Post by Antoine de Silvain on Apr 10, 2010 23:53:24 GMT -5
"Come back to bed, Antoine!" called Louise from her bed.
"Yes, Antoine, do come back," agreed her friend Nanette. The two ladies were sprawled out atop the sheets, caressing each other's breasts. The looks on their faces were delicious and enticing, but I shook my head.
Giving them a rakish grin, I began collecting my clothing. "I'm sorry, ladies," I said, "but I'm afraid I am rather busy today. Perhaps another time?" Haphazardly dressed, I went to the bed to kiss them. "And next time, you can expect great things," I murmured.
The ladies giggled at that, and I walked out of the house to collect my horse. I rode to my friend the Comte de Lucrece's house. He was already waiting outside. "Good gods, what are you wearing?" he asked. "Don't tell me..."
I gave him a grin. "My friend, I have just spent a glorious night with the two ladies Louise and Nanette, and was so enthralled by the experience that you were the first I wanted to tell."
He tried to look stern, but a smile broke through and he laughed aloud. "Run inside," he said. "You can't go riding in last night's velvets. My wardrobe is your wardrobe."
"Isn't it always?" I joked, before heading inside. As I quickly dressed, I took a peek at myself in the mirror. This was my life: sex, sport, frivolity, and fun. I didn't think it could get any better.
"Yes, Antoine, do come back," agreed her friend Nanette. The two ladies were sprawled out atop the sheets, caressing each other's breasts. The looks on their faces were delicious and enticing, but I shook my head.
Giving them a rakish grin, I began collecting my clothing. "I'm sorry, ladies," I said, "but I'm afraid I am rather busy today. Perhaps another time?" Haphazardly dressed, I went to the bed to kiss them. "And next time, you can expect great things," I murmured.
The ladies giggled at that, and I walked out of the house to collect my horse. I rode to my friend the Comte de Lucrece's house. He was already waiting outside. "Good gods, what are you wearing?" he asked. "Don't tell me..."
I gave him a grin. "My friend, I have just spent a glorious night with the two ladies Louise and Nanette, and was so enthralled by the experience that you were the first I wanted to tell."
He tried to look stern, but a smile broke through and he laughed aloud. "Run inside," he said. "You can't go riding in last night's velvets. My wardrobe is your wardrobe."
"Isn't it always?" I joked, before heading inside. As I quickly dressed, I took a peek at myself in the mirror. This was my life: sex, sport, frivolity, and fun. I didn't think it could get any better.