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Post by Yvonne de Somerville on Jun 29, 2011 0:10:02 GMT -5
I had taken to drinking. Why? I couldn't really say. Perhaps it was the fact that I had spent my life being the picture of perfection, and look where that left me? A widow at four and twenty years and a barren womb where no child would grow in.
So perhaps in a way I drank because I could, because I had the right to, after everything I had been through I deserved to drink and enjoy myself for once. And that's exactly what I received from it; for once I was just having fun and being myself.
Earlier in the week I had gone out and found myself the most elegant flask I could find and filled it with the strongest liquor I could find. Today I was doing what I had been doing all week which was taking a walk while drinking.
I started in the Palace District and by the time I reached the Artisan's District I was wobbling a little and talking to strangers. As I walked I found myself feeling the drink fill my mind with lecherous thoughts and I began looking around for some one I was attracted to. In the window of one particular shoppe I saw dark hair and a handsome face that drew me in immediately and I slipped the flask into my purse and went inside.
The shoppe itself looked like a clothing establishment and I looked around thinking that I'd could likely stand to get another gown. I looked around to seek out the handsome man I had seen in the window but saw no one and wondered if I had just conjured him up. Studying a particularly beautiful fabric I waited to see if anyone showed up; I could still get a gown after all.
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Post by Zola Ben-Schmule on Jun 29, 2011 1:04:17 GMT -5
It was just another ordinary day at the shoppe. There was a dress to put the finishing touches on and a couple breeches to alter. It was simple stuff. Then there were patterns to draw and of course every now and then a new client would come in and I would have to discuss ideas and take measurements.
I had just finished a pattern for a Baron's fete attire and took it to the back room to file it away. While there I heard the door open and I smiled at the thought of another customer. I walked back out and saw a beautiful woman admiring a certain fabric. My eyes went down at once, for she was beautiful, but I knew I could not dwell on that. I approached her and inquired, "Can I be of service, m'lady?" I kept a fair distance back, my voice kind, but businesslike.
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Post by Yvonne de Somerville on Jul 5, 2011 19:07:29 GMT -5
I walked around the room casually as the man entered and spoke. He was handsome with dark hair and light eyes where was one of my favourite attributes in a man. He had a shy quality about him too, his eyes low but with flashes to me that suggested a submissive nature. I had to grin a little though I wasn't sure why, I could only chalk it up to fiery liquid in my veins.
I walked toward him, pulling out my flask for a moment and took a full swig before slipping it away again. "I'd like a gown." I answered. "Or perhaps two." I shrugged as I came toward him, close to him, then reached out and ran my finger over his strong jaw. "Are you busy?"
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Post by Zola Ben-Schmule on Jul 5, 2011 20:14:01 GMT -5
The woman started to close the distance between us and then took a drink of something I knew could only be alcoholic. No, no. I prayed silently that this woman would make no sort of pass upon me. It had happened before many times. I could resist, and I could get the job done. I would just rather not deal with the thoughts. She seemed alright for now though, and I almost felt bad for suspecting.
She spoke of gowns and then before I knew it her finger was tracing my jaw and I frooze a second, a moment of lust running through me and that guilt hit me and I turned my mind from it and my face from her hand, just enough. “My lady.” I took a step back and began to move behind the desk. “So, tell me what style of gown you are looking for, color, etc.” I was as businesslike as I could be, and did all I could not to let my eyes linger beyond what I knew to be proper.
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Post by Yvonne de Somerville on Jul 6, 2011 20:40:20 GMT -5
I watched him with an almost predatory grin and then followed after him, walking slowly toward him. "Something simple," I said softly, my words sluring just a little. "But daring." I ran my hand through my hair as I came to stand in front of me.
"Something in silver perhaps and shows off my form. I want the jaws of men to flap as I pass them." I grinned and leaned into him, pressing my chest to his as I ran one hand up from his stomach to his shoulder.
"Should I undress so that you can measure me?" I asked in a whispered as I leaned forward and kissed his neck just under his ear, then another, then another till I made my way to his lobe and sucked it gently before letting it go with a little *pop*. "Or I can just undress and fuck you here." I whispered my delicate breath in his ear.
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Post by Zola Ben-Schmule on Jul 6, 2011 22:48:25 GMT -5
She came closer and I kept my gaze down, just listening. “Simple, daring,” I knew the type before. It was the type of gown that had made me hide in the back room and pray until the swelling in my pants had subsided. She continued to describe it and I tensed up as her hand slowly ran up my body. My heartbeat quickened, nervous, a little bit frightened, and aroused. It didn’t help that I found her form desirable, more than that even. The images in my mind... Father in Heaven!
She whispered something about undressing and then she kissed me. I had never ever been kissed before. There had been attempts, but I then had the presence of mind to push them away. It was too late now and my skin burned. I could feel it, that sensation in my pants again. A little drop of something leaked out. It felt so good... I could have just melted away.
But no, I couldn’t give into temptation. Waves of guilt, wonderful guilt, rushed through me and I pushed her away, gently. “Perhaps you should come back when you’re sober.”
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Post by Yvonne de Somerville on Jul 10, 2011 12:47:51 GMT -5
He spoke and I narrowed my eyes a little as I looked at him before letting my hand trail down his chest and slowly pulled back. "Relax," I said as I pulled away then turned around slipping my flash from my purse and took a sip from it before putting it away. I turned back to him then. "I was just teasing you." I waved my hand dismissively. "So... where do we start?" I asked. "I assume you'll want to measure me."
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Post by Zola Ben-Schmule on Jul 10, 2011 14:04:06 GMT -5
My body tingled at the touch of her hand and I allowed myself to finally breath when she pulled it away from me. Relax, she said and I found that very thing the most difficult to do. She seemed to be dropping the matter and I would try to do likewise, though the damage, that first inkling of lust had been planted in my heart and I was doing all that I could to dislodge it before it could sprout into full sin.
“Yes, measurements,” I said, grabbing the line and pulling away the curtain that led into the back room. “I’ll join you in a second.”
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Post by Yvonne de Somerville on Jul 10, 2011 15:08:24 GMT -5
I walked past him, not looking in his direction, and into the back room where he indicated. When I got there I looked around for a moment, put my purse down and then pulled the ties of my bodice. Without much effort I shrugged the clothing free of my body and let it slip to the floor so that I was fully naked. Once I was I moved to the small dias in the middle of the room and began to examine myself in the mirror in front of me. My hands reached up and began to play with my hair, piling it on top of my head as I waited.
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