your body can bring you such joy as you could scare imagine. What you feel when we kiss? This is but the beginning."<br><br>He kisses her slowly again, breaking away with reluctance.<br><br>"What transpires is... Are you aware of what a man is made like, of the organ he carries between his legs?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:48:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed as he spoke about coupling and&nbsp; how it would lead to women being wonton and degenerate. Feeling his rms round her and his lips against hers she was sure that he was thinking that she would become like them.<br><br>“You think that I’m a lusting harlot?” She whispered, wondering what his reply would be. “Would you want it to be nourished in me, or beaten down?” She bit her lip her fingers running through her hair as she looked up at him. <br><br>She smiled as he bragged, “I don’t know how to describe what I feel when we kiss…but I must warn you…if I find that you are satifying any other woman you will loose that ability.” She smiled, obviously answer his next question. <br><br>“I do know what is between a man’s legs…but there is some dispute about size…especially at school. Many girls seem to believe that it is the side of an arm or leg…others barely enough to see let alone have any impact or help with breeding.” she smiled blushing as she looked at him. “I guess that both are wrong.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 04:11:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs.<br><br>"There is much debate about size among males, mainly bragging about our own while belittling that of others. Most of it is just as false as what you might have heard.<br><br>"It is central to the act of mating, though. When a man's passions become inflamed by a woman, it grows in size and becomes hard. It is then put inside the woman, into the place between her thighs. The man thrusts it in and out. You will have heard that it is sensitive, and it is so to pleasure as well as pain. The feeling of a woman's intimate place around his organ causes extremely pleasant sensations in a man. When these sensations reach their peak, he spills his seed- a sticky white fluid- out of his organ and into the woman's womb."<br><br>His hand touches her belly as he says this.<br><br>"What most will be even more reluctant to tell a woman is that her own passions have a part to play. If a man can arouse the passions of a woman, her intimate regions will become warm, and moist. The wetness lubricates her inside, and allows the man to slide easily into her. A man can mate with a woman without arousing her first, but she will find it painful. If she is aroused, she will enjoy the experience as much as he.<br><br>"This is why I wish to awaken your lust, Vienne. When I enter you on our wedding night, and every night thereafter, I wish you to take as much joy and satisfaction from it as I do."<br><br>He kisses the blushing girl again, stroking her as she sits there absorbing this.<br><br>"The first time there is some pain anyway, as your maidenhead will be broken when I enter. But that tiny flap of skin can be stretched, or even broken, if one engages in certain unladylike activities such as tree-climbing or horse riding. I suspect this is why they are frowned upon for girls, because most many will refuse to believe a woman a virgin unless she cries out and bleeds as if stabbed with a knife rather than manhood on her wedding night. I think you need not fear your own deflowering will be too painful, and I shall not hold it against you if it be barely noticeable."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 04:27:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed at his comments trying to understand what he is saying. “And this is what happens every couple in the world does this?” She bit her lip blushing up at him. “I suppose I must feel it to believe that it can be pleasurable.” She bit her lip.<br><br>“You must think that I am stupid…does a woman get pregnant every time she is…intimate with a man?” She bit her lip blushing. “How does a man get a woman pregnant?” she bit her lip looking at him… “Is it how you said?” She bit her lip looking up at him, there was none of this spoken, if she told him the truth of what she was told at school she knew he would laugh, women got pregnant by men hold their hands and kissing them…she had done both with him and yet she was not with child…that she knew.<br><br>“I am sure that even if it is not painful I might still cry out.” She blushed smiling slightly. “Oh…I have no ridden a horse or climbed a tree in years…would that make any difference?” she whispered. Leaning against him she sighed. “I do not like this topic, I do not understand everything that you do and it’s making me feel stupid yet I know that I am not stupid.” She sighed… “Maybe we should wait till our wedding day and you can give me an anatomy lesson.” She smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 04:40:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her naive ignorance, her blushing at considering the facts of man and woman, and her determination to master this knowledge as she mastered the skills of piloting all make her so adorably desirable to him. He feels both lustful and protective of her.<br><br>"Every coupling <em>can</em> produce a child, but not every coupling <em>does</em>. I am told that it is a matter of a woman's, ah, bleeding." He blushes a little himself at one thing he's not too comfortable discussing. "The common wisdom"- among people not of Britain, but it seemed to hold true- "Is that the closer to a bleeding a woman is, the less likely a child. Likewise, the time between bleedings is the most likely time to conceive.<br><br>"I should mention that there are certain medicines that will affect this, many from Mars where they have a great many strange chemical distillations. I have been taking such an elixir myself, to prevent my fathering a child. I shall not lie, I have known the company of women before this and I did not wish to leave any bastards to burden them. I no longer take it, but I am told it can take as long as a year for a man's fecundity to be fully restored. I mention this so that if we do not immediately conceive, you will not imagine that you are at fault."<br><br>He strokes her hair and shoulders.<br><br>"You are not stupid, Vienne, far from it. You are ignorant, but unlike stupidity ignorance can be cured. Nor was this ignorance your doing, you can hardly be faulted for not knowing what others have sought to keep you from learning.<br><br>"But I agree, we have spoken enough. It was not merely to talk that I brought you here. I would enjoy an hour in your arms, exchanging kisses- and other things. Enough talking. Let me show you, let me make you feel the things I have described. Let me show you how a man stirs the passions of a woman."<br><br>He lowers his lips to hers, and begins to kiss her passionately.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 20:45:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed looking up at him hearing him about what can produce a child. Biting her lip she looked at him, “You’ve been taking those medicines?” She smiled looking up at him. “Well, if after a year or two we can’t have children I’ll blame you.” She smiled her fingers running through her hair looking up at him. <br><br>Feeling his hands moving through her hair and over her shoulders, biting her lip she looked up at him. “Will you teach me?” She whispered looking up at him, smiling at him she leant against him. “Hmmm…thank you for helping me.” She smiled.<br><br>Looking up at him she ran her fingers through her hair smiling as he teased her spoke about kissing… “What other things?” She whispered looking up at him, biting her lip. Smiling she looked up at him, feeling his lips pressing against hers, sighing she closed her eyes melting into his lips, her body pressing against his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 20:53:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He draws her body tight against him, so that even through the layers of clothing he can feel her soft, supple warmth. His kisses keep their mouths occupied, and he finds her tongue is starting to become rather accomplished. He keeps kissing her, letting them both start to become breathless with it, then slowly draws her down to rest on the blanket with him.<br><br>"Enough talk" he murmurs to her. "Just feel, and learn, and above all enjoy."<br><br>His lips resume their work, and his hands start to slowly roam across her body. First her back, tracing up and down. Then venturing to her waist and hips, then after a little longer to her thighs and buttocks. Stroking them and gently squeezing, tracing the outline of her curves through her clothing and enjoying the feel of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 21:06:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she ran her tongue against his, sighing she pressed herself against him her body pressing tightly gains him she ran her fingers through her hair. “Hmmmm.” She sighed softly looking up at him as he pulled her to the blanket, giggling she ran her fingers through his hair pulling him back down for another kiss.<br><br>Smiling she felt his hands moving over her body up and down her back slowly over her waist and then up her buttocks and thighs, she jumped shivering slightly. “What were you thinking of doing with me?” she smiled looking up at him, “Because I’m sure that you want to keep something for the wedding night.” She whispered.<br><br>Looking up at him she bit her lip loving the way he felt pressing against her. Sighing she kissed him deeply pressing herself against him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 21:14:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				One hand reaches up to stroke her breast, though the dress and the corset beneath make for little enjoyment. He's intended to explore further anyway. He squeezes it anyway.<br><br>"Your maidenhead shall be left intact" he tells her. "Unless you release me from my promise and beg me to take it today, in which case I feel I could not resist. For today, I shall explore a little, and make us both more eager for our marriage bed."<br><br>His hand moves from her breast up to her neck, and he unfastens the top button of her dress.<br><br>"How far that might take us... I shall let you wonder. Let you try ti imagine what sweet torments I shall work upon your tender female flesh before falling short of satisfaction."<br><br>His fingers move down, unbuttoning her as they go to open her dress and reveal a glimpse of her corset through the parted material.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 21:39:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her ip she felt his hand stroking her breast, smiling slightly she looked up at him. She frowned as he tried to squeeze her breast but was having no luck. Blushing she smiled up at him. “I think we should wait until our wedding.” She smiled looking up at him.<br><br>She bit her lip looking up at him as he started to undress her. “Ohhh…if you’re goig to go for my corset then you’ll have to help me get dressed again…this corset is a two person thing.” She smiled looking up at him. <br><br>“You already torment me…Saturday cannot come soon enough.” She smiled looking up at him. “You are very mean.” She whispered looking up at him, her fingers running through her hair.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 21:53:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that helping you dress again shall be a price worth paying" he whispers. "I've been wondering what your breasts look like since I first saw you outside the Hall."<br><br>He pushes the top of her dress open, revealing a delicious expanse of pale skin. Her slender neck and throat, and the tops of her breasts, heaving slightly as he watches.<br><br>"Beautiful" he tells her, and places his rough fingertips on the soft, smooth skin of her breast. He traces them slowly along the edge of the corset, slipping them down her cleavage to tickles her, then moving along the other. <br><br>He leans down to kiss her again, then slowly moves his mouth along her jaw to her ear, which he nibbles at. Then he goes lower, across her neck and throat. He kisses, sucks and bites at her, feeling her pulse under his lips. He moves from the hollow of her throat and what is exposed of her shoulder, then up to her ear, then back down her neck once more. His fingers still explore her breasts as he does this.<br><br>Then, after several minutes leaving a flushed and glistening trail on her neck, he goes down to start licking, kissing and nibbling what he can reach of her breasts with her corset still tied.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 22:53:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled softly, “You wont say that when you try to lace me back up.” Grinning her ran her fingers through her hair. Kissing his lips softly she pressed herself against him. “My breasts are…sizeable, it causes some embarrassment to my mother when I have to get new corsets.” She giggled softly. <br><br>Sighing she felt his lips teasing over her body softly, “Hmmm.” She giggled her fingers running through his hair as she kissed his lips softly. Biting her lip she sighed softly feeling him teasing her breasts softly. “Ohhhh.” She shivered from the breeze that had picked up. <br><br>She giggled feeling his lips on her skin as his fingers teased over her. Sitting up slowly she grabbed the top of her corset pulling the sides together they started to unhook slowly down the middle. “The only way I can get fastened is if you help me.” Grinning she leant up kissing him deeply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 23:29:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He feels something primal growl in pleasure deep inside him at her response, both the way she gasps and shivers at his touch and the fact that she seems so eager to be exposed to him. He kisses her eager mouth as he moves to assist her in opening the corset. A little work and it is released.<br><br>"Vienne, believe me, one of the first things that a man notices when he meets you is how sizable your breasts are. And the reaction to this is not embarassment."<br><br>With the hooks released, he eagerly starts to pull the lacing free. He kisses her as he does so, showing some familiarity with women's undergarments. He moves down, stroking the sides of her breasts through the opening as he does, until she is fully unlaced and he can finally pull the corset open. He regards her naked breasts with evident desire.<br><br>"Magnificent" he breathes as he gazes lustfully at them. "Never let anyone tell you these are anything else."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 00:45:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling she felt him helping her unfasten her corset, smiling she ran her fingers through her hair. Looking up at him, “So you noticed my breasts before anything else? That probably why my mother insists on them being bound down.” She smiled giggling softly.<br><br>Feeling him unfasten her corset she giggled, “You seem to be familiar with lady’s clothing.” She giggled sighing slightly at the touch his fingers on her breasts. Closing her eyes she moaned softly. “Ooooh.” She giggled looking over at him. <br><br>She giggled her nipples hardening from his touch and the chilling air. Smiling she looked at him. “Trust me no one else is going to get another look at them.” She bit her lip looking up at him, wondering what he was going to do with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 00:54:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And as the sole man to behold them, I shall do my best to be worthy of the privilege."<br><br>He cups her breasts, his hands covering them and then squeezing gently. He strokes them and kneads them slowly, feeling her hard nipples pressing into his palms. Taking them in his fingers he tickles, tugs and pinches them before running his fingers over her breasts and squeezing again.<br><br>He kisses her, his hands still working her breasts. Then he starts to move his mouth again, and this time there is no corset to stop him going lower. He nuzzles his face into her cleavage, then bites and licks his way across the smooth curve of each mound, planting kisses on every inch.<br><br>Finally he reaches the peak, and lowers his mouth toward her nipple. She feels his hot breath on it for a moment, then he engulfs it and starts to suckle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:11:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, her face blushing as he ran his fingers over her breasts softly, biting her lip she sighed softly. “Hmmmm.” She sighed moaning softly in pleasure. Closing her eyes she pushed back against him moaning softly in pleasure, her body was responding to the feeling more then her mind was she still had a slight reserve side of it.<br><br>Gasping slightly she felt his lips teasing over her, biting her lip she ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her breasts. Biting her lip she smiled as he ran his face over her breast as he licked and bit down slowly. Biting her lip she whimpered “Oooooh.” She giggled softly.<br><br>She jumped as she felt his lips taking her nipple into her mouth. Moaning she shivered arching her back slightly she looked over at him. “Ohhhh this has to be wrong.” She whimpered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:18:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your mother would tell you so" he says, his hands keeping busy even while his mouth is speaking. "But worry not about what it wrong, or what others will think. Simply ask, does it feel good?"<br><br>He starts suckling again. His lips close over the erect nipple, and he alternates sucking it as far into his mouth as it will go with licking his tongue round and round it. Every once in a while he'll do something different. He bites gently at her teat, licks and kisses round the ridged and puckered skin of her aureole. He makes approving "Mmmmmmmm..." noises, making them deep and rumbling so she feels the vibration in her sensitive flesh. All the time, his hands grope her breasts and his fingers pinch and tug her other nipple.<br><br>He's become hard, and he unconsciously starts to move his hips. She can feel the hard bulge in his pants suddenly press against her thigh, as he starts to rub it against her.<br><br>Then he starts to bite and kiss his way over her pale skin once more, as he moves his mouth to her other nipple and his fingers start to attend to the one he just abandoned...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:35:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she looked up at him. “It does feel good…but so bad…” She smiled arching her back shivering slightly as he kept teasing her. “Ooooh.” She bit her lip as he sucked her nipples harder before biting her nipple “Oooooh…less teeth.” She whimpered.<br><br>She could feel him moaning into her breasts she could shiver at the feel of him teasing her. “Ooooh god.” She whimpered pushing back against him as she feeling the bulge pressing against him. Running her fingers through her hair sighing softly her body shaking slightly as she felt him teasing her. “Hmmmm.” She shivered looking back at him.<br><br>Her breathing started to get ragged as he sucked her nipples changing from one to the other. “No more. Oh God it’s too much.” She whimpered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:43:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Too much?" He keeps toying with her breasts as he speaks. "This is only the beginning. This is foreplay, Vienne, what lovers do to arouse each other before they actually couple. A light appetiser before the main course."<br><br>He resumes his suckling and groping, burying his face in her breasts. As his hands still enjoy the firm, yielding softness of her mounds he picks a spot on the bottom of a breast and starts to suck and nibble. He intends to leave some marks of what he's done, give her something to remember it by. As he keeps working, he leaves a couple on each breast, all in different places.<br><br>He moves back to suckling her, stimulating her nipples after their brief respite of being exposed while damp to the cool breeze. He could carry on like this all afternoon- or until he loses control and decides to start hiking her skirts up. Knowing he's not too far from that point, he finally relents and gives in to her protests. His hands still slowly stroke and squeeze her breasts, but he leaves her nipples alone.<br><br>"Have you liked your first taste of what passes between man and woman, Vienne?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 02:00:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled “Yes too much…if you give me anymore my defences might disappear.” Arching her back she shivered looking over at him, “And this is not the place where we should do this…” Biting her lip she looked up at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly at him.<br><br>Gasping slightly she felt him teasing her breasts biting down… “Ooooh naughty you biting my breasts.” She giggled looking at him… “That’s so mean.” She grinned looking over at him, sighing she closed her eyes loving the way he felt against her. <br><br>She let out a sigh of relief as he stopped teasing her nipples just stroking her breasts softly. Smiling she ran her fingers through her hair. “I think that if it’s all as good as this…we’re going to be exhausted.” She smiled pulling him in for a kiss as she looked at him. “I wish we were married today.” She bit her lip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 02:09:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"When I have you naked in my bed, I'm going to bite every inch of you" he grins.<br><br>He returns her kiss hungrily. Looking at her sitting up with her breasts hanging exposed and most of her hair blowing loose, he feels a renewed surge of lust which he fights back with difficulty.<br><br>"I wish it were today also, Vienne. I've wanted you from the moment we met, and every meeting, every word we exchange, has just increased that longing. I came home expecting a tedious chore to which I would be consigned for the rest of my life. Instead, I find you, a woman who makes the idea of marriage seem a blessing instead.<br><br>"Now, we should lace your breasts back into your corset before the sight of them inflames my manhood even further."<br><br>He looks down at the jiggling globes topped with rosy peaks regretfully, then helps her begin lacing the bodice back up. When they finally get the hooks fastened again, he lets her finish dressing and sets about gathering the picnic things back into the hamper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 02:36:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as she kissed him deeply, sitting up she blushed. “You’ve wanted me since we met even though I tripped up and fell into your arms?” She giggled looking up at him, her fingers running through her hair softly. <br><br>She smiled sighing slightly as he suggested that they should get her dressed. “Alright.” She smiled, “but if you want me to get undressed again I will not be amused.” She smiled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she bit her lip.<br><br>He seemed to know what to do to get her dressed, after a few minutes she smiled at him. Yawning slightly she ran her fingers through her hair. “I really enjoy spending time with you.” She smiled leaning in she kissed him deeply sighing softly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 02:46:28</strong>
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				"A flame-haired angel with breasts like yours falls into my arms? That's not an introduction you could have bettered if you'd tried. Especially given how one of your buttons had come open and I got a glimpse down your corset."<br><br>Packing the hamper, he carries it up the ladder and they're soon back on deck and donning the cumbersome aeronaut's gear again.<br><br>"I enjoy your company as well, Vienne. A pleasant companion both in and out of bed- truly, you're a fine catch. Now, I think your attention might be less focused than this morning- I know mine will be- so I'll not attempt to teach you more. Simply follow the instructions, and we'll have you home."<br><br>He adjusts the boiler, which he had powered down, and feeds the flames the specially-treated coal derivative which powers these machines. After five minutes, he has the boiler ready to power the air screws once more. Adjusting the trim, they begin to rise from the ground and he calls out the instructions to her for setting course. He has a fair idea where they came from, so for this short trip in daytime he can navigate the way back by sight rather than the complex instruments.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 03:04:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, “You’re such a tease.” She whispered looking up at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. Watching him pack the hamper up she sighed. “I guess that we must go home.” She pouted at him. <br><br>“I’m a fine catch?” She giggled looking up at him. “Will you tell my mother that?” She whispered looking up at him, sighing she pulled the clothes back on. “Obviously not when I’m wearing this.” She smiled looking into his eyes. <br><br>She smiled, “Alright…tell me what to do.” She giggled looking over at him as she headed over to the controls looking them over again for a few minutes. They made there way home a lot slower then when they left. She could see the house, sighing she looked at him. “I guess we must part soon.” She pouted at him. “But I suppose it is only for a few days.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 03:18:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A few days" he agrees. "And after that, we shall spend the rest of our lives together."<br><br>With the Slingsby estate coming into view, they have a brief moment when they fly straight, so he takes her in his arms and kisses her as thoroughly as the short time allows.<br><br>"I shall tell anyone and everyone what a fine catch you are" he says. "Whatever you might be wearing."<br><br>They come in to land, and he lowers the ladder while Vienne removes the Aeronaut's clothing. He sees her mother leading the people rushing up by several yards, she's clearly not risking anyone escaping without a word this time. He lowers the ladder on the far side so that she won't have to see her daughter's unladylike exit and follows her down. A few words from him might make things easier for Vienne in the next few days.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 03:43:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he pulled her into his arms, kissing him deeply she bit her lip. “I…really enjoy spending time with you.” She smiled blushing heavily as she looked into his eyes.<br><br>Sighing as they pulled up she was hoping that her mother wasn’t watching for them, but she was. Climbing down the rope she hoped that he would just disappear since her mother would be unbearably at the moment. Despite his words she could tell that her mother was ready to call the wedding off…but she didn’t luckily.<br><br>The next few days were agony, the next time she would see him was their wedding day. On the morning she got herself dressed in the long white lace dress, her hair falling over one shoulder. Writing a small note she hoped that she could get it delivered to him before the wedding. Once at the church she cornered a usher handing it to him to give to her future husband it said “I can't wait to marry you. V xxx” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 15:17:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He can tell that Vienne's mother is far from pleased at this. But, as he had rightly guessed, the prospect of marrying her daughter into the Aristocracy when her own family is merely Gentry is enough for her to bite back the reaction he clearly sees on her face.<br><br>His own mother greets his arrival at Aldridge Hall with a similar demeanor, though she is truthfully not in any position to do more than complain. He could, after all, simply cut her off and cast her out. The scandal of doing so to one's own parent would be so great, though, that even one as cavalier about society's opinion as he would never seriously consider it.<br><br>The days pass, with him dreaming of Vienne's soft warmth beside him each night. The arrangements are made, the guests begin arriving, he has the final fitting of the new Dress Uniform, and then he awakens one morning to the realisation that the day has finally arrived.<br><br>The uniform he wears as he emerges from the Hall is Navy blue, with bright red cuffs and epaulets. Polished gold glints from the decorations and rank markings, a double row of shining buttons goes down the front, and several medals are on his chest. The boots are a polished black, and go up almost to his knees.<br><br>The steam-carriage that waits for him is also polished to a shine. Looking a conventional carriage at the rear, instead of a team of horses a third pair of wheels supports a steam engine which moves it. The driver, like all staff today, wear a more elaborate uniform than usual as he sits in his covered canopy over the engine.<br><br>They arrive at the cathedral, and he finds he's feeling nerves as if he was going into battle. Vienne is a wonderful girl, and he knows he'd be hard pressed to do as well, let alone better, if he looks for another woman. But marriage, it seems such a final step. He forces himself to recall her nervously endearing mannerisms, her eager joy at being shown how to fly the launch, the passion he'd awakened as he enjoyed her naked breasts...<br><br>If a man has to tie himself down to a single woman for the rest of his life, then a woman like that is the one to do it with.<br><br>He is handed a note which he checks quickly before entering the cathedral. He can't keep a smile off his face. Nerves and last-minute doubts aside, he's rather eager to be married himself.<br><br>Some friends from school and Service days have found time to arrive for the wedding, and his is not the only uniform there. Arthur Mallard stands next to him as his best man, and when he hears an intake of breath as the bridal march starts playing he knows that he's not going to be teased about the marriage any more.<br><br>Then he's not thinking at all. Vienne is approaching in her wedding gown, and any doubts about the wedding vanish at the sight of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 16:26:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://www.weddingdressonlineshop.co.uk/115-230-large/tulle-strapless-a-line-layered-appliqued-lace-up-chapel-train-ivory-wedding-gown-wm-0105.jpg)<br><br>She had no idea that he had doubts for her she had already agreed and she was stubborn to change her mind. Peaking through the door she bit her lip the room was full of their friends and families, she smiled as she saw him he seemed happy. <br><br>The wedding march started she took the arm of her uncle, her father had passed away a few years before, he smiled at her. “You look beautiful.” He smiled at her, “You father would have been happy to walk you down the aisle…if he doesn’t treat you right just tell me and I’ll do something about it.”<br><br>She smiled at him, “I don’t think that he will treat me badly.” Looking up at him she smiled slightly. They got to the top of his aisle, he kissed her cheek and handed her hand over to William’s, he patted him on the back before taking a seat.<br><br>She looked at William smiling, “Hey…are you alright?” She whispered, looking up at him as the Bishop started talking, squeezing his hand she bit her lip. “I half expected that you weren’t going to turn up.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 18:48:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches her walking up the aisle and feels his lips moving into a smile of their own accord.<br><br>"I would not abandon you" he whispers back, before they are engaged in the ceremony. Given that they are being bound together as husband and wife, he finds it odd how little opportunity for private conversation they will have until the marriage bed. <br><br>But the words were true. Even if she'd been the drab creature he'd been expecting when he first landed, he would probably have done his duty and married her. With Vienne at his side, he finds the idea of her being his wife actually appeals to him.<br><br>The words are finally spoken, he dutifully says "I do", and then he turns to kiss his bride. His bride. She is now his wife, he is now a husband...<br><br>He leans down and kisses her, managing to keep it just barely chaste enough for public display even if he does linger on her lips a touch longer than proper.<br><br>He takes her hand in his, their fingers entwining, and they walk down the aisle together. He can't help but steal glances at her as they do. She seems happy, and he feels the same. <br><br>They emerge into the sunlight outside to walk down the carpet laid out on the ground toward the Wedding Carriage. No new-made steam-carriage, this is elaborately decorated and gilded with a full team of horses pulling it. Helping her in as tradition demands, they are soon seated together and being driven away to the reception.<br><br>"My Wife" he says, turning to face her once they are past the crowds and kissing her longer and deeper than he could at the ceremony.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 19:16:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled looking up at him, “I’m sure that if I was humourless and dowdy you would have ran a mile after meeting me.” She squeezed his hand, before getting a look from the Bishop as if to say “shut up”. Biting her lip she smiled slightly.<br><br>They said “I do” smiling she kissed him softly, hesitantly, she didn’t want to be thought of badly. Looking up at him she smiled, lacing their fingers together she looked up at him. <br><br>They made their way to the carriage, “I was expecting something in steam”. She giggled looking up at him smiling she got into the carriage, sitting down she smiled at him. “My husband…you’re stuck with me now you know.” She giggled looking up at him pressing herself against him kissing his lips deeply sighing she looked up at him. “I’m glad that we’re married.” She smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 19:34:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can think of far worse fates than having to share my life with you" he replies, kissing her again. The temptation to start moving things on from kissing right here in the carriage strikes him, but he resists. The journey won't be long enough, and there'll be too many people paying attention to them.<br><br>"My wife. Mrs Vienne Braithefield. Lady Aldrige. I find I'm liking the sound better and better.<br><br>"And do not forget, you are also stuck with me. Tonight, you'll be alone and helpless in my bedchamber as I proceed to satisfy my every depraved and lustful urge upon your tender young flesh. Virgin flesh, if only for a short while longer."<br><br>He kisses her slowly.<br><br>"And you, wanton harlot that you are, I shall make you scream with joy at what I do, and beg me to do it longer and harder. Tonight, when you cry out that it is too much as you did on the hillside, I shall not stop. I shall do more, and go further. Until all you can think of is the pleasure and passion we share..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 19:56:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling she looked up at him she smiled. Kissing him back deeply she moved closer towards him, pressing herself against him. “I can’t get use to being a Braithefield, I suppose it will in time.” Sighing she looked up at him. <br><br>She moved into his lap giggling softly, pressing herself against him “I don’t think that I can ever be considered helpless.” She giggled looking up into his eyes, “Although I was on Wednesday, you ruined me.” She whispered pressing herself against him. Sighing she ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>Pulling back she pouted at him, “I am not a wanton harlot!” She pulled back from him moving to the other side of the carriage sitting opposite him. Her hands folded over chest as she turns to the side. “You shall do more?” She frowned looking over at him, pretending to be upset.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 21:32:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Everything" he tells her. "I shall do to you everything that a man can do to a woman."<br><br>He leans close and whispers into her ear in a conspiratorial fashion.<br><br>"The fact is that 'respectable' men and women simply perform the act to procreate and shouldn't take pleasure in it. They keep as much clothing on as they can, and the man simply thrusts is in and gets it over with as quickly as possible. What we did that afternoon, my dear wife, is depraved, lewd and repulsive and should not occur even between married couples.<br><br>"But I take great pleasure in these acts. I fear, therefore, that I shall require you to perform them with me. You shall learn more talents and techniques of carnal delight than most women of the night have heard of, and perform acts that the people who would disapprove do not even have words of and could scarcely imagine.<br><br>"And I promise you, Vienne, that you shall feel the same pleasure- greater pleasure- at performing them that you did with your breasts exposed under the afternoon sky."<br><br>He kisses her again.<br><br>"I ask only that you trust me, that you let me show you these things and do not judge what you have not experienced."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 21:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him giggling softly. “So are you saying that we aren’t going to do that again?” Biting her lip she looked over at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. Running her fingers through her hair blushing.<br><br>“You’re wanting me to learn things that even prostitutes wont do?” Blushing she looked at him. “I think maybe I shouldn’t have married you, and just get paid for my services that you get for free now.” Giggling she moved back onto the seat next to her. Kissing him deeply she ran her fingers through his hair softly.<br><br>“I do trust you…I wouldn’t have exposed myself on the top of the hill if I didn’t trust you.” She smiled as she kissed him deeply. “Why would I judge you…so long as we do not speak about this to anyone but each other.” She smiled pressing herself against him.<br><br>The carriage started to slow down, sighing she looked up at him. “I guess we have to go to the reception, this is going to be painful.” She sighed placing her head on his shoulder, luckily she had no makeup on her face to mark his uniform.<br><br>((FYI thats a picture of my actual wedding dress hehe, thats not me though.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:10:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes" he says, "time to act in a more respectable manner befitting a married couple for the rest of the day."<br><br>He gets a last kiss as the carriage pulls up the driveway and approaches the house.<br><br>"I'll be longing to be alone with you all day, and not just because I want your body. That's just the biggest reason."<br><br>Smiling, he steps out and helps her from the carriage to enter the reception.<br><br>The crowds of people come up one by one to congratulate them. She sees that most of the men look at her in a manner at least a little like that of William. A couple of his friends are openly admiring, expressing with every sign of sincerity how lucky he is.<br><br>"To think I actually felt sorry for you when you wrote that you'd finally been pressed into marriage!" the best man exclaims. "If every fellow was promised a wife such as this, there'd not be a bachelor left in the country!"<br><br>They slowly make the progress toward the dining room, and are seated at the head of the top table. The toasts and speeches begin, and continue between each course.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:39:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she gave him the last kiss before letting him step out of the carriage helping her out. Taking a breath she headed with him up the steps into the crowd of people. She smiled at them, listening to the comments especially his best man.<br><br>Smiling she looked at him. “You seem to think that I am just beautiful…I assure you that I am going to be awkward, picky, and jealous, every ideal that husbands hate in their wives…so do not believe that he is that lucky.” She smiled teasing him.<br><br>The dinner went quickly; the toasts and speeches were predictably boring. Whilst through the desert course she was starting to wane, the day was long she didn’t sleep much the night before. Stifling a yawn she pushed left her desert her shoulder leaning against his. <br><br>The music started to play, she smiled. “I guess we must dance…but I am feeling tired…” She sighed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 23:17:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not too tired I hope" he tells her as he leads her on to the dance floor. "We have much to do later tonight..."<br><br>He leads her onto the dance floor and they perform the dance required to open the evening. With the duty done, they retire to the sidelines to watch the rest. <br><br>The evening seems to drag on, but in the end they stand and leave the gathering. Despite the prudishness of modern society there is an element of ribaldry in the "Good Night"s that follow them out. None can ignore what will happen with a new-wedded couple in their wedding night, and it is hard to find grounds to disapprove with their union blessed and sanctioned.<br><br>They ascend the stairs to his bedchamber- now her bedchamber as well- and he closes the doors behind them.<br><br>"My wife" he says. "My beautiful Vienne."<br><br>Then he is kissing her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 00:07:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled looking at him. “Just a little tired…I’m sure that once we get into the bedroom I might get better.” Giggling she let him lead her to the dance floor, sighing she moved into his arms, she would have moved closer to him but it would have been wrong.<br><br>As they headed to the side she smiled holding his arm softly, she was not going to let go of him. Saying their goodbyes they made their way upstairs, slowly they made their way up into the bedroom.<br><br>Once inside the room she smiled, “This room is about 3 times bigger then my own.” Smiling she looked over at him as he closed the door, she felt her heart starting to race this was it. He spoke she smiled looking up at him, “You don’t have to flatter me anymore…we’re married now.” She smiled as she kissed him back deeply, pressing herself against him she ran her fingers through his hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 01:35:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's the truth, plain and simple. You're beautiful."<br><br>He kisses her again, then manages to draw back. <br><br>"And as incredible as you look in that gown, I think you'll look even better without it. I want you in that bed, and utterly naked. Consider this my first command as your husband, who you've swore to love, honour and obey. Now get to it."<br><br>He grins, and gives her behind a light slap before heading for the changing screen on his side of the bed. It is considered shameful even for a spouse to see someone's nakedness, and the screens let them change out of sight into concealing nightgowns. Not that William intends to wear one, or let her wear one either. But it's a convenient place to set the clothes and near to the wardrobes, and the clothing is rather expensive to just toss onto the ground.<br><br>He does strip with almost indecent haste, them walks naked around the room dimming the gas lamps save one by the bed which he turns down low.<br><br>Then he sits on the bed and waits for Vienne, her female clothing being more complicated to remove.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:07:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed as she looked at him, she smiled at his command, “Just because you’re my husband doesn’t mean that I’m going to listen to you.” She smiled as she headed behind the screen slowly starting to unlace her dress. It was taking longer then normal, “I think I need a maid or two to help me undress, this is ridiculous.” She smiled finally getting it unfastened letting it fall to the floor at her feet.<br><br>Stepping out of it she hung it on the available hanger before finishing with her corset, stockings and other items, once she was naked she pulled the white dress over her head, she knew that it was thin but she also knew what was about to happen. <br><br>Walking out she looked at him but didn’t register that he was naked, the soft light shielding her eyes from his immodesty. Moving to the dressing table she started to take her jewellery off, the necklace, bracelet and pins pulling her hair to one side. <br><br>Smiling at him in the mirror she started to run a brush through her dark red hair, simply braiding it. “Giving me that look will not make me come to bed any quicker.” She giggled softly, standing up there was a wash basin, setting the cloth in the water she lathered it up with a bar of soap washing the makeup from her face. As she finished her hands were shaking as she picked the towel up. She was doing everything she should to delay the inevitable. <br><br>Turning round she bit her lip… “Did you want a drink or anything…I can go get something.” She moved to the door her hand on his robe as she was about to run from the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:27:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles and shakes his head as she emerges wearing the night-dress. He stands there and watches as she busies herself with various things. At first he thinks she might be teasing him, but then it dawns on him that she's frightened of what happens next.<br><br>"A disobedient wife, eh? Perhaps I'll have to put you across my knee and give you a good spanking."<br><br>When she finally finishes preparing for bed, and it becomes clear she's making excuses, he steps forward and puts his arms around her from behind. His hands stroke her hips and waist, he kisses her neck, and she can feel his manhood hardening against her backside.<br><br>"I want you, Vienne. I to take you to our bed and take your maidenhead. I want us to couple together as man and wife."<br><br>He begins to lead her toward the bed with one arm across her back.<br><br>"Do not fear. Remember out time on the hillside. How it felt when we lay there. We shall feel just as much pleasure tonight, and more."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:39:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his hands moving around her, she stiffened to his touch but she was shaking as well. Biting her lip she felt his hands moving over her hips, she could feel his lips on her neck. She was slowly calming down as she felt his manhood pressing into her backside, she tried to pull back but his hands held her close to him. <br><br>“I want you too.” She whispers, “But I’m scared.” Biting her lip she looked over her shoulder at him. He led her to the bed trying to smile as she sat down slowly on the bed. “I remember the hillside…but…it’s more then that.” Biting her lip. “I mean we’ll be doing more then that.”<br><br>Looking at the ground she realised that he was naked. “You’re naked!” She gasped, looking away from him; her face had to be as bright as her hair right now. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:45:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Quite naked" he tells her. "And I wish for you to be also. It is so much easier- and so much more pleasant- to do this without any impediments."<br><br>He draws her close and kisses her, feeling her body press against his, warm and soft and with only the thin night-dress between them.<br><br>"I ache for you so, Vienne. I have hungered for you since we met. I have dreamed of what lies under your clothes. You are so beautiful, and I think you will be so beneath your clothing. You let me see your naked breasts, and then touch them, and then taste them with much less fear.<br><br>"Take off the night-dress, Vienne. Let me see you in all your naked glory."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:59:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing she looked up at him smiling slightly, “I know…I know you’re right.” She sighed as she kisses him back softly; she stiffens slightly as he pulled her close to him. Closing her eyes she kissed him deeply smiling softly at him.<br><br>“I guess it’s just wedding night jitters.” She whispers kissing him deeply pressing herself against him. Smiling she ran her fingers through his hair softly. Pulling back she took a deep breath before pulling her nightdress over her head exposing her body to him.<br><br>She bit her lip as she waited for him to say something, she half expected him to tell her to put it back on…but she hoped that he didn’t. Looking at him she waited with baited breath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 02:16:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes the nightdress from her and casts it aside, then steps back a pace. His eyes move down, and back up, and down again, the pale curves revealed in the dim light of the single lamp entrancing him. His eyes are drawn to the patch of red matching her head between her thighs. He can feel himself rising at the sight of her.<br><br>"Magnificent" he breathes. "Beautiful. The goddess Aphrodite made flesh."<br><br>He pulls her back into his arms, her naked body now pressing against his, and starts kissing her. Tenderly at first, but his growing hunger is betrayed by the rising urgency of his kisses, which become deeper and harder. He starts backing her toward the bed, and reaches a hand down to pull the covers up.<br><br>"Lay down on your marriage bed, Vienne" he tells her. "Lay down a virgin girl, and I shall make you a woman."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 02:53:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up at him as he threw the nightdress aside she waited for his apraisl of hers. When he spoke about her being beautiful she blushed. “You really think so?” She whispered smiling. Feeling his arms grab her pulling her towards him she kissed him back softly.<br><br>The feel of his skin against hers made her shiver, almost not realising how deeply he was kissing. He moved to the bed pulling the cover up. He told her to lay down biting her lip she moved to the bed lying down on it slowly. She tried to look like she was comfortable but she was anything but. <br><br>“What is going to happen?” She whispered, “Not the mechnics since our adventure on Wednesday everyone has been telling me what happens.” She blushed heavily. “But I mean what are you going to do…?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 14:48:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes a moment longer to appreciate the sight of her naked body displayed for him as she lays on the bed. Then the memory of how that body felt pressed against him makes touch seem more important than sight. He climbs in next to her, fully erect and his eyes dark with passion. He puts his arms around her and draws the covers over them.<br><br>"You know the mechanics, and we explored somewhat that afternoon. Between these, you are as prepared as you can be. I shall use my hands and mouth on you, until your passions are stirred as they were then. I shall then enter you."<br><br>Their bodies close again, he shift position until he manages to press as much of his naked skin against hers as he can. He starts kissing her again, and his hands start to roam across her body. Just as rough and calloused as she recalls, just as knowledgeable in where and how to touch her. But this time they are not limited to her breasts, and roam freely over every inch of her hot, silky skin.<br><br>"Do not worry. Be as you were then. Go with what feels pleasant, let your desires run free and wild. Do what seems appealing to you. And trust that I know what to do. This, Vienne, is a skill best learned by doing, not teaching. So do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 23:30:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed her fingers running through her hair, looking over at him she smiled slightly. He seemed to be content with her, smiling slightly she looked over at him, running her fingers through her hair. Feeling him climbing over her she looked into his eyes. <br><br>He spoke about what he was doing, she smiled weakly looking up into his eyes. “I think that I am well.” She bit her lip as she felt his body aginst hers, his hands moving over her body softly. Kissing him deeply she sighed softly, she jumped as his hands moved over her body slowly.<br><br>Closing her eyes she sighed softly, biting her lip she smiled softly in pleasure. “Oooh.” She shivered under his touch, his fingers causing her skin to burn, she loved every second of it.<br><br>She smiled as she kissed him deeply, “I trust you.” She whispered, looking up at him she sighed moaning softly in pleasure. Biting her lip she looked over at him, “I really do trust you.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 00:26:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having moved so that he is on top of her, he strokes his hands up and down her sides before cupping her breasts in his hands and starting to squeeze them. He pinches her nipples, and tugs at them.<br><br>"I shall not abuse your trust" he tells her. "So I do pledge."<br><br>His mouth kisses and bites its way down her neck to her breasts, where it moves teasingly about her soft flesh. He looks up at her and grins, his face visible between her cleavage and the covers, and then takes a nipple into his mouth. He assaults it with the same skill and insistence as the last time, sucking and nipping at it, then licking his tongue all around.<br><br>One hand drifts lower, down to cup and feel her buttock, and then around. He starts to trace his fingers, so much rougher than her soft, sensitive skin, over her thigh. They slip between her legs and start to move up and down her inner thigh, tracing and tickling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 00:51:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped before holding her breath just enjoying the feel of his hands moving over her, he was giving her so much pleasure she couldn’t stop moaning. Biting her lip she looked up into his eyes, gasping slightly she felt his body teasing her.<br><br>As he pinched her nipples she shivered moaning in pleasure. Kissing him deeply she moaned harder as his lips moved down over her body. She smiled looking down at him, closing her eyes she moaned softly feeling his lips nibbling her breasts as he ran his hands over her arse before making its way round the front teasing over her thigh.<br><br>Shivering she pushed back against him. “Oh God.” She whispered loving the way he was teasing her. Running her fingers through his hair she smiled. “What do we do next?” She whispered, pushing back against him loving he teased her body. “I get the feeling you’ve done this before.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 00:58:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've had some experience of this, as I told you before" he admits. "But this is, like flying the Sky launch, something for which it is better that one person knows what they're doing to show the other."<br><br>His head being down by her chest, he kisses her nipple instead of reaching up to her mouth.<br><br>"I shall tell you when something needs to be done, or if you do something wrong. For now, simply enjoy what I do. This is your first time with a man, and so we need simply concern ourselves with making things as pleasurable for you as possible. I shall teach you ways to pleasure me in return another night. But if you feel a desire to do something, or think it feels good to do so, then do not hesitate- do it."<br><br>His hands haven't been still while he spoke. His fingers have moved along her thigh all the time, each time venturing a little higher. Now he runs his fingers through the curls of hair between her legs, seeking her female slit. Finding it, he strokes along it's length, teasing the lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:10:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked down at him, hearing his words and feeling his lips on her nipple. She moaned arching her abck slightly wanting more on her breasts. He carried on speaking.<br><br>“I’m sorry, I was never patient as a girl…and waiting for our wedding at taken all of it away from me. I just want it all now.” she whispered biting her lip as she pushed back against him harder. “Ohhh God.” She groaned as she felt his fingers moving up her thigh teasing through the hair before moving over her other lips.<br><br>Biting her lip she shivered she had experienced some pleasure before but that was limited at school…but it was an experience this was much more satisfying. She quivered with anticipation of his touch over her sensitive bud or finally pushing inside her tight, virgin cunt.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:23:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles, not stopping his suckling as he does, when she admits to not being patient. He's noticed this about her already, and despite his own wish to just thrust his cock up into her right now he resolves to go even slower.<br><br>His fingertips keep stroking up and down her nether lips, occasionally drifting up and down her inner thigh again before returning to her pussy. His mouth and other hand don't stop their merciless assault on her breasts, giving her everything she tasted on the hillside at greater length.<br><br>Finally he slowly spreads her lips wide with his fingers, and starts exploring her tender inner folds. Even more soft and sensitive than her thighs, he rubs and strokes up and down every crease before finally moving up to rub over her hard clit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 21:04:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she pushed back against him her body shaking slightly. “Oh God.” She moaned harder, she loved the feel of his body pressing against hers. The way his lips teasing nipples. “Oh fuck.” She whispered closing her eyes.<br><br>She shivered as she felt his fingers moving over her lips teasing between them. She jumped shaking slightly “Ohhhh.” She giggled looking over at him, running her fingers through his hair and over his back. Moaning harder she pushed back against him, “Hmmmm.” She sighed slightly.<br><br>Feeling him spreading her lips wider she looked down at him, biting her lip she shivered loving the way he teased her, pushing inside deeper before teasing over her clit. She practically jumped as she felt him touching her clit. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 21:12:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He rubs her clit briefly before going back to what he was doing. He ignores it long enough for her to start thinking he wasn't going to go back there, that it had just been touched by accident, then he rubs it again. Moving away once more, he goes to the entrance of her sex and starts to stroke around and over it without going inside.<br><br>"Mmmmm" he breathes, in a deep and rumbling tone, with his mouth around a nipple he's sucked inside and leaned back to stretch out from her breast. "Such language. Where does a well-bred young lady learn a word like that? Could it be that you're not, in fact, a well-bred young lady? Are we starting to see the facade fall away to show the true Vienne?"<br><br>He's still tickling and stroking her folds, but touches her entrance and her clit every so often, lingering to deliver a caress before moving on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 23:56:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Running her fingers through her hair she pushed back against him, as he teased her clit before pulling away. She groaned in annoyance. “Ohhhh don’t be like that.” Biting her lip she moaned softly. <br><br>Feeling him moaning over her nipple she bit her lip looking over at him. “Maybe I’m not so well-bred,” She giggled looking over at him, “But we’re married…it’s too late, if you divorce me I get half of everything.” She grinned as she ran her fingers through his hair. “You’ll have to make me better.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br><br>She blushed as she felt his fingers, teasing into her virgin entrance, biting her lip she looked down at him. “What are you thinking of doing?” She shivered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 00:12:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He starts to rub his finger up and down, stroking the entrance to the hole he's been aching for since he saw her then up to her clit and down again. His mouth still works at one nipple then the other, occasionally biting them at the same moment as he touches the hard little button down below.<br><br>"I knew you were a wanton harlot" he says. "I knew that you were full of filthy, sinful, depraved thoughts that a taste of carnal pleasure would bring flooding out. Better? I'm going to make you worse. I'm going to make you mad for a man's touch until you beg me to rape you ever night.<br><br>"You don't need to ask what I'm going to do, Vienne. Fuck was exactly right. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck your tight, virgin cunt, shove my prick all the way up inside is and spill my seed into your womb. Say it, Vienne. Say what I'm going to do to you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 00:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she looked over at him feeling his body pressing against him, wanting his finger deeper inside her. She ached for him pushing deeper inside her tight wet cunt. Blushing heard his words. “I am not a wanton harlot.” She giggled.<br><br>“I just want some pleasure…I haven’t had any in a long time.” She smiled giving away more then she wanted to…she was sure he wasn’t interested in her past exploits.” Gigging she ran her fingers through her hair she blushed at what he wanted her say. <br><br>“Oh um…You want me to say that?” She blushed looking over at him. “I want you to fuck my tight, virgin cunt, shove your pick inside me and spill your seed into my womb.” She bit her lip looking over at him, her fingers running though her hair. Smiling she looked over at him biting her lip slightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 01:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not in a long time? And here I'd been assured you'd not had any at all!"<br><br>He grins and winks, then can't help but laugh at the way she fidgets and blushes and almost stammers saying the words.<br><br>"Hmm... Perhaps you aren't as wanton as all that if you can barely say that. Still, I think I shall take you at your word anyway- and take you."<br><br>He judges that she's as ready as she'll ever be, and moves back up so his head is looking down at hers. He takes hold of one of her small hands, and guides it to his erection.<br><br>"There. Touch it, learn how a man is made. Become familiar with what's going to be thrust up inside you very soon. Do you feel the heat in your loins, your breasts, your belly? Can you feel how wet you've become, all ready for me to slide this inside?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 01:38:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled, “Lets just say there was a little bit of exploration going on during my boarding school days.” She giggling as she looked down at him as he teased her. He had to know she wasn’t wanton.” Biting her lip she looked over at him. <br><br>She feels him moving up his hard cock inches from her face. Biting her lip she looked up at him as he took her hand placing it around her cock. Her fingers barely touching each other she tried to wrap her fingers around him. Squeezing her hand slightly she moved her hand up and down taking in the size of him.<br><br>“You’re not going to fit.” She whispered looking over at him her eyes wide with fear and confusion. “This is going to hurt isn’t it?” She looked up at him as she let go of his cock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 02:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs delightedly at her admission of not being as blushingly ignorant as she'd initially claimed. He can't help but give a blissful groan as she squeezes his cock and strokes her hand up and down. Then she gives the typical virgin's response.<br><br>"It will fit, Vienne. Babies fit through the same hole, though that <em>does</em> hurt. But this? The only pain a woman feels when a man enters her is if she is not aroused and wet, or if it is her first time. It shall hurt a little, when I enter and tear your maidenhead. But that shall pass, and after tonight there shall be only pleasure."<br><br>He kisses her on the lips, his hands dropping to her breasts again to stroke and squeeze.<br><br>"Trust me, Vienne. Open your legs for me, let me enter. I shall be as gentle as I can, and give you all the pleasure I can. And after this, you shall enjoy it and be as eager for it as I."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 02:28:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed looking up at him as she heard about the fact that babies get through there, she blushed not wanting to think about babies just yet. She bit her lip as she kissed her lips, his hands gripping her breasts softly.<br><br>She heard him ask her to open her legs, she did as she looked into his eyes. “Alright…” She bit her lip as she felt him move between her legs. “I think that I’m ready.” She smiled slightly looking up into his yes. “Let’s do this.” she smiled softly at him.<br><br>((sorry my post is short my mind was drawing a blank as to what to say))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 02:40:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles. He's gazing into the blue eyes of the nervous, blushing yet trusting virgin laying under him and opening her legs. He can't think of anything that could be more enticing, more stimulating to male appetites. He takes position above her, the tip of his erection brushing against her thigh then touching the red curls of her mound.<br><br>"Yes" he tells her, his voice husky with desire. "Let us do this."<br><br>He guides the engorged head of his shaft to her wet slit, strokes it up and down a few times, and then points it at her entrance. He pushes his hips forward until her feels resistance, and then drives deep, feeling it give. Heat engulfs his cock, smooth and slick and so very, very tight. He waits a moment for the pain of her broken maidenhead to fade, and then slowly starts to work himself into her. Inch by inch he slides into the tight grip of her virgin cunt...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 03:56:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she watched him as he moved between her legs, she was holding her breath, but she didn’t realise until she gasped for air once he brushed his cock over her. “Looking into his eyes she felt him stroking himself against her firmer this time, once she felt his cock pushing slowly inside her she was shocked at how big he felt inside but how much she accommodated him<br><br>Gasping slightly as he pushed against her maiden head she looked up into his eyes, hoping that he wasn’t going to push in further, but he did with a quick push he was through. She let out a whimper as he broke through but it wasn’t as painful as she expected just a bit uncomfortable. <br><br>Running her fingers through her ahir she felt him pushing deeper inside her, she could feel every inch of him inside, there was no doubt now that she was still a virgin. Blushing she winced slightly as she felt him pushing through the thing veil that was her virginity. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 13:59:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He keeps slowly pushing deeper inside her until finally he feels the end of his prick nudge her cervix. Drawing back a little, he holds still to let her get used to the feel of him inside her. His eyes stay locked on hers, and a hand cups and squeezes her breast.<br><br>"You're a woman now, Vienne" he breathes.<br><br>Then he pulls slowly out of her, almost all the way, before just as slowly driving back inside. His every instinct is to start mindlessly rutting and ram himself as deep and hard into the slick hugging passage as he can until he spends inside her. Some other night he'll take her that way. But now, he thrusts at a slow, steady pace, letting her adjust before he lets his passions overwhelm him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 23:45:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she felt him deep inside her to the point where it was starting to hurt. Gasping she felt him pull back from her, looking into his eyes she smiled slightly. She giggled as she felt his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts, “Hmmm.” She whispered. “I think you’ve made me a woman.” She smiled looking up at him.<br><br>She whimpered as she felt him pull back, her body felt empty inside, as he pulled out of her. She ran her fingers through her hair looking up at him, smiling she kissed him deeply, “Thank you.” She smiled looking up at him. “I was so nervous.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 23:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The painful part has passed" he tells her. "Just enjoy now... Enjoy..."<br><br>He settles into a steady rhythm on top of her. The heavy weight of his body, larger and more powerful than hers, looms over her, presses down on her. His hips work against hers, between her thighs. He runs his hands all over her- warm, soft, every inch- always returning to her breasts as if they were magnets pulling his hands there.<br><br>Her inner heat grips him so tightly, he has to fight to keep control. She feels like a dream under him, around him, feeling so fragile and desirable. His breath comes in deep, steady gasps and sweat beads his naked skin while he settles into the primal moves of mating.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 01:18:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked up at him. “Oh God.” She whimpered looking over at him, smiling she kissed him deeply. “The pain had gone.” She whispered looking up at him as he pushed himself slowly deeper inside her. <br><br>Parting her legs more moved down raising her feet up onto the bed she could feeling him thrusting deeper and harder inside her. “Oh that feels better.” sHe whispered moaning harder in pleasure as he ran her hands over her breasts squeezing slightly.<br><br>Looking into his eyes she could feel him moving faster and harder. “Oh Yes…like that.” She moaned blushing heavily in pleasure as he fucked her harder, their bodies shaking as he stretched her tight wet cunt.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 01:30:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moans of pleasure and her eager response to his fucking stimulates him further. Groaning in pleasure at how her cunt squeezes him, he lets go of his restraint and starts to fuck her in earnest. He knows he should try to hold back, let her climax first. But now his cock is buried inside the girl he's lusted after for nearly two weeks he finds it's getting harder to postpone that.<br><br>"Vienne" he almost growls. "Vienne... Oh Vienne..."<br><br>His hips and hands become rougher, more urgent, as his lust rises.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 02:14:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she felt him thrusting deep inside her, her body was so new to his touches that she was closed to cumming already. “Oh God.” She whispered looking up at him. “I can’t stand much more.” She whimpered as her pussy clamps down slowly onto his member as she’s on the edge of her orgasm about to explode. <br><br>“Oh William.” She whimpered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 02:28:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He's going to erupt. As much as he tries to hold back, the sweet clenching of her cunt around him is too much. The sensations are becoming so good he can barely recall why he needs to resist. Letting go, he just starts to mindlessly pump away at the tight hole, reaching for the release he craves.<br><br>"Vienne!" he shouts. His body stiffens and shudders above her as he shoves his cock as deep inside her as it will go. The tip hitting her cervix again, his cock throbs and pulses inside her as he sprays his seed into her womb.<br><br>Holding there for an endless moment as he squirts blissfully into her, he finally relaxes, then sags panting down onto her. He's got enough presence of mind to half-prop himself up on his elbows so that she's only partly crushed under him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 02:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back she moaned hard feeling him thrusting deep inside her as she felt him thrusting harder, he started to speed him. Closing her eyes she didn’t hear him shout her name, she couldn’t feel him pushing against her cervix or him cumming deep inside her. <br><br>Moaning her she pushed back against him her body shaking as she felt herself cumming hard in pleasure. “Ohhhhh God.” She screamed her pussy clamping down harder onto his cock milking him for his cum.<br><br>She felt him suddenly pushing deep inside her she bit her lip moaning hard in pleasure. Feeling him laying down against her she smiled, running her fingers through his hair she kissed him deeply. “I love you.” She whispered, she wondered if he felt the same…they had only known each other for two weeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 03:06:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drowsy cobwebs filling his brain after spending inside a woman don't yield easily. He stays on top of her, inside her, looking down at her flushed face and sweat-tangled hair. He strokes her gently, kissing her breathlessly. He doesn't want to pull out, and just stays there with his wife underneath him.<br><br>"It is... Easy... To speak of love... In the warm glow... After coupling" he replies. "I did so before... With women... And it was just... Affection, and gratitude that they let me use their bodies so. I... Resolved not to say such a thing again... Unless I meant it."<br><br>He looks into her eyes for a long moment.<br><br>"But... I think, Vienne, that with you I might indeed mean it. I certainly care for you. I feel... I have not felt so for a woman since I was your age and knew my first. I had thought myself grown immune, but with you..."<br><br>He kisses her again.<br><br>"When I feel this way for a woman, I have learned to harden my heart and not let it grow into something it should not. But of course, you are my wife. I should give in to this feeling, let it bloom instead.<br><br>"Vienne... I love you." <br><br>He looks at her, but his eyes say his gaze is turned inward.<br><br>"I love you... Vienne, I think that I actually do. Or that I shall grow to do so. You seem a woman who can make a man love her very easily."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 03:23:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling his body against her she looked up at him, biting her lip she waited for his reply. As he started speaking she got the feeling that he was saying that he didn’t want to say that or feel it. She looked away from him, what had she done. She could have lived with a loveless marriage but she told him tht she loved him.<br><br>When he said that he could ‘care for her’ she felt like it was a slap in the face, you say that to someone who you could never love. ‘I don’t love you but I care for you.’ She tried to stop the tears from her eyes as he kissed her lips, she was hardly listening now to him as he kept talking.<br><br>He eventually said those words, she looked at him wondering if he was just saying them to make her feel happier, but instead she felt worse…” Biting her lip she wiped the tears from her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>He finally made the decision that he loved her eyes looked up at him. “Are you sure?” She whispered, but she didn’t smiled, she didn’t know what to trust…did he really love her or was he making it up, to make her feel better?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 13:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He can see that his reply wounds her, his lack of a quick returning of her feelings not what she'd hoped for. But he was just being sensible about things, wasn't he?<br><br>"Sure? I can't be sure, Vienne. I know more than you about the physical acts that a man and woman share, but when it comes to the heart... I know little more than you. I thought I was in love before, and now see it just for the infatuation it was. But...<br><br>"I will grant what I feel for you is... Not that. This is something more. How much more, whether it is love, I cannot say.<br><br>"I will say I've not felt anything quite like it for any other woman. Is that love?"<br><br>He gazes into her eyes, now sparkling with tears, and definitely feels something moved inside him. He kisses her again.<br><br>"I love you Vienne" he says, and it feels more natural to him now. He can feel that same giddy joy he'd felt in the flush of puppy love years ago, but he's older and wiser now. He'd thought himself beyond it. Does this mean it's love? He knows he wants to find out.<br><br>"I am too cautious with my heart is seems. Perhaps in that it is I who shall have to follow your lead and learn."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 20:26:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She heard him speaking, she suddenly didn’t want to be so close to him. She knew he was trying to be rational about everything but she had given herself to him, she gave him her heart and he had just ripped it into a million pieces.<br><br>She kept listening to him, but she didn’t want to, feeling him kissing her she hardly responded to him. He said that she loved him she didn’t believe him; he was just saying it now. Looking away from him she heard him speak, looking up at him she ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>“I’m sorry.” She whispered looking over at him. “I don’t mean that you should pretend.” She whispered. “I’m feeling quiet tired.” She looked up a him hoping he might take the hint.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 20:39:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls out of her and moves from on top. His hands still touch her, and he curses inside. What did he expect? She's young and naive and full of passionate romantic notions. Would it have been so bad to just give her the reassurance and pledges she'd wanted? It would hardly be like any other woman, whispering words of love only to leave her. She's his wife, he isn't going to leave her, he's going to spend the rest of his life with her.<br><br>Feeling her turn away, he moves behind her so she's spooned with her back against his chest and puts his arms around her. Ignoring her stiffness, he leans in to speak gently to her.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Vienne. Your first night in your husband's arms should not end like this. I will touch you no further tonight if that is what you wish."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 21:07:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling him pulling out of her she lay down on the bed, her body stiff against his, she was hurt by him but his words made her feel bad. Shaking her head she looked at him. “I’m sorry, I guess I read too many romance novels.” She looked back at him trying to smile. <br><br>“I guess…I shouldn’t expect you to feel something you don’t.” Taking his hands she wrapped them around her. Looking over at him she tried to smile, “I’m sorry…I am tired though” She bit her lip looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair.<br><br>Leaning against the pillow she started to drift off, her hand laced with him. She found that it was easier to lie about her feelings when she wasn’t looking into his eyes. Closing her eyes she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 21:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He can tell that nothing he says will change her mood tonight. Resigned, he simply lays there with her and lets her drift to sleep. Despite being tired himself, his thoughts keep him awake long after she has drifted to sleep.<br><br>How can he make things better? How can he make her as happy as she was before this? He'd always feared being trapped in some cold and loveless marriage of convenience. He'd thought Vienne had saved him from that, duty and joy combined. As he considers things, though, he suspects that Vienne felt the same and so was crushed by the thought that perhaps he doesn't care about her.<br><br>He awakens early- his Naval duties had formed the habit of waking in time for his shift, and he'd never lost the habit. He extricates himself from Vienne, and kisses her as she wakes. Then he sits up beside her. Hopefully having slept on it she might not be quite as distraught.<br><br>"Vienne, the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. I assure you, my words may have been clumsy and ill-considered, but I don't wish you to think your feelings for me are one-sided.<br><br>"I told you that had we not been betrothed, I would have courted you anyway. I meant that, Vienne. I had been undecided on marriage, half of a mind to turn down whatever girl my Mother had found and then seek out some woman myself to present the ring to. But then I saw you, and you were so beautiful I desired you at once. Then, when I spent time with you, I found it was not just your body which was beautiful and desirable.<br><br>"We shall be spending the rest of our lives together. I <em>want</em> us to spend the rest of our lives together. Please, Vienne, let me have a chance to show you how much you truly mean to me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 23:11:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She fell asleep quickly, she didn’t hear him wake up but she felt him moving around the room. Feeling him kiss her she had just about forgotten what had happened the night before when he brought it up. <br><br>She listened to him speaking sitting up slowly she pulled the covers up to cover her breasts, not because of embarrassment but because it was chilly during the night. “I know we will spend the rest of our lives together.” She bit her lip looking over at him. <br><br>“I guess I was a bit too emotional last night, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said something like that...I won't say it again...I promise.” She whispered, her fingers running through her hair. “Did you have anything planned for today?” She bit her lip her fingers running through her hair. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 23:18:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry too, Vienne. It seems I took your warm affection for granted. That I felt since we were to be married and past the preliminaries... You did not have to be courted. That was a mistake. Not only are we new in knowing each other, but a woman- any woman, but most especially you- deserves to be courted, to be shown how much she means to her man. I will endeavor to show you this, and not let you forget again."<br><br>He strokes her flame red hair.<br><br>"I had planned for us to go on another journey in the steam-launch. Shortly we shall move to London and begin outfitting for our tour of the Solar System- assuming you still want this?- but we cannot leave immediately. So I felt I could give you further flying lessons- and we might enjoy being able to go about alone together with none able to tell us it is wrong."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 00:15:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled warmly at him, “It doesn’t matter.” She whispered, taking his hand she squeezed it slightly. “It’s alright really…” She felt his hand stroking her hair, she wished she had never said anything it was all so complicated now she wished she hadn’t said anything.<br><br>“Oh…you want to take me flying again? I figured you were just being nice and showing off your ship to me.” She smiled slightly. “But…I’d still like to go travelling if that’s alright with you.” She bit her lip looking at him. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom…get a quick shower.” She whispered.<br><br>Pulling the cover over her she leant over kissing his cheek before grabbing a robe heading into the bathroom. Standing in the doorway she looked over at him. “You don’t mind…I just want to be alone for a little bit.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 00:21:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course I want to take you flying. I was showing off my ship, yes... But you are my wife, now, so it could be argued it's now your ship too. So you should know how to fly it."<br><br>He smiles as she kisses him, hoping that this is a sign she's getting over what happened the night before. He washes himself and dresses quickly, so that they are both dressed for breakfast. He waits for Vienne, wanting to walk down with her.<br><br>When she's done, he puts his arms around her and kisses her, tenderly but with passion.<br><br>"My wife" he says. "My beautiful Vienne. Let us face the crowd doubtless waiting for us at the breakfast table together."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:54:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She comes out of the bathroom as he headed into it. She fastens her hair up pulling on a dark blue dress, as she waits for him to get out of that bathroom and get dressed. He wraps his arm around her kissing her deeply, she kisses him back not as deep. <br><br>Pulling back slightly from him, she kept the smile on her face but she was still a bit angry, with him but trying to hide it from him. “I guess if we must head downstairs to face everyone.” She smiled slightly as she walked to the door heading out with him. <br><br>As they got downstairs everyone was sitting down waiting for them. Looking over at everyone they sat down. Smiling she looked at him, sitting down she started the chatter with the family. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:02:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He can tell that she's still not completely happy, but they both manage to smile when they sit down to breakfast. The conversation is what he'd expected, the usual mealtime small talk mixed with smiles and comments about the newlyweds. They are seated together, Vienne beside him as he sits at the head of the table and his Mother on the other side. Vienne's own Mother seems a little put out that she's been seated so far down the table, but there are several high-status guests still here from the day before and since she's now Lady Aldridge she far outranks her Mother socially.<br><br>The meal finally finishes, and he announces his intention to go flying. Then looks to his wife.<br><br>"And you, Vienne? Would you care to join me again?"<br><br>He keeps his voice steady and confident for his audience, but his eyes hold a hint of pleading.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:12:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The chatter was boring and inane she ate her breakfast looking at her mother giving her an apologetic look on her face. She smiled as she chatted to her friends trying to enjoy her breakfast, as soon as emptied her plate another was placed in front of her. <br><br>She was about to say that she was full when his mother smiled. “We need to get more weight on you if you’re going to have children soon.” She fixed the smile on her face again before looking over at him. <br><br>He spoke about flying and his question, she could see the look on his face. “Of course I’ll join you.” She smiled squeezing his hand softly. “Shall we get ready?” She whispered taking his hand, they made their excuses and headed upstairs to change into something warmer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:27:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quickly changing into warmer clothes, he takes her out to the steam-launch. He hasn't had it made ready for a quick departure this morning, so he instructs the servants to make a hamper again while the boiler starts up. Mindful of Vienne's need to learn, he actually stands and instructs her in the various stages, giving her a brief explanation of what each of the levers and dials she's adjusting does while she works.<br><br>"You show a true aptitude for this" he tells her. "I was not merely flattering you with pretty lies the last time we flew. You learn quickly."<br><br>His smile as he watches her work is certainly genuine. The idea of her learning to fly beside him is one he rather likes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 02:56:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they head outside into the ship she watches, as he gets the ship ready, running her fingers through her hair he instructs her on what to move and where to put it. Biting her lip she listens to him compliment.<br><br>“Thank you.” She smiled slightly looking up at him. “I’m glad that I can do something right.” Biting her lip she smiled as they headed down to London. Half way there they stopped again for lunch. <br><br>“Are you ready for lunch?” She smiled as she took his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 14:43:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can get more than just something right, Vienne. You've probably been told that anything you do isn't good enough for too long. I've yet to see you do anything that is less than good enough, often much better than that."<br><br>The trim-levers need more force to pull them than any other controls- Trimsmen tend to have characteristically strong arms. So he shows her the operation of the trip panels, covering the Cavorite to let the launch raise or lower, he just has her pull each lever a few times before returning to the helm. He could see that working the trim would have her exhausted in less than an hour. <br><br>Instead, he then instructs her in the commands the Helm gives to the Trim, and lets her send the Launch where she will. He watches her face as it dawns on her that she's commanding the vessel now, and smiles. She has a few bumpy moments when she misjudges a thermal updraft or a shift in the wind, but each time he explains what she did wrong and he notes she learns quickly not to make them. Occasionally advising her to make a different order, he nonetheless lets her otehrwise choose a course almost at random.<br><br>He sees that she's picked, by design or chance, the route toward London that they'll be following when he takes the <em>Maiden of Madras</em> there later this week. Perhaps she's eager for the sights of the big city already, he thinks.<br><br>"Yes" he tells her. "I'm ready for lunch."<br><br>With occasional advice from him she manages to guide the launch down- there's a bump as they land, but nothing that was in danger of damaging the launch.<br><br>Looking at her, seeing the expression on her face at having managed this, he can't help but take her in his arms and kiss her. Wearing the Aeronaut's coat, hat and goggles she still manages to look utterly adorable, and he laughs as their goggles knock together. He admittedly hasn't that much practice kissing another Aeronaut.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 23:26:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened to him giving orders and enjoyed flying, the ship, even if she didn’t know what she was doing. He helps her to set down, looking at him she smiled. He pulled her towards him wrapping his arms around her kissed him deeply, their goggled bumping together, pulling them off she smiled.<br><br>“Well I haven’t had much practice kissing anyone.” She smiled curling into him as she pressed herself against him. “You’re the only person that makes me laugh.” She kissed him deeply as she pushed his goggles and hat off. <br><br>Pulling back she smiled, “I love you.” She whispered, pulling back she cursed herself. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop saying it now.” She sighed as she took off the coat, she grabbed the blanket before moving down the ladder wishing she had never said anything like that.<br><br>Setting the blanket down she sat down on the blanket kicking herself for saying it again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 00:05:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking off his own gear he climbs down the ladder after her. He moves up behind her and takes hold of her shoulders, turning her around and kissing her again.<br><br>"Don't feel sorry. Do you think being in love is anything to be ashamed of? I'm a lucky man to have a wife as beautiful and intelligent as you who loves me. I'm the one who needs to apologise. I... If I say it now you won't believe me again, will you? <br><br>"So I'll just say you mean more to me than any woman I've known before. Much more. That much I'm certain of."<br><br>He holds her, looking into her eyes. Hoping to find that she's moved past the upset.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 00:24:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes her in his arms kissing her deeply she looked up at him. “I don’t know if I’ll believe you…I wish I hadn’t said anything to begin with.” She whispered, “I have to make things so complicated.” She looked up at him. <br><br>As he said that she means more then any other woman she smiles. “How many other women have you been with?” She bit her lip trying to make him smile, she didn’t know if it was working. <br><br>Leaning into him she pressed her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around his. She resisted the urge to say that she loved him, “So where are we going first?” She whispered looking up him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 00:42:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would have to think on that" he tells her. "Not the answer you'd prefer, I know. Since that says something about how many women there have been. I don't believe I could count them on my fingers."<br><br>He moves to start laying out the hamper on the blanket. There's the same sort of foods as the first time, along with the inevitable leftovers from yesterday's wedding dinner.<br><br>"In a few days, we shall take the <em>Maiden of Madras</em> to London. There, you can see the sights of the Capital as I fit the ship for an extended voyage- it's always best to make sure you have everything, and since this means a few weeks work London is the best place to spend that time. Then... Where do you wish to see? There are many wondrous sights on Earth alone, which we can see before we set out to the planets. Or after that, if Mars and Venus have caught your fancy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 01:00:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled slightly. “Well I guess that it makes me feel better. That you think more about me then them.” She bit her lip looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled. <br><br>Sitting down on the blanket she started to pour some wine from the bottle he brought into the glasses. Taking a few sips of wine she ran her fingers through her hair. “I’d love to see London.” She smiled, “I’ve only ever been to London once, but that was when I was a child.” She bit her lip looking up at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly. <br><br>“I’m not sure.” She whispered looking up at him. “Where would you like to go?” She smiled. “Earth would be fun but at the same time…I want to see the Solar System.” She bit her lip hoping she didn’t sound greedy. “It’s nice being away from my parents…but when we come back where will we live?” She smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 01:14:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Where shall we live? Why, at Aldridge Hall. I am the Earl of Aldridge, you are Lady Aldridge and it is our house. My Mother lives there, of course, and it may as well be her house in practice- but in Law it is ours. And more than large enough to hold us all. It is simply a matter of recognising that, should you but act strongly enough, the servants would be required to obey you over her."<br><br>He opens and pours the wine for them while she fills the plates.<br><br>"And not just London. A Void-Ship can travel to any place on this world in the space of a day. Paris, Vienna, Prague, St. Petersburg. All these sights we shall see together."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 02:13:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, “I wasn’t sure…I don’t know if I can handle a battle of wills with your mother…she’s very formidable.” She giggled softly looking at him, “But if I must be Lady of the house I shall…but there might be a total overhaul in store.” She smiled as she fills the plates up making sure he gets some of everything. <br><br>“You said the other day there are things that can stop a woman getting pregnant…are you keen on having a child right away? I’m only 18 and I’d rather have some kind of life before we have children…I only ask because you’re so old.” She smiled teasing him as she lay resting on one arm as she picked up some food with her free hand. “What do you think?” She smiled.<br><br>“You know the worlds better then me…why don’t you show me somewhere I might find enjoyable.” She smiled…looking up at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 12:37:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you wish to delay things, then we can do so. It will already be perhaps a year before we can have a child even if we tried, extending that is no great problem. We shall make sure to visit Mars first, then, since they are the ones who produce the drugs for this and I trust not any smuggled or fabricated ones we might find in London. Polite society frowns on them, so no reputable company will supply them. This means it is smugglers and cheap back-street chemists who will sell them, whose products are not always of the best quality."<br><br>He watches her smile, and he finds himself feeling lucky once again that he's married to this woman.<br><br>"Well then, once we have enjoyed London, we shall briefly tour some places I know here on Earth. Then, Fully equipped and provisioned, to Mars."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 22:34:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly looking up at him, “I’d rather wait…I know it will annoy your mother…maybe that’s a good reason.” She grinned looking over at him as she bit into a grape. Laying on her front she rested on her elbows, “Well if it is frowned upon in London then Mars would be better.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br><br>“I can’t to leave, I wish we could go now but I know that we can’t…” She pouted at him. “I guess I shall have to find ways to entertain myself.” Sighing she looked up at him, as she kept eating.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 00:09:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes indeed, what can we do to pass the time?" <br><br>He smiles a knowing smile at her, his look less than innocent and virtuous.<br><br>"I think, Vienne, that the temptation to indulge my carnal appetites on my pretty young bride might well get the better of me. I could well begin performing the beastly act of fornication far more than is dutiful, to the point where some might suspect I derive enjoyment form it."<br><br>He pointedly looks down to the swell of her breasts that the overly modest modern dresses don't successfully hide. He then licks his lips slowly and winks at her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 00:20:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, “We can look at the clouds…or talk…” She looked at him innocently as she saw the look on his face. <br><br>“I don’t know what you are suggesting…I have preformed my duty….I assumed that what we did last night would be a strictly once a month affair.” She kept her face straight as she said that… “I cannot imagine what would make you assume that we would be doing that shameful, degrading act that we had to do last night…any more then is necessary…in fact if we are not having children yet we can put off doing it until we feel the need to have children.”<br><br>She picked up her wine taking a sip as she pulled the most serious face she could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 10:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm..."<br><br>He assumes an exaggerated expression of sober regret.<br><br>"If that is the case, then I must allow you to refrain from such things. After all, a husband must not subject his wife to any such unwanted advances. No, he must instead seek a mistress to satisfy such base urges with a low woman not so unwilling to partake.<br><br>"A man whose wife was beautiful, passionate and uninhibited in her own carnal appetites- why, such a lucky fellow should never need to stray from his marriage bed. But if my own wife is so respectable- I fear I must seek a wanton whore with no sense of moral shame and a willingness to degrade herself in the bedchamber for my delight."<br><br>He leans closer, whispering in a conspiratorial fashion.<br><br>"Tell me, Vienne, have you any notion of where I might find such a lewd succubus as this? I've a notion I might find her rather close by..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 20:29:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept her face straight as he spoke about getting a mistress. She rolled her eyes looking over at him. Running her fingers through her hair she sighed. “I guess I shall have to let you have a mistress if it will keep your hands from wandering over my body, your lips over my skin and your…cock fucking me.” She whispered. <br><br>Moving towards him she smiled… “You want me to find you a mistress?” She sighed. “I’m not sure that I can do that considering you will have to spend time and money on this women…perhaps if you asked me nicely I might consider…being with you.” She giggled looking over at him.<br><br>“But then again I might not.” She smiled looking up at him. “You’ll have be very persuasive to change my mind.” She giggled looking over at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 04:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wraps her in his arms and pulls her close.<br><br>"Mmm... I suppose that having you perform the duties my pleasure and satisfaction require would be more convenient than finding a mistress. But are you sure that you wish for this? I shall require so very many pleasures from you. What you were forced to submit to last night is merely how a man impregnates a woman. There are many, many things that are done merely to please the man... And also the woman, if she is sufficiently depraved to to pleasure in the distasteful function of rutting.<br><br>"But I can ask you nicely, and be very persuasive. And if that is not enough..."<br><br>He leans down to give a throaty whisper into her ear.<br><br>"Then I know places where various... Restraints... Can be purchased. Means to control a woman and compel her obedience. Chains and collars, gags and blindfolds and soft, silken whips. Perhaps I shall be forced to use such things upon my disobedient wife, behind the closed doors of our bedchamber where none can see or interfere."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 22:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She smiled at him giggling softly, “There are many other things?” She smiled… “I’m not depraved…I am a good girl.” She whispered looking up at him, her fingers running through her hair her hair softly. “But if you were to persuade me then I <em>could</em> still be good but…bad.” She giggled.<br><br>Looking up at him as he leant down talking about restraints. “Oh really?” She smiled, “You wish to tie me up and use me.” She frowned her fingers running through her hair. “That sounds very mean.” She giggled looking over at him, “But it does sound fun.” She smiled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she bit her lip. “Maybe…you could…tie me up.” She giggled softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 22:36:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, perhaps I will do that. You seem somewhat inconstant in your willingness to serve your husband- I think that you might need to be brought in line. Oh, we shall definitely need to think of ways to do so."<br><br>The fact that she blushes and giggles at the prospect instead of looking horrified and offended as any respectable woman- and many disreputable women- would gives him a thrill as he thinks of just what he might be able to persuade her into doing. Utterly naive in the ways of sex, and yet willing to explore without any ideas of what it allowed and what not, she promises to be a fine bedmate.<br><br>Their meal finished, they pack the hamper and return to the launch. All the while he makes occasional comments and gives her glances that suggest there's something coming without telling her what it might be. When they are aboard, he adjusts the trim to raise them into the air, then shifts it back. The launch is now stationary in the sky, moving slightly in the wind and with the deck hidden and inaccessible to anyone who might wander by.<br><br>He turns toward her with a stern face.<br><br>"It seems, Vienne, that I am going to have to teach you the nature of discipline and obedience. Before we return, I shall give you a brief, but extremely <em>deep</em> and <em>thorough</em> lesson on the subject. Shall you submit to it willingly... Or am I to subdue you forcefully?"<br><br>The look in his eyes is one of lust rather than anger, and his stern-set mouth twitches a little at the corners.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 23:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she looked over at him, “I’m not unwilling I am teasing you. I am all yours.” She giggled her fingers running through her hair. She wondered what he was going to do with her, whatever it was it was turning her on. Moving closer to him she ran her fingers through her hair as she lay back on the blanket after she had eaten, stretching out over it suggestively…but he didn’t seem to understand what she was doing.<br><br>As they got up on deck she moved towards the controls frowning as he set the ship to rise slightly without moving anymore. “Are we not heading home?” She frowned looking over at him. “I though we were.” She bit her lip looking up at him as she moved towards him she was about to wrap her arms around him when he turned. <br><br>The look on his face made her frown…what had she done wrong. She frowned as he spoke. “I am obedient.” She whispered looking over at him. Biting her lip she was suddenly worried as he spoke about ‘a deep and thorough lesson’ and asking her to ‘submit willingly’. Biting her lip se looked up at him… “What do you mean?” She frowned.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 23:35:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He opens one of the equipment lockers set against the hull, and takes out a length of thin but sturdy cord. He pulls it taunt with a snapping sound.<br><br>"I find that I am in need of your wifely services. And I wish to make sure that you shall not be able to escape from them before I am satisfied."<br><br>He moves to the front of the helm, where it stands like a short pulpit before the front deck, and starts threading the rope through the rails. He's heard rumors of some officers tying men to be flogged like this, but he's going to be far more careful in his treatment of Vienne. Rough, but not painful.<br><br>"Come here, wife, and be properly chastised."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 23:58:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Wifely services?” She bit her lip looking over at him, “Why would I want to escape?” She frowned, her mind wandered through what he was going to do. She wanted to go home not scared of what he was going to do with her body. Looking over at him she pulled back from him.<br><br>Blushing she watched as he grabbed some rope before fastening around a short pulpit. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair, “What are you going to do to me?” She frowned hoping that he wasn’t going to hurt her. <br><br>“Chastised?” She frowned looking over at him, slowly she moved towards him. “I will let you chastise me if you give me a kiss.” She smiled trying to relax but it wasn’t working so well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 00:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, and leans in to give her a kiss. His arms wrap around her, and while kissing her guides her around to face the helm. <br><br>"Do not fret, Vienne. We simply play a game here."<br><br>Then he takes her hands, lifting them up to tie her wrists to the wooden railing. He knows knots, and she's held tight but not constricted. The height means she has to stand up straight with her arms over her head, and with her face to the wooden paneling she can't see what he's doing behind her.<br><br>"Now then" he says. "What am I going to do with you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 00:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed him back deeply pressing herself against him. She frowned as he guided her into position. “A game called tie your wife up?” She bit her lip looking over her shoulder at him until he moves her hands above her head fastening them to the railing above.<br><br>“Love, please don’t tie me up.” She whispered hoping he might respond to her pleas, but she got the feeling that he wouldn’t. She tried to move her hands but they were tied securely but not in anyway to cause her pain. “<br><br>“I don’t know what you’re going to do with me…because I just asked that question. Blushing she peaked over her shoulder before her neck started to hurt. “Please, love, untie me. I will not be coy anymore.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 04:08:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doesn't untie her. He does, however, wrap his arms around her from behind and kiss her neck. He whispers into her ear, nibbling at her lobe.<br><br>"Vienne... For this to be enjoyable you must trust me. If you truly fear what I might do, then it will simply be unpleasant. Please. Take a slow breath to calm yourself. Know that I would not hurt you, not truly.<br><br>"Moland. My middle name, and very seldom used except when my titles are being read out. Call me by that and I shall know you truly wish me to free you, to cease whatever we do. There. It is within your power to end whatever game we might play, now and always.<br><br>"But if you call me William, or Husband, I shall ignore your pleas and proceed with whatever I am doing, no matter how piteously you beg."<br><br>He steps back, and she hears him rummaging in the lockers again. Then he is kneeling down behind her, and begins to hike up her dress to reveal her petticoats and drawers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 11:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his hands moving around her, biting her lip she looked back at him. Blushing she closed her eyes as he kissed and nibbled on her ear and neck. Sighing she pushed back against him. <br><br>“I am calming down.” She whispered looking back over her shoulder at him, “But what are you going to do?” She smiled softy. “I know you wont hurt me…but I’d like you tell me what you’re going to do to me.” She bit her lip looking over her shoulder at him.<br><br>She could hear him stepping behind her as rummaging in the lockers, biting her lip she jumped as he pushed her skirts up. Looking over at him, “William…please stop.” She whispered.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 15:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I shall stop when I've had what I want from you" he tells her. "And not before."<br><br>He hikes her skirt up above her waist, then uses the clips he's taken from the locker to fasten it to her dress so that it stays up. Then he slowly does the same with her petticoats, gathering the flimsy white material up and fastening it to show her drawers, the baggy, ruffled leg coverings that go down to her shins. He unties the drawstrings, and tugs them down. Soon they lie puddled around her feet, leaving her bare from the waist down in the cool breeze.<br><br>His rough hands cup her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them.<br><br>"Yes, I shall have my way with you here and now. But perhaps first some chastisement is in order. Naughty wives who do not properly respect their husbands should be given some sort of punishment. Perhaps a spanking is in order?"<br><br>He delivers a slap to her bare backside, carefully judged to make as loud a noise as possible while only causing a brief stinging of pain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 00:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel his hands moving over her as he clipped the ties up under at her waist. Biting her lip she looked over at him, “I know, love.” She smiled looking back over her shoulder at him, her petticoats were up next, then her pantaloons unfastened and left on the floor by her feet.<br><br>Biting her lip she felt the cool breeze around her formerly covered skin. Giggling she jumped as he cupped her arse, stroking, squeezing and teasing her. She knew what he was going to do, she wasn’t scared she was really turned on; she knew that this was probably wrong but she didn’t care.<br><br>“I respect you, my love.” She giggled looking back at him. “I was just teasing you.” She pouted, she heard him say a spanking she frowned. “A spanking?” but he didn’t reply, she felt a sharp slap on her bare backside. “Oooooh.” She jumped, it didn’t hurt too much but it feely kind of good. “Hmmmm.” She giggled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles at her response to his slap. It seems she's going to be easy to convert to this kind of love-play. His hand starts to slap her buttocks, just as before, slowly giving her loud, stinging swats. <br><br>"Is that a cry of pain I hear? Or something else? Surely you can't be finding pleasure in being spanked? In having your private parts displayed so openly? What kind of wanton hussy are you, Vienne?"<br><br>He starts interspersing his spanking with rough, groping caresses up and down her thighs, his calloused fingers rubbing up and down the soft skin in between her legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:27:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she moaned softly in pleasure. “Ohhhh.” Pushing back against him she moaned softly in pleasure. “You’re so mean.” She whispered pushing back against him. “I am not a wanton hussy…” She bit her lip pushing back against him loving the way he spanked her arse.<br><br>Closing her eyes she moaned harder in pleasure. Biting her lip she whimpered pushing back against him. “Ohhhh.” She whimpered loving he way he teased her body. “Ohhh God.” She moaned her eyes shut in pleasure.<br><br>Shivering she felt his hands moving over her thighs as he spanked her arse harder. “Was this just what you were going to do to me?” She giggled, “I don’t know why I was so worried.” She giggled pushing back against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed, it seems to be having quite the opposite effect. Well, then, if further measures are needed..."<br><br>He spanks her a little longer, then his hand drifts to the red curls on display. His fingers start to trace her pussy, and stroke her folds the way she recalls from the night before.<br><br>"Already getting wet and ready, wiggling your arse at me and giggling when you're spanked. I think that you're a wanton hussy and you need a good, hard fucking. And I'm going to hear you say it out loud, before I finally give you what you're so hot for."<br><br>One thing is different from the night before, she discovers. His fingers now don't just trace the folds of her sex, they start to delve deep inside her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 02:01:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she pushed back against him, her body shaking as she felt him spanking her harder then before. Looking over at him she ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>“I can’t help how my body reacts to your touch.” She smiled pushing back against him, she could feel his fingers teasing over her pussy. Closing her eyes she moaned softly in pleasure. “Ohhh William.” She moaned softly.<br><br>“You’re the one leading me astray.” She giggled, “I think that you’re the bad one for corrupting me.” She smiled, “Maybe I am a wanton hussy…but I don’t hear you complaining about it…I think that you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” <br><br>She bit her lip as she felt him pushing his fingers inside her, gasping she looked over her shoulder at him. “What are you doing?” She whispered, her voice wavering as she felt him deep inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 02:05:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps I am leading you astray. Perhaps I am enjoying doing so. But Vienne... I'm still going to hear you say it."<br><br>He slaps her again, and his other hand probes deeper inside.<br><br>"What am I doing? Why, I'm looking for where your sluttish hunger might be hidden inside you. Are they perhaps here?"<br><br>His fingers, entering her from behind, are perfectly placed to find the slightly different textured place and start stroking his rough fingers over her G-spot.<br><br>"Say it, Vienne. Say that you're a slut and a whore and that all you can think of is having my cock rammed into your hungry little hole. Say it, Vienne. Beg me for my dick inside you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 02:11:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he spoke, slapping her arse and pushing his fingers deep inside her tight wet cunt. “I don’t think you’ve found it.” She giggled softly as she pushed back against him moaning in pleasure.<br><br>Feeling his fingers pushing inside from behind her, they quickly found the senstivive spot that caused her hips to jump. “Ohhh.” She bit her lip gasping slightly at the pleasure.<br><br>Hearing what he wanted her to say she considered it, smiling she pushed back against him. “No.” She said, her voice quivering with pleasure as she said it. “I will not beg…” She giggled, she was teasing him she would say it eventually but not right now.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 02:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will" he tells her. "You may fight it, but in the end, you will beg for me to fuck you like the slut you are."<br><br>His fingers start to rub and caress her, inside and out. One slides in and out, caressing her inside and rubbing her g-spot. The other rubs her clit and strokes the wet folds outside. The skill with which they move shows he's very familiar with a woman's most private parts. He knows just where to touch her to send jolts to pleasure through her, and he begins learning which places are more or less sensitive for her than usual.<br><br>He knows just how to bring her pleasure and push her toward climax. But he also knows how to tell when she's getting close. He keeps going for several minutes, his fingers making wet sounds down below as his voice keeps whispering filthy, shameless things into her ear. He lets her feel an orgasm start building, getting close...<br><br>Then he slows down, moves to less sensitive areas, lets it die down unfulfilled. And when he's certain it's been nipped in the bud, he begins to start building her up to orgasm again.<br><br>"You know you want it. Beg me for it, or I shall tease you all afternoon but never satisfy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 20:52:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back she moaned softly in pleasure. “Oh God.” She felt his fingers pushing deeper and harder inside her, closing her eye she loved the way he teased her. <br><br>She leant back against him as he pushed his fingers inside her, his fingers rubbing her clit at the same time. She could feel the orgasm starting to build, her breathing got quicker as she heard him speaking into her ear. The filth that he was saying should have shocked her but the growl in his voice was teasing her body.<br><br>She could feel herself close to orgasm, when he pulled his fingers away. She growled in annoyance, “Ohhhh don’t do that.” She whispered looking back at him. <br><br>Closing here yes she could feel him bringing her back to orgasm again. “OK, OK I submit to you.” She paused trying to take a deep breath as she looked over at him. “I’m a slut, a whore and all I can think about is having your cock rammed into my hungry little hole.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 21:21:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That will do" he tells her. "Next time you shall have to start sounding more as if you mean it, and being more creative in your begging."<br><br>His hands move away from her, and she can hear the sound of his belt being unfastened. He'd tease her more, make her beg harder, but he's already too eager to be inside her. His pants come down, and then he moves close up behind her. His erection brushes her thighs as he moves into position.<br><br>Her legs are pushed a little so that they are spread with her feet against the wall. Her hands are tied at a height so that she's bent with her backside stuck out. He guides himself to her opening, and pushes his cock up into her.<br><br>"Yes" he growls as he's sheathed inside her tight, wet heat. "There... Do your duty... Give your husband what he needs from you. Your cunt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 22:33:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I said what you wanted me to say.” She sighed. “And that isn’t good enough for you.” She pouted frowning she felt him pulling back from her. “What are you doing back there?” She said frowning as she looked back just seeing him pushing his trousers down.<br><br>She frowned as he pulled her hips back so that he could have better access to her pussy. Biting her lip she felt him guiding himself pushing deep inside her. “Oh God.” She whispered feeling him thrusting deep inside her.<br><br>Closing her eyes she moaned in pleasure feeling him pushing slowly inside her. “My duty?” She giggled “Do you’re duty and satisfy you’re wife.” She giggled pushing back against him feeling him pushing deep inside her. “Hmmmm.” She grinned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 22:41:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gives a lusty sigh when he's finally all the way inside, the tip of his cock nudging her cervix. He grasps her by the hips and slowly starts to thrusts.<br><br>"Ah yes... I can see that you're going to be a most demanding, even insatiable, little minx." He shoves deep inside her. "What a fortunate man this makes me..."<br><br>He starts to drive into her, setting a slow, steady pace which has his pulling most of the way out before going all the way back in again. He lifts her hips up with each thrust, sending her up on tip-toes, and the different direction of entry means the pressure and friction inside her is all in different places than her other experience of sex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:12:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back she pushed herself back against him. “Oh William.” She moaned as he pushed himself deep inside her filling her up completely. “Oh God.” She whispered loving the way he felt pushing deep inside her making her moan in pleasure. <br><br>“I prefer being called a minx to a whore…” She bit her lip, “Oh God. I love feeling you inside me…” She arched her back pushing against him. Giggling she moaned in pleasure feeling him thrusting deep inside her.<br><br>“Oh God.” She whispered pushing back against him, she kept being pushed up on her toes. Arching her back she moaned in pleasure, it feels amazing. She whispered loving the way it felt thrusting deep inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:18:38</strong>
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				Feeling her hips starting to move with him, eagerly taking his prick inside her, he slowly starts to move faster.<br><br>"Oh yes... I love being inside you. Love feeling you writhing against me, eager for my dick. Love your tight, eager cunt."<br><br>He starts to slap her buttocks in time with his thrusts, watching her red hair bouncing as he pushes into her and rocks her as she leans against the wall with her pussy extended out to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:34:04</strong>
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				Arching her back she pushed back against him. “Love, please can you untie me.” Arching her back she moaned in pleasure, pushing herself back against him, loving he way he grabbed her hips pulling her back onto his cock.<br><br>“Oh God…” She whispered feeling him thrusting deep inside her. “Oh God you’re so amazing.” She whispered. “Harder.” She giggled loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside her.<br><br>“Oh God.” She whispered loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside her. Pushing back against him she moaned harder in pleasure. Giggling she moaned in pleasure as he pushed himself against her. Her hips wiggling as she thrust into her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:40:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes... Yes... Yes..."<br><br>His climax starts to build. The way she responds so eagerly, not experienced yet simply giving in to what her body seems to know it should do- he can't believe his luck getting a wife like this.<br><br>He does as she demands, thrusting harder inside her, and slapping her arse harder too.<br><br>"Oh Vienne... You Minx... You wanton harlot..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh God.” She whimpered moaning in pleasure as he pushed deeper inside her. “Rub my clit.” She whispered moaning harder in pleasure. “Oh yess…” She moaned loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside her. <br><br>“I’m not sure I can stand much more.” She whimpered as she felt him thrusting deeper inside her. Wiggling her hips as he slapped her arse harder then before. Loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside her, “Oh God, fuck me harder.” She whispered loving the way he felt deep inside her. “Oh William, please rub my clit.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:01:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm yes... Didn't take you long... To become such a hussy. A respectable woman... Isn't supposed to know... That such a thing exists... Let alone mention it by name... And ask for it to be rubbed."<br><br>He nonetheless reaches around to obligingly rub the hard little button in question with his fingers, squeezing it gently then stroking all around. He feels his orgasm getting close, closer, so nearly there and now he's just trying to wait on her pleasure before he has his.<br><br>"Yes... Yes... Fuck me Vienne, fuck me, fuck me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:24:42</strong>
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				“I’ve read a few of the more…” She bit her lip trying to hide a sigh. “Detailed stories then normal.” Arching her back she moaned harder in pleasure, “I never said I was respectable.” She giggled pushing back against him, loving the way he pushed deep inside her.<br><br>As he started to rub her pussy harder she bit her lip sighing softly. “Oh God.” She whimpered, closing her eyes she moaned in pleasure feeling him thrusting deeper inside her. “Oh God William.” She moaned harder in pleasure as she felt herself cumming hard in pleasure over his thick cock. <br><br>“Oh fuckkkk….”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:33:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He feels her squeeze and clench around him, writhing and moaning. He gives up any restraint, and starts thrusting as hard and fast as he can. He closes his eyes and just focuses on the pleasure rising, the urgent need building, building, building...<br><br>He shouts, and erupts into her. He holds her tight for a few moments, shuddering, then relaxes panting.<br><br>"Oh yes... You... Vienne... Are most certainly... Not... A respectable woman. You are a wild and wanton minx... And God above but I adore you for it. If I had described a perfect wife and picked my favorite from the candidates so described, I do not think I could have done better than you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:41:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back she felt the orgasm ride over herself as he fucked her harder and faster, closing her eyes she moaned harder in pleasure. He came deep inside her grabbing her hips before thrusting deep inside her.<br><br>Closing her eyes she felt his body pressed against him. “Well then…thank you.” She smiled looking over at him, “I’m glad that you’re satisfied with me…I glad that you can handle me and want to take me away from this planet.” She giggled looking over at him. <br><br>Looking over at him she smiled, “Can you unfasten me…my arms are getting tired.” She pouted looking over at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:47:55</strong>
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				"I've had what I wanted from you, so I think I might let you go now. Or perhaps not quite yet, since your claim I can handle you might not be true. I suspect you're quite teh handful once you begin to spread your wings... Or your legs as the case may be."<br><br>He pulls out and finds a cloth to wipe them both clean, then tucks himself away and unties her hands. He unfastens the clips and lets her skirts fall down again.<br><br>"So, let us return home. And on the way, you can confess to your husband what sinful books you've been reading- and also just what these 'explorations' at school you mentioned were. And remember, I want every last sordid detail out of you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:56:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he spoke, she was sure he wasn’t going to keep her fastened up there all night…but then again she wasn’t sure. “The only person I intend to be with is you.” She smiled as he cleaned the both before unfastening her hands and her skirt. Pulling her draws up she fastened them in place. Smiling she looked over at him.<br><br>Moving towards him she wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him deeply. “I would never cheat on you.” She smiled pressing herself against him. Letting him go she figured it would be easier to let him do most of the work whilst she recounted the days she spent at school and the ‘orgies’ (for lack of a better word) she and some of her dorm friends use to do. <br><br>She decided to go into graphic details about how they use to tease each other, how they would ‘play’ with the girl beside them in a circle and the first girl to orgasm had to ‘service the rest of them’. She smiled as she finished wondering if he was appalled by her behaviour, she didn’t care she remembered those days fondly. She was glad that she had a husband who shared her passion and needs, since she was sure she would have to bring out an old copy of her favourite erotic book.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:14:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs delightedly as she describes the pleasures she and her school friends had shared together. The shy, wilting flower he saw when they first met clearly has hidden depths. He throws his arms around her and kisses her passionately when she's done recounting her previous adventures.<br><br>"Vienne, everything I learn about you simply makes me feel even luckier to have married you."<br><br>He kisses her again, and smiles at her.<br><br>"I've been privileged to have seen two beautiful women engaging in such activities before, and to have enjoyed the both of them afterward. To hear that you have done so, and found it a pleasure... I quite forgive you for my not having been your first lover.<br><br>"I shall tell you this- your vow to be true and only touch me carnally and no other- this I shall only hold you to where men are concerned. If you find yourself touched with desire at seeing another member of the fairer sex, and you think she would not reject your advances, then do not hesitate to bed her. I ask only that I am told every detail afterward."<br><br>He leans closer, whispering to her.<br><br>"I had thought to avoid seeking out female company in the manner to which I am accustomed from now on, with you warming my bed so delightfully. But should you wish... I know where women can be found who would not object to sharing a bed with both of us. Would doing so please you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 21:06:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he wraps his arms around her kissing her deeply glad that he wasn’t angry with her and listening to his words he seemed to be more inclined to it. Giggling she looked over at him running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly at him.<br><br>Looking up at him she smiled, “Since I wasn’t your first lover, I think you can forgive me for not being mine.” She grinned as she pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck she could kiss him deeply. “I think that I would like to exhaust everything I can do with you, before we bring in another person.” She giggled looking over at him.<br><br>Wrapping her arms around him she kissed him deeply looking over at him, “Do we have to go home? I want to go do something new…other then you tying me up and fucking me.” Looking up into his eyes as she kissed him deeply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 21:15:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He strokes her gently, kissing her back.<br><br>"I think it'll be quite a while before I find myself thinking of another woman anyway" he tells her. "You're a woman with a great deal to keep a man interested. And we've certainly a great deal of things to try yet- we've barely scratched the surface."<br><br>He holds her and ponders the question, then goes to the helm and opens the map out.<br><br>"What did you think you would find entertaining? I can see what we can reach here- with London so close, I might even be able to think of a few entertainments you might find diverting. Though truth be told, many are in places where it's a man's mistress or whore of the evening that'd be accompanying him. It's considered disreputable enough for a man of good breeding to be seen in some quarters of London, for a woman? Heaven forbid."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 21:45:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Looking into his eyes she smiled softly, pressed herself against him she ran her fingers through her hair. Pressing herself against him she kissed him deeply, “I can imagine just how much fun we’re going to have together.” She smiled as she pressed herself against him. <br><br>“Let’s have some fun together. I want to try a lot of things.” She grinned her fingers running through her hair.<br><br>She smiled at him… “I would love to go see the entertainment that’s unsavoury for a respectable…but like you said I’m not respectable.” She giggled her fingers running through her hair. “What’s the difference between a Mistress and a wife? From what I can tell…a dress, an attitude and a name… If I changed my name and appearance before we went out no one would know that I was your wife and not your mistress.” She grinned as she kissed him deeply. “What do you think?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 23:02:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed delightedly. She's as fiery in spirit as her hair suggests, her Mother might have quashed it as best she could but clearly some embers had been glowing sullenly inside, and now it seems she's bursting into flame anew like a fire that a careless tender had thought extinguished.<br><br>"To London, then! We might arrive late for any shopping, but... Hmm... There are certain houses of ill-repute which I'm sure can provide clothing on short notice which might not seem so out of place where we shall be going."<br><br>He leaves the map open on the section he needs and places it behind the glass screen, quickly calculating the course he needs. Vienne can see that this is perhaps the most complex part of flying, though she manages to follow the essence of what he's doing. She sees that the pencils hanging by the glass case contain a waxy substance instead of lead which marks the glass, allowing him to draw on that instead of the map itself- presumably the glass cleans more easily than the map itself.<br><br>She finds, though, that the commands he's been teaching her make it very easy to follow a course that has been plotted, carefully judging the height, speed and direction. Another brief lesson, and she can use the compass to follow where she needs to go, with William only making the occasional correction.<br><br>The commercial airfield is coming into sight an hour later. The airship berths are metal platforms, and once the ship is landed there rib-like arches are raised over them and canvas covers brought over. William guides them into a waiting position, while he turns on the electric lamp and flashes a heliograph message to the tower- she sees the returning message, and can't imagine how someone can make sense of the rapid blinking. But he apparently can, because he guides the launch into and empty berth which they'd been assigned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 00:41:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as he told her to that they were heading to London. Smiling she pressed herself against him. “Really?” She giggled, “You’ll have to come up with a name for me…something that screams Mistress.” She grinned as she kissed him softly before letting him fly the ship.<br><br>She watches as he brings a map up ad starts to plot a course on the screen, she helps him as much as she can trying to remember what he said and help him. She watched as he pressed different levers controlling their height and speed, she was in awe of his mastery of the ship.<br><br>It seemed like a few minutes to get to the airfield but her watch suggested other wise. She watched as he communicated to the airfield, smiling as they landed he let the men put the ship away. “I’m guessing you’re ship will be fine like this.” She ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>They took a carriage into the city before stopping off at a large brick building in a seedy part of town, but instead of being put off she couldn’t wait t have some fun.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 01:00:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The steam-carriage is soon taking them toward an establishment he's somewhat familiar with. He's not one to indulge in outright prostitutes, but he's had several lovers as kept mistresses through the years. This place furnishes discreet meeting places for people who need them. It also has women of a much higher class than those to be found in the streets for those without a mistress- Courtesan is not a term that British society recognises, but it fits these women better than the usual terms.<br><br>He explains this in brief to Vienne as they travel, whilst also pointing out the various sights all about that they pass. The heart of the British Empire, while crowded and dirty, has also been made a showpiece of British engineering in the giant buildings and bridges that mix Romanesque and industrial on their design.<br><br>"The smoke might be ever-present" he tells her, "but at least the smells of industry are better than the smells that came before horses made way for steam and proper water and sewage were installed. I caught a hint of that the first time I came to London, when these were still under construction.<br><br>"It's true that we'll need a name for you... But I've found that most girls seem to decide that they prefer another name while they are growing into women. Is there no name you would prefer to be known by?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 01:36:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening to him talk about the building they were heading to the building, she smiled as she looked out of the window marvelling at the city not listening to him speaking. She felt like a child as she looked out over the streets as the carriage steamed past the people. <br><br>“I think this place is wonderful…if a little grey.” She smiled turning back to look at him. She saw a lot of people who were less well off but sh couldn’t do anything to help them…she knew that, but it still made her feel sad and glad that her life was better then there’s.<br><br>“Not really…I was always called Vienne, by my family, my friends nothing else.” She frowned… “I don’t know what name would be appropriate…” She frowned… <br><br>The carriage stopped, heading towards the door of the building they were greeted by a large entrance hall and sweeping staircase. Looking around the room they were quickly greeted by a women wearing very revealing clothes. “I’m sorry Sir…but this is a brothel…not a hotel. I know of a lovely little place a few doors down that will suit you and your wife.” She smiled not giving a second glance to Vienne.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 02:05:28</strong>
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				He steps inside and glances around. Nothing seems to have changed here- apart from the girl greeting visitors in the hallway tonight, who he hasn't met before this.<br><br>"I'm fully aware of what this establishment is, having used the better rooms on the top floor several times myself. Is Katherine still running this place? Excellent! Then be so kind as to inform her that William is here. Are any of the upper rooms available? Then we shall require one for tonight at least. This is Eve, my... Companion... For the night, and she shall also require the use of some of your wardrobe."<br><br>The girl looks flustered by his manner, but quickly scuttles away. A minute later she returns, followed by another woman. Older than the other girl, perhaps older than William, she's nonetheless still attractive even though anyone looking closer might suspect her midnight-black hair is dyed and spot the lines on her face that artfully-applied makeup doesn't quite conceal. Her clothing is as revealing as her companion, though both are made from material that definitely isn't cheap.<br><br>"William! So good to see you again, you dear, sweet boy. And who is this- such a delightful young thing, where <em>did</em> you find her? Her clothing seems altogether respectable, her Father won't be banging on the door with his rougher servants in tow later on for you stealing away and debauching his darling child I trust?"<br><br>William laughs.<br><br>"Her name is Eve, and she's my companion for tonight... And many nights after, I hope. Her clothing <em>is</em> rather too demure for my taste, true, and I was hoping that you might help remedy this before we go out for the evening. We'll be back later on, though."<br><br>His wink at that leaves no doubt about what's to be done when they do, and the girl who met them at the door giggles while they are taken up the stairs. If she hadn't been told what this was, Vienne might have thought she was in a well-appointed townhouse, albeit one whose owner whose taste took second place to money. They reach the top floor and are shown through a door into a small parlor, with adjoining rooms that must be the bedroom and bathroom.<br><br>"It is hardly the first time you've brought a girl here, so I see no troubles" Katherine tells him. "Though this one is a find even for a man with such a discerning eye as yourself. Julie, dear, go and watch the hallway like you're supposed to."<br><br>The girl leaves, and when the door closes Katherine's face becomes more serious and her accent drops from passably middle-class to something more low-born.<br><br>"Billy, what do you think you're playing at here? This isn't like you. Anyone can see this girl's from a good family, and you bring her here? I know you always look after your girls and see they're set up after you're done with them, but I don't need any trouble being brought down on my house from this. Even without everything screaming she's class, you think I didn't see that ring glinting on her finger? What's her husband going to do when he finds out?"<br><br>William smiles, and shakes his head.<br><br>"You always were sharp, Kate. I'd guessed that you'd work it out in the end, you get all the gossip in town and you're so good at sifting the facts and putting them together Scotland Yard ought to pay you. I hadn't thought you'd find out quite so quickly, though."<br><br>He puts his arm around Vienne's waist and holds his hand up to show the ring glinting on his own finger.<br><br>"You needn't wonder about what her husband will think, Kate, because he's the one who brought her here."<br><br>Kate's mouth drops open a little.<br><br>"Bloody hell!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 02:22:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as William spoke to the girl who was obviously unaware of who he was, Vienne didn’t mind, she stood there calmly a small smile on her face as the girl ran off to get the ‘manger’ for lack of a better word. As the second woman appeared she caught a look on her face as if to say ‘I wonder why he’s come back’, William must have some kind of reputation that Vienne was yet to know.<br><br><br>Vienne said nothing as she was introduced as Eve, and followed him and the two women upstairs. Looking round the landing was nice but a little gaudy, the items would work in a stately home if you were just walking through quickly but close up the gold or silver leaf was peeling on many items and a few of the paintings that were askew there was a hint of faint wallpaper behind them…just little things that as a Lady, Vienne was trained to spot and criticise.<br><br>Vienne noticed the change in the woman’s demeanour, she couldn’t help but laugh as he accused William of spiriting away a married woman…something she was sure that he had done before. Feeling his arm pull her tightly to him as he showed ‘Kate’ his ring and explained that he was her husband.<br><br>The shout of ‘bloody hell’ made her smile… “Is that bloody hell, to the fact he’s married, that he’s brought his wife here, or that this is out second day of marriage.” She smiled as she moved closer to her husband. “And do not worry about my father sending any servants after me it would be hard for him to do that since he died when I was 5.” She smiled. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 02:37:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Both! No, all three. Your second day? Well, it'd have to be. An Earl getting married, I'd have heard about that if this wasn't a rush job. She's not in a family way already is she? No, you were always careful about that..."<br><br>"It was arranged by our families" William tells her. "We met two weeks ago, and they seemed so eager for me to settle down into respectability that they'd already had things arranged. When we met... Well, we simply felt that they might not be so eager for our union if it was realised how much we genuinely liked each other."<br><br>"Well you lucked out with this one and no mistake." Kate walks slowly around her and shakes her head. "God alive, girl, but looking at the way your skin glows makes me feel old. And if I'm any judge the tits you're trying to hide under that dress would've made me jealous even at your age. So what's your blushing bride doing here, if you haven't eloped?"<br><br>"Vienne has expressed a desire to see something of life, the things that she's been sheltered and protected from until now. I decided to oblige her, so I am showing her my own haunts in London- for a start."<br><br>"Your wife? On your arm like one of us harlots while you're out on the town of a night?"<br><br>"Since the woman I'm keeping company with is my wife, then strictly speaking it ought to be more respectable than any other woman" he replies. "Though society may not see it so, and hence I decided to seek your aid in dressing her more appropriate to her new guise as my latest Mistress."<br><br>Katherine has been looking at Vienne's face during this.<br><br>"And you're looking forward to this- were youeven a virgin when she went to the marriage bed?"<br><br>William chuckles.<br><br>"When I took her on our wedding night I was her first man- but it turns out not her first lover. It seems those sordid books about what happens in the dormitories of a girl's school aren't entirely devoid of truth after all..."<br><br>Katherine laughs again.<br><br>"Oh, girl, you'll be the perfect wife for Billy here and no mistake."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 23:00:30</strong>
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				She smiled as the woman seemed to be confused, but she thought it would be easier if she just let William talk, she was too excited as it was. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. <br><br>Vienne smiled remembering the fun she and William had on the ship, as the women said that she was glowing and that her tits were enough to make her jealous. Smiling she looked over at her. She was about to speak when William kept talking.<br><br>She smiled, “I think I have something.” She quickly shoos Williams into the hallway, running her fingers through her hair she smiled at him.&nbsp; Circling her again Katherine spoke again. “I can’t believe he agreed to be married…you must have done something to get him to actually go to the church.” <br><br>She smiles, “Well I’m not sure maybe he found something he liked about me.” She smiled softly. <br><br>“I’m sure there was.” Katherine replied as she headed to the wardrobe, picking out a blood red dress, it was cut so that it seemed to be skin tight. It was just below the knee, it wasn’t unheard of in her circle but it was usually women who had loose morals. The top of the dress was obviously designed to show off her breasts, and it appeared to have no straps. <br><br>Looking at the dress she smiled, “Well…if you’re sure.” Vienne smiled. <br><br>“Yes I’m sure, I’m guessing you have long line whale bone corset.” She didn’t wait for Viennes reply, she pulled out another corset this on seemed to stop at the top of her hips, instead of over them like her current one. “Want some help to get undressed…I’d offer to bring William in but I’m sure he’ll just want to touch you.” <br><br>Katherine helped her get undressed, her dress placed over the door as she took off her petticoat, stockings, draws and corset she was standing naked. “I can tell why he likes you.” She smiled. She helped the Vienne with the corset, her breasts pushed up as if on display.<br><br>With new draws that didn’t go down to her knee, new stockings that were attached to the corset and finally the dress, Vienne though that she was finished when she was moved to the dressing table, her hair was pulled to the side curled over one shoulder. The woman finally starts to put some more make up on, this time heavier and darker. She barely recognised herself when she looked back in the mirror.<br><br>After pulling on a new pair of heels, Katherine opened the door letting William having a good view of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 23:14:14</strong>
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				The sight of the newly remade Vienne has all the effect she could have desired on her husband. He stares unashamedly, momentarily speechless, as his eyes roam up and down the body that her new attire so clearly displays. From her hair down the dress that matches the shade so well to skirts that stop an inch or two sooner than modesty usually requires, then up again. They predictably linger on her breasts, taking in how her attire now emphasises rather than attempts to conceal them, with glorious cleavage on show.<br><br>"My dear... You look magnificent!" he finally manages, then walks up and takes her in his arms for a kiss. Caught up in the sudden passion, he sweeps her off her feet and holds her in the pose that so many of her forbidden books showed a man doing, his mouth on hers and his tongue exploring. She notes as he pulls away that it also gives an excellent view down the woman's cleavage, which William is taking advantage of.<br><br>"I shall be the envy of the town with such a stunning and completely unknown young beauty on my arm" he tells her. "Now, if Kate will oblige us, we should take a light dinner before the time to set out is here. Kate, you've truly outdone yourself with this transformation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 23:34:30</strong>
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				Vienne smiled as she saw the look on his face, she could feel his eyes gazing over her, it felt like it was burning his skin and turning her legs to jelly. “Thank you.” She grinned as she fiddled with a lock of hair.<br><br>She kept her eyes on him as he wrapped his arm against her lifting her up as he kissed her deeply. Giggling she held onto him, “Hmmmm.” She sighed as she ran her tongue against his. <br><br>As he pulled back she knew he was look at her breasts, he seemed to enjoy the view. Pressing herself against him she sighed softly in pleasure. “Well if that’s the case you’d better make sure that everyone knows that I’m yours and no one elses.” She giggled pressing herself against him as she kissed him softly.<br><br>“So long as you want soup then we can do that.” She Katherine smiled as he looked at them. “I think that if you stay here for very long…you’re wife might get kidnapped by someone.” She smiled heading out the room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 03:54:16</strong>
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				"Then I shall have to kidnap her away myself before that can happen" he replies as she leaves.<br><br>The soup is simple beef broth with crusty brown bread, but tasty nonetheless. As they eat, William considers where to take her.<br><br>"I think we shall simply tour the various entertainments, an hour here or there. If you decide you like something enough, we shall stay- otherwise, we had best show you just what manner of diversions your Mother has done her best to stop you from learning even exist.<br><br>"I should ask, have you any head for drink at all? If you are to start drinking to excess, then best it be somewhere I won't find it hard to carry you home."<br><br>He grins and winks at the last.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 16:00:16</strong>
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				She smiled as she looked at him, giggling as he spoke about kidnapping her, she was sure that the idea was running through her mother's mind at this moment in time....but she didn't care she was happy. <br><br>The soup was delicious but simple, she was sure that the cooks at home would NEVER cook anything so...rustic. "I shall follow your lead, love. You know the city better then I." She gigged, "Just don't try and sell me off to someone...I will not be happy with that." Wrapping her arms around him she kissed him deeply.<br><br>"I drink wine with dinner but never to excess...I need to stay close to you so that I don't get lost...or taken advantage off." SHe smiled as her hand dropped to his thigh squeezing slightly. "So...shall we head out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 01:15:19</strong>
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				"Let us away then" he tells her.<br><br>Another carriage takes them on a short trip through the city. Unlike most places Vienne has seen before, London is still busy and bustling after dark, at least in this district. The tone of the crowds has changed, though. Instead of heading purposefully about their business, there's a carnival air to them as they wander about relaxed and in search of entertainment.<br><br>The first establishment she visits is fancier than the dingy dives she'd been led to expect from her upbringing, but not so fancy as to be exclusive. Looking about, she suspects that William isn't the only man of quality to be sampling the more illicit side of things here. There are also more plebeian patrons, clearly the better-off members of the lower classes for whom this represents the upper end of what they can afford.<br><br>The women are all indisputably low in both class and morals, though. The manner of her dress attracts no attention here- though the shapely youthful frame her dress covers definitely does. The women all show envy, and if the reactions of the men are typical it seems not a single man she meets tonight would be able to say what colour her eyes were.<br><br>The gas-lights are shining, showing the mirrors and stained glass all about the Gin-Palace. A Music-Engine stands by the bar, the punched-metal sheets producing music like that of an accordion. Bar-maids all with dresses as low-cut as hers carry drinks and snacks about, and several people raise a glass in welcome as William heads to the bar. It seems he's known here, and he quickly introduces "Eve".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 01:33:46</strong>
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				She looked out of the window as they travelled through the city but she kept her hand in his, it was for her to know that he was still there beside her and that she wasn’t dreaming. <br><br>They get out of the carriage and into the first place, she frowns, leaning in towards him she smiled, “This isn’t as bad as I was told.” She smiled as she pulled his arm around her, she was suddenly very conscious that most of the people in the room were staring at her.<br><br>She takes in the room hoping she doesn’t look too much like a rich girl playing dress up. Smiling she followed him to the bar, seeing the nods and raised glasses to him she leant in whispering. “I’m not sure I approve of you being a regular here…I’m shocked there is not a more exclusive gentleman’s club.” She smiled as he got her a drink, she noticed the barmaids glaring at her, but she ignored her.<br><br>“So…what do you do in a place like this…other then catch some kind of disease.” She giggled as she picked up the glass taking a sip, she pulled a face at the taste of the alcohol…it was a lot strong then the wine she was use to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 02:18:41</strong>
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				"There are such clubs, but the exclusive clubs are in an exclusive part of town. Whereas this is close to many of the establishments we will visit tonight. Some spend the whole evening here, others- such as ourselves- simply start the evening here having a drink while they wait for things to start getting lively elsewhere."<br><br>He leans a little closer to drop his voice.<br><br>"As for disease- not to be joked about with such women unless you wish to risk a slap- there's a reason why I've always kept a mistress or two rather than simply paying for the girls at such a place. Though the various Martian remedies have made that less of a danger than it was."<br><br>They spend perhaps half an hour at the bar, and William converses with several of the patrons. He asks what they'd recommend seeing in town, since he's been away more than a year. It seems that people here don't feel as restrained as they have been at every other gathering she's seen, there's no excessive mask of courtesy and politeness. They seem to speak as openly as William on several things, politics and scandals and the like, which her Mother would only whisper of in shocked tones when alone with a few friends.<br><br>And when she ventures to speak, make a comment or venture an opinion- they listen, and agree or disagree seriously rather than telling her a young lady shouldn't concern herself with such things. It seems that disreputable women are known for not holding their tongue and knowing their place, several of the barmaids have spoken back or flirted with the male patrons where she's seen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 03:16:56</strong>
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				She smiled as he spoke about the other clubs, blushing she looked over at him speaking about the disease, she wished she hadn’t said anything now but she was just joking. They spent an hour in the bar slowly getting more and more tipsy, she giggled as she pressed herself against him almost jumping. “I think I’ve had enough.” <br><br>William seemed to know everyone in the club, she realised that people were freer in their speech, she was even given a say when she offered an idea or comment, it was freely welcomed instead of being told not to have such silly ideas. <br><br>Looking over at him she smiled softly at William, they seemed to be heading out of the bar. Moving towards him she smiled kissing his lips softly. “Well that was interesting.” She smiled, “So where are we heading to next?” She giggled softly as she took his hand letting him lead her to another building.<br><br>They started walking when they passed by one of the men who was at the wedding. “William…what the hell are you doing here,” His eyes drifted to Vienne, “My God, I thought your wife was beautiful but Jesus…who is this gorgeous woman and can I have a go with her?” He grinned not realise who she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 14:03:50</strong>
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				He recognises the voice of Jonathan Saddler even before he turns around, though Jonathan clearly didn't recognise Vienne from his words. He'd have thought it obvious, but then he's seen more of her than anyone but her own family- clearly the brief encounters at the wedding or the formal dinner before wasn't enough to hold all the details. Not now she's dressed and made up in a way the ethereally beautiful bride seen then would obviously never dream of.<br><br>"Johnny, I see that you're taking advantage of London while you're here too. You know how I stand with my girls- I don't share while they're with me, but I don't begrudge a try afterward. So you're welcome to make a play for this one when I'm over and done with her." <br><br>He leans in to give her a lingering kiss. <br><br>"But I'd not hold your breath waiting for that to happen. As you can imagine, I'm <em>very</em> taken with this young lady."<br><br>Jonathan gives a sigh that's not entirely theatrical.<br><br>"I shan't pass up any other opportunities hoping for her then. Not that I can blame you, I wouldn't tire of a girl like this in a hurry either."<br><br>He kisses Vienne's hand and gives a bow, purely by coincidence bringing his eyes closer to her cleavage.<br><br>"An honour to make your acquaintance, Eve. I can only hope that Billy here won't have spoiled you for other men as thoroughly as he seems to with any other girls he woos."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 15:05:17</strong>
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				Vienne smiled as he didn’t recognise her, “I am enjoying London greatly….but I’m shocked that you’re not with that adorable filly you’re married too… if you’ve found someone else to capture your…attention mind if I go after your wife?” Johnny grinned his eyes never leaving Vienne’s face.<br><br>“Have we met before, because you are very familiar.” She giggled softly but shook her head. “I don’t believe that we have met.” Leaning in she gave William a kiss knowing that his friend was a bit jealous.<br><br>As he kissed her hand she smiled, knowing that he was staring at her breasts. “I’m sure that he already has spoilt me for other men…” She giggled seeing the look on his face.<br><br>“I hope I can entertain him long enough so that he doesn’t want to go back to his wife.” She giggled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair; he smirked and headed in a different direction. <br><br>She looked at him, “I guess he didn’t recognise me.” She smiled, “I’m sure my own mother wouldn’t recognise me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 15:24:19</strong>
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				William laughs.<br><br>"I'm sure she wouldn't recognise you at first. When she did... The expression on her face would <em>almost</em> be worth what would happen afterward."<br><br>He leads her down the streets, where open doors show glimpses of light and music similar to that which they have just left. With no carriage around her, the London streets she'd been told she should never set foot on seem much more immediate as they pass amongst the crowds.<br><br>Finally they reach the first destination. The bar inside isn't as fancy as the first one, but is far larger- a former warehouse, perhaps. There are large balconies all around, forming a second level where patrons can crowd about to look down at the centre of the ground floor, which is taken up by a platform with ropes around the edges. Within, she sees two burly-looking men stripped to the waist with hands wrapped in cloth, squaring off and sizing each other off.<br><br>"I do not know if you are a woman that Prize Fights appeal to, but this was along the way" he tells her. <br><br>While there are more men than women in the crowd, there are indeed more women than she'd have expected gathering to watch the fights.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 17:03:10</strong>
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				She smiled at him. “I’m sure my mother would cause such a fuss that we would have to part and I would be sent to a convent.” She bit her lip running her fingers through her hair. As she looks into the buildings as music fills the streets. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly at him. <br><br>He leads her into a building, it looked like a warehouse not a bar as she imagined. Frowning he shows her to a balcony, looking down she sees some men, naked on the top and circling each other. “Prize Fights?” She frowned… “Boxing?” She smiled slightly looking over at him. Running her fingers through her hair, “I’ve not really seen any…well I wanted an experience and this is one.” She smiled as she held his arm.<br><br>Looking round she notices lots of women attached to a man as she was. She smiled at him. “Do you take your other Mistress’ to places like these?” She pouted. “I’d be happier if it was just you and I my love.” She whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 17:55:28</strong>
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				"Later tonight, it will indeed be just you and I" he tells her, leaning close so only she could hear him over the . "And we shall continue your education in how many different ways a man and woman can enjoy one another's bodies."<br><br>The cheers of the crowd are something else that is new, not the polite applause that she's heard at any entertainments her Mother permitted her to go to. The sound is an almost physical thing, as they cheer the two fighters on.<br><br>They circle round each other, surprisingly light on their feet for such heavy-set men, and exchange quick punches that she has trouble following at first. The blows make a viscerally solid sound, heard over the roar of the crowd, but there seems a lack of blood compared to what she'd been led to believe.<br><br>"This is not a major fight" William explains to her, "and unless there is a significant prize or title at stake, most fighters won't give their all. A bad injury can be the end of a man's career, so they husband their health and fight in earnest only when they must."<br><br>The fight is still brutal to a girl who's not seen such things, though now William has pointed it out she suspects the eventual loser might have had the strength left to stand and carry on fighting if he'd truly wished to. He certainly manages to limp out of the ring without assistance.<br><br>They emerge to the streets again, the bustle seeming oddly subdued after the loud cheers of the crowd.<br><br>"I've taken mistresses to see these things before" he tells her. "But I've never taught a woman to fly before... Or taken her to see the worlds in my ship. You're the first who will be so blessed."<br><br>Next they enter an establishment with similar arrangements to the last one. The patrons have chairs and table here, though, and there is a stage with a small band to the side instead of the boxing ring. She realises she's being shown one of the Music-Halls, notorious amongst her Mother's circle for the low and immoral shows put on there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 21:40:43</strong>
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				She smiled “Hmmmm, we can have a lot of fun though.” She fiddled with a lock of her hair. “There’s more to learn?” She whispered. The cheers from the crowd distracted her attention. Smiling she looked down seeing the men circle and punch, “I’ve never seen anything like this.” She whispered smiling softly at him. <br><br>Listening to him as he told her about what was happening, it seemed strange that men would want to do this, but there were many things that she didn’t understand. Biting her lip she watched the man walking out the ring. They followed shortly after, smiling she looked over at him. <br><br>They head into the streets, it seemed quiet the electricity that was in the air had disappeared but she didn’t mind. Smiling she looked over at him, he lead her into another building much like the first but with a stage, taking some seats she smiled. “I can’t believe that this is a real Music Hall.” She giggled looking over at him.<br><br>Sitting beside him she had to be careful that the front of the dress didn’t ride up showing more of her legs then she wanted. Some beer sellers walked past, after getting some she smiled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 21:58:53</strong>
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				William makes a note to keep track of exactly how much Vienne drinks, since she's confessed to not being too familiar with alcohol. Then the show's next act starts, and he sees her eyes riveted to the stage.<br><br>He's seen the entertainments that are considered suitable fare by the class she comes from. People thrown into situations where there is the appearance of impropriety without the fact, desperate concerns about appearances- the sort of things the audience can picture befalling themselves, the petty dramas and stifling morality of their own lives writ large. <br><br>The Music Hall entertainments are nothing like this. They are short, often ten or twenty minutes long so that people who come and go from the bar won't miss part of a sketch. There are brief one-scene comic plays, songs, performers of all kinds, and between them the dancing girls clad in what amounts to underclothes showing off their legs and flashing their underclothes.<br><br>Through it all, there's a tone of ribald humour and honesty devoid from any play she's seen performed before. Rather than an unfortunate series of events leading to a rumour of infidelity between two innocent and respectable people, they're outright caught in bed mid-coupling by an irate husband or wife. A woman openly sings about all the men who took advantage of her when she was drunk in a song where the verses are filled with double-entendres, and several performers add bawdy slapstick to their acts.<br><br>"I hope it's living up to it's reputation" he says in between acts. "The moralising types that I imagine our Mothers associating with like to speak as if the Music Halls are an infection slowly turning the cities into Sodom and Gomorah."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 22:37:21</strong>
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				She smiled as him as she nursed the beer the people sitting around didn’t take any heed from her, she could see the groups of people that seemed to gather here frequently, she heard snippets of conversations…there was little talk of politics, it seemed to be mostly personal stories. Part of her felt as if she wasn’t meant to be listening to this, but it was fascinating. <br><br>The preformed started, she enjoyed the songs and sketches, and she had to admit that a few of the people spoken about she knew. She didn’t know if it was true but it was amusing non-the less. Before she realised she had finished the beer, giggling she leant against him, her head felt fuzzy. <br><br>Once the music finishes she looked at him smiling. “I think that our Mothers would force us straight to church before we become immoral, well more so.” She giggled, leaning in she kisses him softly. “Thank you…I’m really enjoying the evening…I can’t believe that I’ve been missing this all so far.” She pouted at him.<br><br>Yawning she pulled his arm around her as she leant into him, she felt tired and was in danger of falling asleep on him. “I love you.” She whispers, trying hard to keep her eyes open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 23:12:27</strong>
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				He decides that she's clearly had enough, and walks her out to the street to find a carriage.<br><br>"I love you too" he murmurs as her leads her. He's feeling more and more that it's true every time he thinks it. Every hour he spends with her makes him think how perfect she seems, everything she reveals about herself makes him like her more.<br><br>He manages to hold her upright and hails a carriage, then helps her somewhat awkwardly into it. Soon they're on their way, and he holds her against him, stroking her hair. Though he can't help but take a very enjoyable look down her cleavage when she lays across his lap.<br><br>Eventually they reach Kate's place again, and after paying the coachman decides to simply lift her up and carry her out of the carriage and to the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 00:15:31</strong>
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				He walks her out, she smiles weakly as he says that he loves her, she was just conscious enough to hear him say that. She blacks out as he sits her on the seat.<br><br>Kate hears them walking inside, she looks at the girl in his arms. “Jesus Billy, what did you do to her? If you didn’t wanna be married to her you could have said no.” She smiled, walked over she checks her. “Ah…too much sauce?” She grins. “Come on upstairs follow me…You probably wont have as much fun with her tonight…but tomorrow…once the thick head has gone.” She smiles at him. <br><br>“Come on you can put her to bed and have some fun with me if you want.” She grins as she looks over at him, as she leads him upstairs to the bedroom. Opening the door to the room, Violet wakes up slightly, wrapping her arms around him she smiles. “Hmmmm.” She sighs before falling back to sleep. <br><br>Kate watches him put her on the bed, “She’ll be out for a few hours…what’s it gonna be? Babysit the wife, or have some fun with a real woman.” She smiles. <br><br><hr> <br><br>Violet wakes up the next morning, her head pound as she lies on her front. Stretching out she feels a body next to her. Looking over she realises it’s William, moving towards him she curls into him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 02:47:27</strong>
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				Laying Vienne down on the bed, he looks at Kate and smiles- but then shakes his head regretfully. He knows all too well what a night with her will be like- she was his first woman, the one who showed him the ropes when he was Vienne's age. But he's married, and doesn't want to risk hurting her.<br><br>"As tempting as that offer is, I shall have to decline. I doubt I'll be as faithful as a proper husband ought, but bedding you when things are like this- no. I shan't risk hurting her that way. I'll keep her company and enjoy her when she's in the state for it. <br><br>"But don't think I'm not tempted, Kate. I simply feel that going behind her back when we were married yesterday would be a rather tasteless trick to pull on her. Recall, though, that I said not behind her back- and that she's admitted to enjoying another woman's touch before now."<br><br>He gently disentangles himself from Vienne so that he can start undressing for bed. He also works to undo Vienne's dress and strip her down to her underclothes at least, before tucking her under the covers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 03:12:05</strong>
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				As she wakes up and moves closer to him, she lays her head on his chest, slowly she moves her hand down over his chest,, her fingesr exploding his sleeping body, she would never do such a thing unless she thought that he would accept it. His body felt strong under her touch, a difference from the soft female flesh she had felt before.<br><br>Slowly she moved her hand lower, her fingertips moving over the skin of his stomach and then his hips, she knew where she was going and she was sure he would not object to her exploring him. Biting her lip she gingerly felt his cock come into range of her grasp, blushing she wrapped her hand around the soft shaft. <br><br>A few gentle, (then not so gentle) strokes and she felt him thicken. Lifting the covers up she saw his rigid member standing straight as she moved her hand up and down. It was a strange sight…not that she was scared, but it was not what she expected it to look at. Giggling she looked back up at him, not expecting to see his eyes staring back at her.<br><br>Pulling back she blushed, “Oh um…I’m sorry.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 16:38:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He awakens to the feeling of arousal, to the sensation of soft hands stroking him erect. He blinks awake and sees a mass of red curls, her head turned down toward his groin where her fingers are stroking and exploring. He sees her face turn crimson when she looks up and her eyes meet his.<br><br>"Don't be sorry" he says, smiling. "A pretty girl waking him up in that manner is not something a man typically objects to. Quite the opposite in fact."<br><br>He runs his fingers through her tangled curls.<br><br>"Feel free to explore as much as you desire, Vienne. Now and always."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 16:58:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled slightly at him as he smiled. "I'm sorry I fell asleep love." She whispered her handmoving slowly up and down, with each stroke her grip gets tighter and her movement faster. <br><br>"I'm glad that you're enjoying this." She whispered as she strokes firmer stroking faster. <br><br>Leaning up she kissed him softly, having to get let go of his hand as her arm wasn't long enough to reach. "Are you alright?" She whispered. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 17:23:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He's starting to breathe heavily as her hand moves up and down his shaft.<br><br>"Oh yes... I'm more than alright. It's... Ah! It's alright that you... Mmmm... Fell asleep. Everyone does... Something like that... What they start drinking... Oh... Or worse..."<br><br>She seems good at working out which places and motions make him feel the best, and is quickly giving him a rather skilled service. He feels a little disappointed when she lets go- but there's more to do anyway.<br><br>"Time to strip from those underclothes, Vienne. One of the biggest rules of bedroom etiquette is to never start something unless you're willing to finish it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 00:59:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled looking up at him, “I’m glad that you’re not angry with me, I just wanted to have some fun.” She giggled looking up at him, running her fingers through her hair. “You were asleep…so I woke you up.” She bit her lip looking up at him.<br><br>“I never said that I wasn’t going to finish.” She smiled as she knelt up on the bed realising that she was just in her underwear. “My arm isn’t long enough to kiss you and stroke your…um…” She frowned not remembering the word.<br><br>She smiled as she took her top off standing topless before him. “Are you alright, love?” She whispered. Her hair falling over her shoulders almost covering her breasts. Moving over him she leant down kissing his lips softly. “Hmmmmm…There was a point during the night when I just wanted you…but I couldn’t then I had another drink and felt ill.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 01:04:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes darken with desire as she takes her top of, never leaving her breasts as they sway and jiggle with her movements. When she leans down to kiss him, his hands move up to cup and squeeze them, pinching her nipples erect.<br><br>"I know, and it's one of those things that happens. Ah... I'm more than alright now though..."<br><br>He kisses and strokes her for a few moments longer. One hand slips between her legs and starts to rub her clit.<br><br>"So... Since you're in the right place anyway- perhaps we'll try it with you on top."<br><br>He starts to guide her into place, showing her where she needs to be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 01:21:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she looked over at him, running her fingers through her hair. Giggling she felt him pinching her nipples. Closing her eyes she moaned softly in pleasure, “hmmmm” she sighs, her body pressing against his. <br><br>“I’m glad that you’re alright, I think that we need to make up for lost time.” She bit gasping as he moved his hand between her legs his fingers teasing over her clit. “Hmmm.” She moaned softly.<br><br>“I might need some help with the being on top.” She giggled as she straddled his hips, she could feel him guiding her down onto his thick hard cock. Pushing back against him she moaned softly. “Ohhhh.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 20:53:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving her into place, he guides her down with one hand on her hip while the other positions his cock. She drops slowly down, the tight heat between her legs engulfing him.<br><br>"Oh yes" he gasps in time with her. He groans as her hips rock against his, and thrusts back up a little.<br><br>"There... That's it. Start to move, learn how it makes you feel- then start moving in the way that feels best. Up... Then down, <em>yes...</em> Like that."<br><br>He puts his hands back on her hips to guide her at first, but finds that as with so much else she learns very quickly...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:34:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping she ran her fingers through his hair pushing back against him, biting her lip she pushed down against him. Arching her back placed her hands on his chest softly. “Oh God.” She whispered, moving forwards she rocked back against him. “Hmmmm.” She bit her lip. <br><br>Lifting up she rocked down against him, the speed was slow but the feeling was incredible. “Oh God.” She bit her lip, pushing back loving the feel of his thick hard cock, stretching her tight wet cunt. <br><br>After a few seconds she takes his hands from her hips to her breasts, “Hmmmm.” She grinned as she pushed back against him. With each thrusting she pushed back against him speeding up slowly until she pushed back against him. “Oh God.” She whimpered loving the way he felt deep inside her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:39:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs delightedly as she guides his hands to her breasts. Needing no encouragement to touch her there, he starts to stroke, squeeze and pinch them while she rides him.<br><br>Her hips are setting a fine pace, and he drives up to meet her, sending himself into her just that little bit deeper and harder. The clutch of her sex round him as she rides his cock feel so wonderful to him.<br><br>"Yes... Yes... Oh yes... Just like that... My Vienne... Such... A good... Fuck..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:48:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she pushed back against him. “Oh fuck.” She giggled moving into a fast pace, lifting up she pushed down against him. “Oh William.” She whimpered pushing back harder until suddenly stopping. <br><br>She stopped moving, her body still on top of his. “Hmmmm.” She smiled, “Are you enjoying this?” She smiled leaning down she kissed him deeply. “I thought that I would mix it up.” She grinned.<br><br>“I love you.” She whispered pushing back against him, lifting up she ground down hard against him. “Oh God.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:58:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Enjoying it? Oh, Vienne... You are truly a delight. So beautiful, so desirable. So quick to learn. So hot and eager to fuck, but spirited and mischievous too. Mmm..."<br><br>He drives his hips up to meet her when she starts moving again, and slaps her backside.<br><br>"Yes. I'm enjoying this. I'm enjoying you. I enjoy everything I do with you... In bed... Out of it... But most of all, being inside you..."<br><br>He spanks her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 22:30:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Am I really, love?” She smiled as she moved towards him, running her fingers through her hair. “I want you.” She giggled pushing back against him, slowly she moved faster against him.<br><br>“Are you going to teach me more?” She whispered pushing back against him. “I want to know everything.” She giggled her fingers running through her hair. “Hmmm.” She giggled leaning down she kissed him deeply as she moved her hips pushing back against him.<br><br>“Oh fuck.” She whispered loving the way he felt deep inside her, arching her back she pushed back against him. "Oh God." she whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 22:43:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He kisses her back hungrily, feeling her breasts brushing against his chest. Slapping her buttocks again, his mouth bites at her smooth, pale neck before she pulls back up.<br><br>His hands roam up and down, along her curves, rough and insistent. He toys with her breasts, spanks her backside, and roams over her waist, thighs, hips and back in between the two.<br><br>"I'm going to show you it all. I'm going to fuck you in every way a man can fuck a woman. Every position, every technique. All of them. Oh God... You sweet, fuckable little whore..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 23:19:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes pushed back against him, “Oh God.” She whispered biting her lip she arched her back loving the way he felt thrusting deep inside him, as he spanked her arse. “Hmmmm…oh god, tease.” She whispered pushing back against him.<br><br>Grinning she loved the feel of his hands over her body, “Hmmm,” grinding down harder against him she moaned harder in pleasure. “Oh yes.” She giggled loving the way felt deep inside her. “Oh fuck.” <br><br>Biting her lip she pushed back against him. “I want you.” She whispered, “I want you to fuck me in every way possible.” She whispered. “Fuck me.” She bit her lip looking over at him, “I need you to fuck me harder, in everyway.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 02:25:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasps and moans, writhing on top of him, a nubile female barely out of childhood and begging him to fuck her as hard as he can. There can be no greater stimulant for the male libido- he finds his control slipping away, the desire to just thrust at her until he's satisfied becoming unbearable.<br><br>One hand keeps pinching and tugging her nipples, rougher now, making it hurt a little. The other moves down to start rubbing her clit, pinching it like her nipples. <br><br>And his hips start slamming hard against hers, losing any trace of tenderness or restraint.<br><br>"Fucking you... Fucking you... Fuck you long and hard and rough... Just like you want it... Just like you need it... Fill you with my dick... Fill you up you little whore... You randy slut... Oh yes..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 02:31:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting up as he starts to fuck her harder, closing her eyes she arches her back. Her hips meeting his, as she moves up and down on his cock. Arching her abck she runs her fingers through her hair loving the feel of him thrusting deeper and harder inside her tight wet cunt. “Oh fuck yes.” She screams her body shaking. <br><br>She lets out a loud squeal of pleasure as he pinches her nipple and moves his hand down to rub her tender clit. “Oh William, oh yes, fuck me hard.” She moaned feeling him thrusting into her as hard as she comes down onto his huge cock. <br><br>Biting her lip she can feel herself close, the almost violent fucking driving her crazy. “Oh William.” She screams, as she feels herself cumming hard in pleasure, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she continues to ride her, her hips shaking from the pleasure coursing through her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 03:13:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her frantic screwing arouses him so much, the sight of this randy young goddess riding his dick and screaming with pleasure and need...<br><br>He too breathless to do more than gasp her name as he keeps galloping away under her. He feels her body spasm and her sex clenching round him, but is still just short of climax. He gives himself over to the urge to fill her, just aware of her sweaty flesh against his and her cunt squeezing him as he shoves into it.<br><br>His fingers don't stop rubbing and pinching her clit, and his other hand tightens on her breasts...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 19:59:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her back her hips bucked against his as she felt herself close to cumming, rocking her hips harder she gave in, knowing tha the would soon follow. Biting her lip she pushed against him. “Oh fuck.” She screamed her hips pushing back against him harder. “Oh God.” She moaned.<br><br>Pushing back against him she felt as his fingers kept rubbing and pinching her clit teasing her body. “Oh God.” She moaned hard pushing back against him, “Oh fuck.” She arched her back pushing harder against him as she felt him pushing her to te edge again but how could he do it so soon. <br><br>“Oh fuck.” She whimpered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 02:15:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hips meet his with just as much eager force, and her whimpers and screams show how much she's losing herself to the joy or mating. He starts to rise to his own climax, and just concentrates on keeping the stimulation of his fingers going while he crests up toward that heavenly release.<br><br>He cries out and erupts like a geyser inside her, shuddering and ramming and pressing his cock as far in her as it will go, spurting inside her sex. He keeps screwing her a little while after, then slows and stops as his cock starts to soften and his energy finally gives out.<br><br>Exhausted and glowingly content, he lays panting on his back and gazes at the sweaty, disheveled goddess astride him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 18:46:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling him pushing deeper into her as she arched her back her orgasm was intense she loved every second of it. “Oh God.” She screamed, it was barely a few seconds later when she felt him cumming as well. Thrusting deep and hard inside her as he came, shooting his seed deep inside her body.<br><br>As he lay back the pleasure washing over him, she slowly climbed off his cock before laying down beside him. Leaning her head on his chest she sighed. “Oh William.” She whispered pressing herself against him. Looking up into his eyes she smiled. “I could just go back to sleep now.” She smiled, yawning as she ran her hand over his chest softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 02:33:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He strokes his fingers through her tangled hair, and lets his breathing slowly return to normal. Finally able to speak again, he holds the warm, sweat-damp body of his wife against his chest. The feel of her naked breasts pressed against him, nipples still erect, is one he's very content with.<br><br>"I feel I could also." <br><br>His eyelids feel heavy, he's filled with a warm lazy glow, and she feels so good snuggled there.<br><br>"Mmm... Another hour abed will matter little" he finally says, his hands gently wandering as he gives in to the afterglow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 03:33:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing she pressed herself against him, her fingers trailing over his chest, she listened to his breathing and the slowing of his heart rate. Her eyes were drifting shut as he spoke, she nodded slightly. “A little while longer.” She smiled, as she drifted off.<br><br>She slowly, feeling his body beside her, yawning she ran her fingers over his chest, her nails raking over his chest. “Hmmmm, morning.” She whispered, not sure if he was awake or not. <br><br>Looking up at him she leant up kissing his lips softly. “We should get up love.” She whispered, as she looked out the window seeing the sun fairly high in the sky.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 03:56:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd woken up a little before she did. But the way her soft warmth lay against his chest, breathing gently in sleep, was something he didn't want to lose. He simply lay there until she awoke.<br><br>"I know" he tells her, kissing her back before reluctantly moving away from her. He does watch his naked wife, now clearly visible in daylight, stand up and move to wash and dress with a great deal of interest.<br><br>It was sufficiently late that the kitchen sent them fried breakfasts large enough to double as lunch when they were dressed and ready. Vienne- or Eve- had received a few admiring and not a little jealous comments from the girl that attended them. As they ate, William considered what to do for the day.<br><br>"I think we should perhaps start arranging for you to have some clothes of your own made in this style, if I am to make a habit of this. I'm sure that the seamstress who makes the garments for Kate's girls will be happy to fit you. I'm sure we can arrange for someone to escort you, and this way you can surprise me with whatever you buy.<br><br>"And while you are about this, I shall make arrangements for our time in London. Naturally, the Braithefields have a town house here. But were you to keep inappropriate garments in your wardrobe, let alone leave the house wearing them- you can understand what the reaction would be. Eventually you shall have to find a maid or two of your own that you can trust, but for now- I think merely stopping here or the ship when you need to change from more respectable attire shall suffice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 17:02:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as he kissed her back, curling into him she sighed. “If we must get up…” she quickly pulled away from him looking back at him ruefully. Sighing she moved to the bathroom to wash herself, before pulling the dress she had worn at night as she had no idea where her dress had been taken to.<br><br>Some food was brought to them, the woman seemed to be jealous but she brushed it off shooing her out of the room as soon as possible. “True be told, I am not that hungry.” She bit her lip, “Fried food was never my favourite.” She sighed, as she ate the toast but little else. <br><br>Listening to him as she drank the tea which was thankfully hot, strong and sweet, he spoke about getting some more dresses for her, and keeping them in a safe place. “I shall have to have two wardrobes, one with a key that I shall keep with me…until I have a maid&nbsp; I can trust.” She smiled at him. <br><br>“But love, since you’ve shown me all these new things I need to have some new dresses, not just night ones, but day ones…in a different style then I am use to.” She giggled looking into his eyes, “I think that I should wear more red, and violet, and black, and lace.” She smiled as she stood up moving closer to him she sat down on his knee her fingers running through his hair. Leaning in she kissed him softly. “I think I need more lace…I enjoy wearing lace more then anything else.” She whispered, her voice slowing as she kissed her way from his lips to her eat. “That if you’d like me in that.” She smiled innocently as she pulled back from him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 01:13:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs as she snuggles on his knee and turns her puppy dog eyes up at him. What has he unleashed here, he wonders...<br><br>"Naturally, you shall be able to choose your own clothing now. I shall be happy to pay for whatever you might desire- especially if it fits you as fetchingly as I suspect the clothes you desire shall."<br><br>He kisses her, then nuzzles her neck before whispering in her ear.<br><br>"But I cannot wait to discover how much you enjoy your first feeling of soft, sheer silk encasing your body. China, or India I think- either place can certainly supply such garments, in styles and cuts that no seamstress in London would dare use."<br><br>Finally they part, and he makes arrangements with Kate for her to show Vienne where she can be fitted for some clothes. He takes a carriage and goes quickly to the nearest telegraph office and sends the message for his crew to bring the <em>Maiden of Madras</em> to London. While not up to a trip to Mars without him, the crew can manage to take it a hundred miles to the city without him. Adding that they should have servants pack for Vienne, he then sends another telegraph to the family townhouse- tipping the operator to have him overlook the strangeness, he doesn't want people to wonder why they didn't stay there last night if they were in London after all.<br><br>Following that, he makes a trip to a place known only to a select few. From the outside, Kilroy Audley's establishment resembles a respectable upper middle-class townhouse rather than a shop. But some of the things he sells are less than legal, and all would be frowned upon by polite society.<br><br>The maid who answers the door has a quality to her submissive compliance that somehow seems to go beyond the usual deference expected of a servant. She's also very pretty, which he's come to expect of Audley's girls. The Parlor he's shown into has nothing out of place in it, and after a time Audley himself appears to greet him.<br><br>"Yes" says William after the initial pleasantries have been concluded. "To answer the question, I am seeking to acquire some or your clever and intimate toys. I have a new lover, and I suspect she will enjoy at least some of them."<br><br>Grinning, Audley takes him into the sealed back room where he keeps such things. He begins demonstrating the function of those he has devised or discovered since William last visited, while trying to subtly pry details of this lover out of William. He gets nothing beyond "Eve", red hair, and a pair of breasts remarkable even to a man of William's experience.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 03:31:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She smiled at him, “You might end up regretting that.” She whispers, leaning in she kisses his lips softly, her teeth pulling at his bottom lip before he nuzzles her neck. Closing her eyes she pressed herself against him. “Hmmm, imagine me wearing nothing just a silk dress…no undergarments.” She whispered her fingers running through his hair.<br><br>As she headed out with Kate they chatted about William, it didn’t take them long to get to the seamstress. She spent a good 20 minutes describing what she wanted, her night clothes would mostly be dark colours, blacks, and reds.&nbsp; Were as the few day dresses she ordered would be lighter colours, not cut as daring but still risky, she even managed to get one of the dresses made without a corset underneath.&nbsp; <br><br>As well as the clothes she ordered some underwear, mostly risqué and for show, something that she can tease him with. They would take a while for them to be made, but by the evening she should have something new to wear. Luckily he gave her the address of the townhouse, giving it over the woman was surprised. “What about his wife?”<br><br>She smiled at the woman, “Oh, you don’t need to worry about her.” She looked over a Kate seeing the look on her face. “Just send the bill there…I’m sure he’ll be happy to pay.” She ran a hand through her hair as they headed out of the building, the seamstress started to get things ready to send to the house. <br><br>“Not bad but if you want to pass off as someone less reputable then you need to tone down the charm.” Kate smiled as they headed back to the house. <br><br>“I wonder how long I cn keep him interested before he’s out looking for someone new.” She bit her lip, “All men find mistresses, I know that he will eventually…” She smiled slightly at Kate.<br><br>“Not for a while, I must admit I offered myself to him last night, and even though you were drunk he said no.” Kate laughed hoping that Vienne would laugh as well. Vienne did laugh, “Well that makes me feel better…I know that I shouldn’t say this, but I do love him…even if he doesn’t…”<br><br>Kate looked at the girl, “Don’t worry, I’m sure that he does…I mean he stayed with you whilst you were unconscious…that is love.” They turned onto the street just as William got out of the carriage. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 00:57:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				William arranges for Audley to deliver the items to the townhouse by the usual method- locked boxes for which the customer was given a copy of the key when the purchases were made, because there will always be one servant in a large enough household who'd sneak a peak at whatever the master of the house just ordered. With these things safely en route, he returns to Kate's establishment.<br><br>"My darling" he says, embracing Vienne and kissing her. "Even a few hours are too long apart. I trust that your afternoon was productive? That Kate looked after you well? Or perhaps I should be concerned that you behaved yourself for poor Kate?"<br><br>He grins and gives her a playful smack on the behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 02:48:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles as she wraps her arms around him. “Hmmm, I know what you mean.” She giggled softly looking up at him, kissing him softly she sighed. “I’ve been very good.” She smiled, leaning in she whispered. “It doesn’t mean that I can be bad.” She bit her lip her fingers running through her hair. <br><br>They headed inside, “So when are we going home?” she smiled looking over at him. “I mean the townhouse.” She giggling looking over at him, as they headed to a sitting room way from all the passing trade. “Are you alright?” She smiled softly looking over at him.<br><br>"I got some clothes I am sure you'll like." she smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 03:23:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can go to the townhouse at any time now" he tells her. "I only declined to go there last night because, well, at least one of the servants would have talked about what you wore leaving and what condition you returned in. I shall perhaps see to finding a suite of rooms in London when we return from our voyages, so we need not impose upon Kate whenever we wish to conduct less acceptable activities."<br><br>He leans closer to whisper again.<br><br>"I've also purchased some things which you might enjoy this afternoon. If merely being spanked excited you, why, then I think that you shall find the many toys I have found a true delight."<br><br>Maddeningly, he refuses to tell her more. Shortly, with Vienne in her respectable clothing that had been cleaned but with her new purchases carried in boxes, they take a carriage to the Braithefield townhouse after bidding Kate farewell.<br><br>Considered a small place kept merely to give the family somewhere to stay when in London, the townhouse is just as large and impressive looking as the main family residence of the Dewhursts- more proof if she needed it of how far Vienne has married up. The servants greet them with attentive deference- the Master and Mistress of the house- and their luggage is carried unopened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 04:10:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kissing him softly she smiled as his whispered in her ear. “Oh that’s so mean, you have to tell me.” She pouted at him. “Spoil sport.” She giggled pressing herself against him.<br><br>She got herself dressed after practically shooing William away from her, she smiled. “We can have all the fun we wnt when we get to your house…we’re newly weds after all, we’re expected to spend all our time in the bedroom with me protesting loudly.” She giggled.<br><br>The carriage ride was longer then she expected, but it could have been the fact it was a hot day outside. Once they stopped outside she looked at the house. “This place is as big as my main family home…I get the feeling my parents think that they’re lucky that they palmed me off to someone so rich, and so high up the social ladder. But then again you’re lucky to have me, who else would enjoy being fondled in the open air, or tied to a ship and fucked.” She smiled her voice getting an edge of excitement into it, she was clearly becoming aroused.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 16:06:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm fortunate indeed to have married you" he tells her. "But since we are about to be in the company of servants that my Mother picked, you'd best control your amorous impulses for a little while. Besides, letting the need build for a while makes satisfying it all the more pleasurable."<br><br>They fall back into the polite and constrained routines of society as they enter the house. The items are placed in the master bedroom, and a simple dinner is prepared. It seems that the <em>Maiden of Madras</em> has arrived in London, because several items of Vienne's own clothing have been placed in the wardrobes.<br><br>"A locked wardrobe, and a maid we can trust not to report to my Mother or gossip with the other servants" he says, agreeing with her earlier idea. "Until then, we shall simply have to be careful. The maid might be a necessity though, having me help you dress will take far too long. My natural impulse is to remove clothing from you, not to cover your delightful body up."<br><br>They pass through the evening behind respectable masks, but William seems to take pleasure in whispering something flirtatious or even outright indecent whenever he can get away with it. Her earlier state of arousal clearly hadn't escaped him, and he's doing everything he can to keep her in such a state while she's not able to give in to it.<br><br>Finally, he decides that it's been long enough and declares that they are both tired from the day's events and shall be retiring early. A ruse which fools nobody, but which is acceptable with a newly-wedded couple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 17:18:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed as he spoke about keeping her impulses to herself. Smiling she ran her fingers through her hair. “I guess we have to.” Sighing she followed him, falling into the routine that would eventually be lifetime routine, she knew that it would bore her if she had to do this every day.<br><br>“I wouldn’t know where to begin to find a maid.” She sighed, “Especially one that’s discreet.” She ran her fingers through her hair “I can pretty much fasten my own dresses just need a bit of tightening at times.” She giggled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly at him. “I suppose I could get someone who’s never been a maid and train them up…they might be a bit more discreet.”<br><br>They carry on with the evening, just as they’re about to go to bed there was a knock at the door. Smiling she looked over at him, walking to the door she got the parcel of clothing before the maids could have a look. They headed upstairs, smiling she headed upstairs. “Let’s go.” She giggled her fingers running through her hair. Once there she placed the parcel on the bed, picking some things out she smiled holding it against her so he couldn’t see. “I’m going to get changed into this…why don’t you get ready.” <br><br>Heading intot he bathroom she was out 10 minutes later wearing a black basque, some knickers that were a lot smaller then the knee length pantaloons she normally wore, they only just covered her arse. “So…this was one of the new things I bought…what do you think?”<br><br>(http://www.reallyspoilt.co.uk/ekmps/shops/damoram1977/images/gorgeous-flirty-black-basque-size-xxlarge-5828-p.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 17:28:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes move up and down her body, lingering appreciatively on the areas the clothing- or lack of such- is intended to emphasise.<br><br>"A most fetching way to not quite clothe yourself, Vienne. Oh yes... I can only hope that perhaps a few of the surprises I've got will be just as delightful to you."<br><br>He shrugs off the bathrobe which was the only clothing he was wearing and scoops her up in his arms, kissing her as he carries her to the bed.<br><br>"Hmm... Many of the things I'd considered for tonight would require that you undress, and you've barely worn this. So, perhaps I shall teach you a new skill instead..."<br><br>He kisses her, slow and passionate, his hands tracing her body. He maneuvers her so she's laying down on her back, and then grins at her before going down past her chest- nibbling the exposed tops of her breasts as he goes- and reaching her crotch. Pushing her thighs apart, he traces his rough fingertips over the thin black fabric covering her sex, then strokes them over the inside of her thighs as he plants a kiss on her lower lips with only the thin material in the way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 17:50:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him as he looked at her, “Well I’m a bit shocked, I was hoping that you might be a bit more…animated but I guess you’re still in restraint mode.” Sighing she felt his arms wrap round her, giggling she looked at him. “I feel slightly over dressed.” She smiled as she kissed him softly. <br><br>“A new skill?” She giggled looking over at him, “I dread to think what new thing you’re going to teach me.” She smiled as he kissed her slowly and passionately. Sighing she felt him laying her on the bed. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly at him. <br><br>Giggling she felt his lips nibbling on her breasts before down, she smiled looking down wondering where he was going. “Where are you going?” She giggled feeling his hands moving over her, she felt this fingers moving over her lips before his kissed softly. Smiling she ran her fingers through his hair. “So what are you going to teach me?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 22:10:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think" he tells her, his mouth close enough to her sex for her to feel his hot breath through her panties, "that I am going to teach you that there are more ways to pleasure and satisfy each other in more ways than a conventional coupling."<br><br>He kisses her again, then begins to pull her panties down. Stroking his fingertips along her thighs as they come down, he pulls them away and casts them aside. Then he lowers his face toward her bare sex, traces the lips with his fingers across them. He begins to explore her folds, teasing and caressing, and his face comes lower.<br><br>He parts her folds with his fingers, and licks his tongue at her clit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 22:53:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit her lip feeling his breath on her lips. “I think you taught me that when you tied me up and spanked me.” She giggled her fingers running through her hair. Gasping as he pulls her panties down his fingers teasing over thighs. <br><br>Blushing she felt his fingers teasing over her lips, she wanted him to take her now but he obviously wanted to tease her first. Giggling she pressed herself against him, her body shaking slightly as she felt him teasing her body. “Oh God.” She whispered her fingers running through his hair, “Hmmmm.” She giggled loving the way he felt him beginning to explore her folds. “Tease.” She giggled.<br><br>Gasping as his tongue teased her clit she shivered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 02:43:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"As you can see" he murmurs, "there is a little more involved than that time. Tonight, I shall show how my mouth and tongue can pleasure you- and then teach you to do the same in return."<br><br>He licks her clit again, then laps his tongue across her entrance. Licking up from there to her clit and down again, he starts working his tongue expertly across her damp pink flesh.<br><br>After a few moments, his fingers go to work as well, stroking the folds to either side and drawing closer to her most sensitive parts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:29:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled her fingers running through his hair. “I guess there is&nbsp; little more involved.” She bit her lip blushing as she felt him licking her clit, her hips jumped as he did. As he licked the entrance she moaned in pleasure feeling herself getting wetter.<br><br>Biting her lip he started to tease her pussy, like he had done this all his life. “Oh William.” She moaned softly as his tongue trailed up and down the length. His fingers started to tease as well, parting her wider promising to dip inside but not going through with it. “Tease.” She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 01:02:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He licks round and around her clit, gently suckling at the hard little button every so often. His fingers keep creeping close to her entrance, finally rubbing at it.<br><br>"Mmmm yes" he says. "Mmmm... Yes... Teasing you.... Mmmm... And don't claim you don't love it... Mmmm..."<br><br>He keeps his lips and tongue on her clit each time he makes the murmuring, growling noise, letting the vibrations be felt there. Then he starts to slide his fingers inside, an inche at a time, stroking and exploring and always teasing...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 01:32:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping as he licked round her clit, she felt his fingers teasing against her threatening to push inside. “Oh God.” She whispered, “I never said I didn’t I just said that you were.” She bit her lip.<br><br>“Oh love, push your fingers inside.” She smiled, arching her back she ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh fuck.” She moaned, her body shaking slightly stopped her hips from lifting off the bed. “Oh William.” She moaned loving the way he teased her body, at least he knew what he was doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 02:30:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers finally push all the way inside, then start stroking her inner walls. Moving slowly in and out, tickling her inside, while his mouth keeps stimulating her clit. He loses it a couple of times as her hips wriggle and buck under him in her growing arousal.<br><br>"Is that it, Vienne? Is this where my lovely wife wants me to touch? Here? Here? Or how about- <em>here</em>..."<br><br>He tickles her g-spot with skilled fingers while licking her clit. Then he starts to plunge his fingers quickly in and out of her, rubbing her insides as he goes in and out, while he suckles her clit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 03:55:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip as she felt him pushing his fingers all the way inside. “Oh fuck.” She moaned her hips rising up slightly as he pushed against her inner walls. “Oh god yes.” Her voice was getting higher with each second, it was pure ecstasy. His mouth teasing over her clit before he spoke. <br><br>Slowly he pulled his fingers out until he hit the sensitive part of her pussy, digging her nails into the bed sheets she bit her lip trying to stop herself from being any louder. “Oh fuck.” She moaned loving the way he could tease her body, how he knew which part would cause her more pleasure. <br><br>“Oh fuck William…you’re so good at this.” She moaned, feeling herself being brought to the edge. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 02:46:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers curl into a beckoning motion each time he pulls them out, before straightening them to plunge deep inside once again. He keeps licking, sucking and humming around her clit, making the pace move a little faster and then a little more, driving her inexorably toward climax.<br><br>He feels her thighs tense to either side, feels her hips moving under him, hears the breathless desperate note entering her voice and her attempts to keep from screaming out, tastes the juices flowing so freely. He knows she's close, and suddenly moves faster and harder to give her the last push. And keeps moving and suckling, to keep her past the edge as long as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 01:01:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling his fingers curl her body shaking as he pushed deep inside her. “Oh God.” She whispered pushing herself back against him. Loving the way he teased her, pushing her closer to her orgasm. “Oh yes.” She whimpered moaning in pleasure as she felt him teasing her pussy.<br><br>Pushing back against him she gasped and moaned, her body shaking as she felt herself cumming hard in pleasure. “Oh fuck.” She moaned, screaming in pleasure as she felt him thrusting deep inside her, he pushed her to the edge, moaning in pleasure as she felt her body shaking. “Oh Yes.” She screamed as she came hard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 03:10:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Making sure she's climaxed as much as she's goping to without a lot more work, William finally stops and sits up, wiping her juices from his face. He grins at his wife as she lays flushed and panting on the bed.<br><br>"I'd say there was no question that you enjoyed that. We might have to take steps to make this room harder to hear noises from outside of, if that's a reaction you're likely to have often. Such language!"<br><br>He chuckles, and moves up to lay beside her, propped up on one arm.<br><br>"As you can see, the mouth and fingers can be used to bring just as much pleasure as actually coupling. If you have no objection to the idea, I propose that you start learning to do for me what I just did for you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 04:49:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt he orgasm washing over her slowly departing as he moved off her, hse smiled as he spoke. “Perhaps a purpose built room, something that the rest of the house can#t hear.” She smiled as she moved slowly to look at him.<br><br>“Tell me the language doesn’t turn you on.” She giggled pressing herself against him, he asked her to learn to do for him what he did for her. She blushed, “I’ve never done it on a man before…but I suppose it can’t be too hard.” She smiled as she moved her hand down her fingertips running over his manhood slowly.<br><br>“Something like this?” she smiled as she leant in kissing his lips softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 14:19:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He feels her soft fingers running down his shaft and sighs.<br><br>"A good start. When pleasuring a man by touching him there... It is best to start soft and be told to be more forceful, than to be too rough. There... Stroke it gently but firmly. Like that..."<br><br>He kisses her back hungrily, his tongue invading her mouth.<br><br>"This skill is especially useful for a woman" he tells her, his voice deep and breathless from what her hand is doing. "Because... Mmm... It can help a man become hard again more swiftly, as well and giving him satisfaction. There... Begin using both hands. Explore me... Be firm, but gentle..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:31:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly looking up at him, her hand stroking his cock softly. “If you’ll remember this morning I’ve already done this once.” She giggled her fingers running through her hair, gripping his cock she stroked harder, his hand moving up and down thick hard cock. <br><br>Kissing him deeply she ran her tongue against hers. “I don’t think that you have ANY problem with being hard.” She giggled squeezing the base of his cock softly as she kissed him softly. <br><br>Smiling she stopped her hand from encircling his hand she placed her thumb over the gland running up his cock. Pressing down on it she stroked fasted squeezing slightly. “Hmmm.” She giggled looking up at him. “Like this?” She smiled her other hand running over his chest her nails raking over his soft flesh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 01:22:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You've done this much before" he says. "But you just felt yourself what a difference using the mouth as well can make."<br><br>He rolls on his back and moves so he's laying down but partly propped up by the pillows, so he can see what she's doing better. He gasps as she starts to find the right places. The sensation of her rubbing quickly up and down with her thumb pressed against the back of his cock like that threatens to send him over the edge for a moment, catching him as unprepared as it does.<br><br>"Oh yes... Yes, Vienne. That place... Ah! Is one... To remember..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:06:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him she didn’t say anything as he told her about the difference a mouth could do, but she saw the reaction as she rubbed his cock using her thumb. His eyes rolled back in his head she could tell he was close to cumming before holding himself back.<br><br>“Don’t hold back.” She giggled, leaning down she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, her hand gripping his cock tighter stroking softly. Smiling she ran her tongue over again slowly teasing him. Taking him into her mouth she sucked softly squeezing the base.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Hmmmm." She sighed moaning down onto his cock, causing it to vibrate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 13:23:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooooohhhhhh..."<br><br>He makes a sound that's not quite a sigh and not quite a groan as her tongue touches his sensitive tip. Her hand still stroking confidently, her tongue warm and wet. And then her mouth, enveloping it, and the delicious feeling of suction, her hand still stroking while her lips and tongue do their work.<br><br>Then she makes the noise, and she clearly noticed how much better that made things for her.<br><br>"Ahhhh... Vienne... I couldn't... Mmmmmm! Hold back... Much longer... If I tried..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 20:08:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at the sounded he was making, she kept humming down his cock as she took more into her mouth sucking harder her hand squeezing the base stroking up and down. Every so often she’d pull back letting her tongue tease over the sensitive tip. <br><br>Listening to him say that he couldn’t hold back she smiled, squeezing harder waiting for him to explode. “Hmmmm.” She giggled softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 20:59:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She keeps going, looking up at him with such a mischievous expression with her mouth round his cock, her red hairs tumbling loose over her pale shoulders and her perfect lips wrapped around his shaft. The feeling gets stronger and stronger. He tries to make it last as long as possible, but she's picked things up very, very quickly.<br><br>Hew wonders if she'd be willing and able to be taught to swallow him all the way, if he could bury himself all the way to the base of his cock in her mouth and enter her throat...<br><br>The thought is enough to finish him. He gasps, and his cock twitches and pulses in her hand as he spurts his seed out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 00:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she sucked harder taking as much as she could into her mouth, she wasn’t ready to take him into her throat. “Hmmmmm.” She moaned causing his cock to vibrate more in her mouth knowing that it’s causing him so much more pleasure.<br><br>She felt him throbbing in her mouth he had to be close, as he suddenly erupted in her mouth, she swallowed as much as she could, but he seemed to keep cumming and cumming. <br><br>Once he finished she pulled back her hand still running up and down wiping the bits of cum from around her mouth. “How was that?” She smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 01:52:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bright innocence of her smile as it graces her beautiful young face makes a stirring contrast to the way she wipes his seed from her lips and swallows. This girl is truly a gem, he thinks.<br><br>"Again... I find I have to remind myself you'd never known a man's touch. You take to the pleasures of the bedchamber so readily- I can only imagine what you might be like when you've learned all your lessons."<br><br>Catching his breath, he manages to sit up and shifts over to the side of the bed. She hears him open the case he'd bought today, then rummages briefly and closes it before she manages to peek inside.<br><br>"I wouldn't wish to ruin future surprises for you" he says, grinning. "Except perhaps when I might tell you what I'm going to use one of those things for in the morning and have you spend the whole day imagining it. But for now..."<br><br>He opens the latches on a wooden case he's retrieved, and takes something out. A mass of brass gears and crankshafts surrounded by rings studded with smooth balls, it has the shape of a rod not quite a foot long with what looks like a grip at the bottom. He opens that area with a click, and then takes a strange crystalline cube that glows with an eerie blue light from the case and places it in the device. Closing it, the crystal is hidden and he works a dial on the grip.<br><br>Suddenly, the gears and shafts all whir into life. She sees the rings all along the lenght of it start to rotate in opposing directions. Stopping the demonstration, he takes out a section of black rubber that's clearly meant to cover the device, and places it on. She sees the rod is now covered in smooth, featureless rubber and the balls on the outside make a pattern of small bulges all along it. Twisting the dial again, it begins to whir once more, sending the hard bulges covering it madly along the surface.<br><br>"Now then... With such a bright mind and lack of moral inhibitions as you possess, I'm sure you have already guessed where this particular device is to be inserted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 03:25:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled softly at him as she knelt up on the bed, “Just because I’ve never been touched by a man or indeed touched a man doesn’t mean I haven’t seen a man.” She smiled as she looked at him. “One of the male teachers decided to show the Ladies in my dorm just how to please a man...I refrained from touching him but...I enjoyed the view.”<br><br>She tried to look into the case he brought out but she couldn’t see. “Oh meanie.” She gigged as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to gain some dignity. “You’re going to use one of those things on me in the morning, I do hope that you don’t wake me up before you use it.” She grinned.<br><br>She stared at the object in his hand, biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. He picked up a blue object placing it inside before using the cogs to wind it up. She smiled slightly seeing it move how the rings and balls moved, frowning he pilled a cover over it winding it up again as she could see the ridges moving. <br><br>“Well…I wasn’t too sure, I figured that it was for me, but if you got it for yourself…I guess I could give it a go.” She smiled at him as she reached for it, it was out of his grasp so she needed to move onto all fours, her eyes never leaving his as she teased him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 16:58:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hands her the device, and shows her how the dial to control the speed works. Then he lays back, watching her with a smile.<br><br>"Play with you new toy" he says. "I'll use it on you in future couplings, but for now, enjoy yourself."<br><br>He grins at her.<br><br>"Simply be certain that I have a good view of what you're doing to yourself. I'm sure you'll learn quickly what you like, you've taken to the rest so readily."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 18:51:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he showed her how to use it, giggling she ran her fingers through her hair. Taking it she watched it move for a few seconds, “It looks like fun.” She giggled her fingers running through her hair.<br><br>“Oh you want me to use it on myself?” She frowned, “There was me thinking you want me to use it on you.” She giggled, “I’d enjoy it so much more if you used it on me.” She moved towards him kissing him softly.<br><br>Running her fingers over his chest she knelt up pouting at him. “Besides I’m not sure it will even work.” She pouted, giving him the sad eyes.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 02:21:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles, and shakes his head. For someone who was tragically miserable at the thought of marriage a few weeks ago, she's learning the ways of manipulating a man rather quickly.<br><br>"Very well, if you insist" he says, deciding to let her have her way. "But I think I've been deprived of the sight of your breasts for far too long- time for you to get naked too."<br><br>He quickly assists her in removing her corset, and then nuzzles and kisses her exposed breasts. Then he turns the device on, and the whirring buzz fills the bedroom again. Grinning, he traces her breasts and nipples with it, the machinery sending vibrations through her flesh...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 02:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled her fingers running through her hair, “I do insist.” As she helped him undress she ran her fingers over his chest softly. “Maybe I didn’t want you to see my breast see how long you can last.” She bit her lip.<br><br>He helped her remove the corset as he nuzzled and kissed her breasts she giggled,<br>“You seem to have the impression that I started off as innocent…you’re very wrong, granted I was reluctant at first to get married but the whole innocent virgin act was a lie.” She whispered giggling softly at him. “Not the virgin part.”<br><br>He set the machine go buzzing and whirring as he moved it over her breasts teasing her nipples. “Hmmmmm.” She giggled, as she lay back against the pillow. “Hmmm imagine how it would feel if it gave off electric impulses.” She grinned, “Think you can commission a machine like that? Maybe one with like spikes." She ran her tongue over her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 03:34:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So I noticed" he tells her. "Though I suspect the misery at being forced into marriage was all real."<br><br>He presses her breasts together, and strokes the vibrator between them. Hi moves it from one nipple to the other, tickling them, then ptressing it hard against her.<br><br>"You've certainly given a great deal of thought to what manner of sexual deviancy you wish to explore, haven't you? As it happens I have something along those lines in the case right now. I'd intended it to shock you in more ways than one- but perhaps I should begin moving forward more quickly with the lessons if you're thinking of such things already..."<br><br>He traces the vibrator down her belly, tickling her navel, then strokes it along the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. Up and down, getting closer and closer to her core...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 04:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, “There was misery but then I met you, and that day we snuck away I realised that maybe we could have some fun together, and I think that thing you have in your hand is the proof.” She giggled.<br><br>“I’ve had a long time to think about it.” She smiled, giggling as he moved from one nipple to the other. “I think you should surprise me, but since we are finally home, we can have as much or as little fun as we want.” She bit her lip as he moved the machine down her body.<br><br>Looking down at him she felt it moving over her thigh teasing the soft skin slowly moving up. Promising to push higher, she was so turned on, she knew he could push inside without trouble. Giggling she looked up at him, “Are you enjoying yourself?” She smiled as she parted her legs, reaching out with her hand she ran her fingers over his thigh softly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 16:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course I'm ejnoying this. You're so beautiful, and so willing- in his heart, every man dreams of bedding a woman like you."<br><br>He traces the vibrator slowly up and down her wet slit, pushing against her clit. Then he turns it and puts it horizontally against her folds and starts moving it. Laying between her folds like an oversized sausage between two halves of a bun, he rubs it back and forth across her, starting to push down for extra contact then move back a little.<br><br>"Are you enjoying the new toy?" he asks his writhing, gasping wife with a grin.<br><br>After several minutes of seeing how mad with pleasure he can make her that way, he stops and turns the vibrator to begin slowly pushing it inside her, one inch at a time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 01:02:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled “Well if every man dreams of begging a woman like me, you have no excuse for cheating on me.” She giggled as he moved the vibrator up and down, her hips jump and she gives out a squeal as he pushes it against her clit. <br><br>As he turned the toy and presses it against her she moaned, biting her lip as she feels it pressing against her. “Oh God, it’s fantastic…if I had know about these before we had gotten married I would NEVER have agreed to it.” She giggled.<br><br>Every inch of her tingled from the pleasure she was feeling, he turned the vibrator slowly pushing inside, biting her lip she gripped the sheets looking up at him. “Oh God…” She moaned. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 02:19:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inch by careful inch he pushes the buzzing rod into her, occasionally pulling back a little and thrusting it in again. It takes over a minute for him to push it all the way inside. Once it's there, he turns the dial up, and up, and up, having it buzz madly in the sheath of her womanhood.<br><br>"As much as you seem to like this, I doubt I'll need to worry about you straying from the marriage bed either. I'll leave this with you if there is ever cause for us to be parted, so you might gratify whatever desires come upon you."<br><br>He nuzzles her breasts, and begins to suckle and lick them. While he does, he turns the vibrator down a few notches and then begins to thrust it in and out of her in earnest. Her tight sex pulls at it while he withdraws it, then eagerly accepts it back inside again as he starts fucking her with the vibrator.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 02:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she felt him pushing the machine slowly inside her until it was completely inside. Looking up at him she ran her fingers through her hair, not realising that it could go up high she nearly hit the roof as he turned it him. The buzzing and gyrating rings hitting every sensitive part of her she could barely stand it.<br><br>“I’m not the type to cheat.” She smiled, “Unless he’s richer then you.” She giggled teasing him. “Oh has a cock that can do that.” She bit her lip moaning in pleasure. Feeling him moving over her, she ran her fingers through his hair.<br><br>Arching her back she felt him driving the machine deeper pulling out and then thrusting back inside as if he was fucking her. Biting her lip she moaned hard in pleasure. “Oh William.” She whimpered. “Oh yes.” <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 02:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm... A man not from a wealthy family might be concerned by that."<br><br>He suckles, kisses and bites her breasts, his mouth closing over her erect nipples to let his teeth and tongue tease and torture them, one then the other. And while he takes pleasure in stimulating her firm, large tits, he keeps pumping the vibrator in and out of her. He begins moving the handle in a slow circular motion as he drives it in and out, making it press harder against one side of her sex, and then the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 04:08:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I’m glad you’re not either.” She giggled as he kissed and bit her breasts. Feeling him sucking on one of her nipples she moaned in pleasure as he nibbled on them. “Oh God you’re a tease.”<br><br>She felt him change angles, pushing deeper inside her slowly moving it up and down over her walls. The vibrations were bringing her closer to orgasm. Her hips raised up to meet his, she loved the way he pushed the machine in but it was cold compared to his thick hard, pulsating member. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 14:36:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still moving it around, he moves the vibrator quickly in and out, then slows down, then speeds up. Hepushes down on the handle as it's buried inside her to make it press against her g-spot, and turns the dial up again.<br><br>His lips are busy. He loves breasts more than any other part of the female body, and Vienne's are magnificent. Licking and biting and sucking at her pale flesh, working up and down the firm, jiggling valley and slopes, and then around the darker crinkled skin of her areolae, before suckling and nibbling the hard, erect nipples.<br><br>Having held the vibrator in place for what must seem like forever to his wife, he then turns it up to full. He starts driving it rapidly in and out, moving in a spiral motion and doing his best to drive her toward another climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 02:23:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes she moaned softly in pleasure, pushing back against him, as he thrust the vibrated deeper and harder inside her tight wet cunt. He turned it up she moaned her body shaking slightly; she could barely stand much more. <br><br>The feel of his lips on her breasts she had no idea they were so sensitive, each touch, lick, nip, and bite was so amazing; it sent waves of pleasure running over her body. “Oh God.” She whispered moaning in pleasure, pushing back against him.<br><br>Biting her lip she felt him thrusting the machine in harder, arching her back she pushed back against him. “I need you.” She whispered. Pushing back against him she felt herself closer to cumming. “Oh god.” She whimpered loving the way he felt thrusting deeply inside her. “Oh fuck.” She moaned pushing harder against him as she felt herself exploding in pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 03:08:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As always he keeps going, working her sensitive body even though she's reached her climax, trying to draw it out and send her into another one. When she finally seems to have subsided, when her moans and screams become pants and gasps, he finally turns the device off and draws it out of her. He suckles her breasts a little longer, her nipples keeping his attention and distracting him from thoughts of doing anything else.<br><br>"So... Do you approve of this particular purchase? I have many more interesting things to delight your wanton female flesh, and as the nights go by I shall introduce you to them one by one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 04:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes her body shaking as he kept pushing the machine deep inside her pushing her closer to orgasm. “Oh God,” She whispered pushing back against him. His lips pressing over her nipples again biting and teasing her, as she started to come down from her orgasm.<br><br>As he pulled the machine from her, she sighed moaning softly, her fingers running through his hair. “I definitely approve of the machine.” She giggled, “I love the feel of you again me.” She grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 14:34:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I love the feel of you, Vienne. Especially here..."<br><br>He suckles, nips and swirls his tongue around a nipple that, if she's like many women, will be more sensitive after that climax.<br><br>"And here..."<br><br>His fingers slip down to explore where the vibrator recently sat.<br><br>"And I feel I may not need much longer to be ready to fuck you again. Just long enough left now to ponder exactly how and where I'm going to do it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 01:55:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned in pleasure as she felt him sucking her nipples teasing and tormenting her after her orgasm. <br><br>His hand moved down pushing inside her tight wet cunt. “Oh God.” She whispered, “You are such a tease.” She whispered. “I thought that was meant to be my job.” She grinned.<br><br>“How and where?” She giggled, “Are you saying we might end up going in another room?” She giggled, “How scandalous!”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:38:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Another room?" He laughs. "Oh, eventually, yes, we'll fuck in all manner of places where we're not supposed to I'm sure. But I was referring to you, Vienne."<br><br>He snuggles up close to her, his face near hers and his hands toying with her breasts.<br><br>"As you've seen, while the basic act involves my sexual organ being inserted into yours, there are alternative methods of deriving pleasure between a man and woman. I've already shown you how your mouth can be employed. At some point, I might perhaps decide to use your backside as if you were a boy and lacking the delightful hole that women come with."<br><br>His hands stroke her buttocks, and his fingertips tickle her anus.<br><br>"Another favourite of my own, when the woman is so abundantly gifted with female attributes, is to take my pleasure from the woman's cleavage. I think you'd be especially capable of that act."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 03:15:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed as he laughed at her comment, “Me?” She frowned as he curled into her, she smiled feeling his hands over her breasts. He spoke about using her backside she looked at him, she had never done anything like that, nor even entertained the idea.<br><br>His fingers teased her arse, threatening to push inside. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for that.” She bit her lip blushing. He spoke about a woman’s cleavage, “You can really do that?” she whispered giggling softly at the idea of him pushing himself between her breasts. <br><br>“I never imagined that you could. Perhaps we could try, I get the feeling that you’re eager to.” Biting her&nbsp; lip she ran her fingers through his hair, leaning in she kissed his lips softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 03:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hadn't thought you'd go for that so soon" he tells her, patting her backside. "But your breasts can certainly be employed most pleasantly."<br><br>He kisses her back, then moves away to sort through the purchases again. He returns with a stoppered bottle.<br><br>"Your breasts will provide this service most readily if they have been properly lubricated" he tells her. "On occasion, I might enjoy having your whole body oiled before I take my pleasure of it. But for tonight..."<br><br>He opens the bottle and pours a generous dollop of oil into the palm of one hand. Placing the bottle to one side, he starts rubbing his hands together to heat the oil a little. Then he cups her breasts with the slick, scented fluid and begins to rub and massage the oil into her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 03:57:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she watched him as he went to the box pulling out a bottle of something. He spoke about having her oiled she giggled at the idea of being covered in oil she was sure he wouldn’t be able to get a good grip on her. Perhaps they could play sardines with her covered in oil that would make the game interesting.<br><br>Looking at him she watches as he pours oil into his hands, rubbing them together before placing them on her breasts. She gasped slightly at the wet sensation on her tender breasts. <br><br>As his hands teased over her skin she sighed pressing herself against him loving the way he tempted and teased her body. “Hmmm.” She giggled. <br><br>"I shall have to ask you to massage my back soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 14:49:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll do so gladly. Though not, I confess, as gladly as I'll do this..."<br><br>He's rubbed the oil all over her breasts, and now begins to squeeze, stroke, fondle and knead them. Rubbing them together, then against his palms. Stroking his fingertips over them. Pinching the hard nipples until them slide out of his slick grasp. He lingers for far longer than he needs to just to lubricate them, and seems to enjoy having his hands on her breasts as much as she does.<br><br>"Now then" he finally says, his lust getting the better of him. "Let us proceed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 19:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I won’t ask you to do my back today.” She giggled as she watched him rubbing the oil over her breasts. “Hmmmm.” She giggled biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. As he pinched her nipples she moaned softly, “You’re so naughty.” She giggled looking over at him.<br><br>“Alright, what do you want me to do?” She giggle as she sits up pulling him closer to her she kissed him deeply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:41:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now, I want you to hold your breasts together and stroke them against my manhood. It might be best this time if you lay on your back."<br><br>He rolls her onto her back and moves on top of her, straddling her stomach with his cock jutting out in front of him. He takes hold of a breast and rubs the tip of his cock against her nipple, sighing at the feeling. Then he places his his shaft into her cleavage.<br><br>"Take hold of each breast in your hands, and press them together. Squeeze and stroke them, and I will start to thrust..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 23:09:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip as she rolled onto her back, biting her lip she pressed her breasts together. Looking up at him she smiled, “Like this?” She giggled softly.<br><br>She pressed her breasts together rubbing them over his cock. She giggled looking at him. Of all the things she had done at school this was a first, biting her lip she smiled at him pressing against him. <br><br>“I love you,” She leant back smiling at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tantavalist</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 02:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He feels her warm, soft breasts press against his cock from either side and smiles.<br><br>"Yes. Exactly like that."<br><br>He starts to slowly thrust his hips, moving his cock in and out, fucking her cleavage as the slick, oiled flesh glides agaisnt his sensitive tip. The end just barely peeks out of her generous mounds as he moves.<br><br>"Oh Vienne... You're truly the girl I thought I could only dream of marrying."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Behind Closed Doors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled as he started to thrust himself between her generous breasts, grinning her pressed herself against him. “I’m glad I’m doing it right.” She giggled rubbing her breasts against him harder.<br><br>“Hmmm,” She grinned, “Do you really mean that?” She whispered, “I’m glad that I’m your dream girl.” She smiled pressing herself against him. “I love you.” She whispered.<br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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