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  1. A young woman approached John, whom he might recognize as Anne-Elisabeth’s maidservant Bess. “Lord Silverbridge,” she greeted him with a curtsy. “My mistress asked me to deliver this note to you.” Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a folded piece of parchment and handed it to him. “I have been instructed to wait for your response.” The note was written in Anne-Elisabeth’s no-nonsense handwriting. My dearest John, I have been looking forward to accompanying you to your estate, but I am afraid that I must cancel. I think the kitten is sick. She threw up on my bed last night. I don’t feel comfortable leaving her with my servants and it would be unwise to bring her with me. And so I must stay and take care of her. If it is not urgent that you go today, perhaps you would like to join me. She is your kitten too. With fondness, Anne-Elisabeth
  2. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Prosody Problems, evening, 13th April (Open!)

    “I feel the same way,” Anne-Elisabeth confessed. “Maybe when we are older and fabulously successful, we will become set in our ways, but I rather doubt it. To me, fluidity is an important aspect of poetry. One must be open to new things and new ideas, for our art is ever-changing, and we must grow with it.” She assumed that Master O’Neill was being metaphorical about dancing through roses and experiencing their thorns. Figuratively, she had done the same thing. The young Countess smiled impishly. “Perhaps if you go with me, I can persuade you to dance with me.” It seemed that he needed to get back to his duties as well. “If he does notice, I’m sure you will be able to come up with a creative and plausible excuse." Anne-Elisabeth winked cheekily. “I look forward to that as well. Now that we have met, court will never be the same again. You will receive an invitation from me soon. Farewell, Master O’Neill.” And with that, she headed back to her carriage, pleased with the way this impromptu venture int the gardens had turned out. ~finis~
  3. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Prosody Problems, evening, 13th April (Open!)

    Anne-Elisabeth chuckled. “Even modern women appreciate chivalry.” Because chivalrous men are easy to control, she added silently to herself. Maybe that comment would have amused Master O’Neill but she wasn’t willing to risk his ire considering how well they were getting along. Maybe she would mention it at another time once they knew each other better. Perhaps it would incite an idea for one of his tragic poems. Or she could keep it for herself, as she was now envisioning a comedic scene she could add to her play. “I shall look forward to it,” she remarked. She did not consider that line as her invention, and ideas were free, after all. The young Countess might have reacted differently if she did not enjoy his company so much. If he had been tiresome and boring, she might have claimed it and tried to sell it to him for an exorbitant price. Then again, their conversation would probably not have lasted very long. There were endless excuses one could use to leave a dull person’s presence. Master O’Neill was definitely not dull. Nor did Anne-Elisabeth have any problem following his mercurial thought processes. All poets she had known wandered from one subject from another, depending on where their muses took them. When one was accustomed to such ramblings, especially in one’s own mind, they were quite easy to understand. Her gaze echoed his over to the rose bushes. “Perhaps. I would have to try it first, so I could write from personal experience. And I don’t think I would wish to dance through roses. Too many thorns. A field of wildflowers would be best. I shall have to find one.” Her grin was both impish and challenging. “Maybe you would like to come along.” She had suspected that Master O’Neill would be surprised by that comment. “You will be the first to know. You will surely recognize yourself immortalized in verse or prancing across a stage.” Anne-Elisabeth once more raised her eyes to the darkening sky. “I hate to cut our intriguing discussion short, but I should be heading home if I want to have dinner before the stars began calling to me tonight.”
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    Partners In Rhyme | Tuesday 10 pm

    Her arm ached as she stretched it as far as she could. No matter how hard she tried, Anne-Elisabeth could not reach the bottle. Not even the tips of her fingers touched it. Dorset laughed at her efforts. Perhaps it was fortunate that she couldn't get to it because her other idea had more appeal. However, before she could voice it, he simply did it … standing up and carrying her over to the table. It was if he had read her thoughts. Great minds truly did think alike. With every step he took, her pearl rubbed against his groin, creating a delicious and exciting friction. Desire danced through her veins and she wondered if Dorset felt the same. She knew exactly what she would do with the bottle once she had it. “Hold me steady,” she told him. Young and strong and flexible, Anne-Elisabeth bent sideways and slightly backwards until she was able to grasp it. Using her abs to propel herself upward again, she wrapped on arm around Dorset’s neck and triumphantly held the bottle aloft. “Success!” she exclaimed. With a wicked grin, she pretended to nearly lose her grip on it, tilting it so that most of the whiskey spilled over them and between them. “Oops,” she chuckled. “Whatever shall we do now?”
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    Lead Me Not Into Temptation | Tuesday April 12, 2 pm

    Anne-Elisabeth was not one for cuddling after sex. But she had to admit she liked being held close in John’s arms while enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. “You were crushing me,” she teased, tapping his nose playfully after he had kissed hers. In truth, the mattress was soft enough that she had barely felt his weight. “I like this much better.” His comment sent images careening through her mind as to places they could shag in. “I shall hold you to that promise,” she whispered with a playful wink. “They don’t all have to be in the house either. I still haven’t shown you the maze.” Would he be unwilling to risk being discovered in a public place or would the possibility thrill him the way it did her? “If you’d like, you can stay with me tonight.” Anne-Elisabeth yawned and settled into a comfortable position. “You wore me out. Perhaps we should sleep for a bit and then I’ll call for dinner when we wake up.” She favored John with a wicked grin. “We will need our strength for the rest of the evening.”
  6. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Prosody Problems, evening, 13th April (Open!)

    “An excellent point,” she remarked with a smile. “It is not only the victors that captivate us. I have always been more fond of villains myself.” Anne-Elisabeth’s smile broadened when Master O’Neill offered to send her one of his poems. She had already made up her mind to show him her play as it could benefit from a male perspective. They were definitely on the same page where writing was concerned and their styles were so different that she was positive that they would compliment each other. “The stars are many things. I discover more about them every time I study them. Considering all that they have given me, ‘chivalric’ might not be far off the mark.” It seemed as if her obsession with the heavens had inspired him. She had no idea why the charming Irishman believed she had a claim to his poetic line, but she decided not to ask. “It’s all yours, and in truth, it is not all that bad. I hope you will let me know what you do with it.” Anne-Elisabeth laughed at Master O’Neill’s description of himself. She had spent most of her life on a tropical island and knew little of the Irish. His accent was as intriguing as he was and she hoped that she would hear more of it. “And to me, poetry is dancing among the flowers and laughter in the rain. It is a pattern that everyone sees in their own special way and those like us wish to convey our vision to the world. “My inspiration comes from anywhere and everywhere.” She smiled mischievously. “Even from you, a gentleman I have only just met."
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    Partners In Rhyme | Tuesday 10 pm

    Dorset’s laughter sent a bright little thrill down Anne-Elisabeth’s spine. Did she want him again already? It seemed so. It was quite rare for a gentleman to have that effect on her but she was perfectly content to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking until he was ready for a second round. She was glad that he didn’t want her to slide from his lap right away. Sitting atop him was quite pleasant. They fit together very well, her curves sublimely conforming to his contours. This, too, was quite unusual. She and Dorset were quite alike in many ways. Everything they had done together so far … from limerick contests to christening desks to lessons in male impersonation to frolicking on his couch… was enthralling. Anne-Elisabeth shifted her torso slightly backward and kissed him lightly, playfully. “It is quite a delightful position, is it not?” She laughed as he presented her with their dilemma, her eyes following his to the bottle on the table. “After that drink I just enjoyed, I can’t say that sobriety sounds appealing. Let me see if I can reach it.” She extended one hand, wriggling a bit on Dorset’s lap as she strained to reach the bottle. If this failed, she had a much more adventurous idea.
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    Lead Me Not Into Temptation | Tuesday April 12, 2 pm

    Of course she was trembling. How could she not when so many exciting thrills coursed through her body? Anne-Elisabeth lifted her hips to meet each of John’s thrusts, moaning while he nibbled upon her neck. Perhaps he would leave a mark, but she did not care. There were ways to hide it … if she chose to. It was more likely that she would wear it proudly and favor everyone who noticed with a satisfied smile. She was not thinking of this now, of course. Nothing existed for her but John and the pleasure he was giving her. When he pulled out, she frowned. What kind of game was he playing? Then he touched her pearl and she shivered with delight. Another touch or two and he would send her over the edge. Maybe that was what he intended, to make her climax twice. His words made her smile. “You sound surprised,” she whispered breathlessly. “Or do you just want me to tell you how much I want you? I would rather show you instead.” Before she could pull him down for a kiss, he entered her again. He was true to his word. There was no gentleness this time, but it was primal, frenzied coupling that Anne-Elisabeth craved. When he lifted her legs, she moved them even higher so that her ankles rested upon his shoulders. It was one of her favorite positions as it allowed him to push as deeply as possible inside her. “Now it’s you who is trembling,” she gasped as his body shook. They reached ecstasy together and she felt his seed spill inside her as she rode the waves of exquisite pleasure with him. He collapsed on top of her and soon the sensations began to subside. Cupping John’s face with her hands, Anne-Elisabeth kissed him deeply and passionately, only breaking it momentarily to whisper: “That was divine.”
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    Prosody Problems, evening, 13th April (Open!)

    “I never said I wasn’t cruel.” Anne-Elisabeth grinned mischievously. “I said I hope you never find out if I am.” Studying his face intently, she tilted her head to the side. “Unless you would like to be on the receiving end of my ire." When she was angry, her tongue was as sharp as a sword and twice as deadly, or so she had been told. It was fortunate she had a good sense of humor and was rarely offended. “I think I would have liked to be your inspiration for Boudicca. I’ve always appreciated women who are fiercer than men. Though I often wish she would have won, the world we live in today would be vastly different than it is now. Whether better or worse is impossible to say.” Now Master O’Neill claimed that her vices were virtues, something she had always believed herself. His mention of winsome men made her think that he might fancy those of his own gender … or both genders, like she did. “Finally someone who agrees with me. There is little to be admired in modesty or piety when they are used to condemn others. Those holier-than-thou fools are slaves to their narrow-minded values and miss out on so many opportunities to truly enjoy life.” Anne-Elisabeth never ceased to be amazed by the heavens and it took her a moment or two to realize what he had said. “Perhaps because we always reach for the untouchable, hoping that in some way we may attain it.” Master O’Neill’s smirk was quite attractive, as was everything else about him. “And so we do, a concept that is both exciting and often elusive.” She leaned back as well, favoring him with a warm smile and an inquisitive gaze. “Besides your homeland and loose women, what else inspires you?”
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    Partners In Rhyme | Tuesday 10 pm

    Because most men did not pull out, Anne-Elisabeth prevented conception by taking a mixture of herbs that had not failed her since she had become sexually active. Even if she did fall pregnant, she doubted that she would know exactly which of her lovers was the father. She was too much of a free spirit to be faithful to one man. As abortion was often fatal, she figured she would probably go back to her estate, have the baby in secret, give it away to a couple who weren’t able to have children, and promptly forget about it. A child would just slow down her plans to rise as far as possible at court. Maybe when she had achieved her goals and was more mature, she would be ready to start a family. She hoped so, for it would be a terrible loss if her brilliance, cleverness, and wit was not passed down to a future generation. The raven-haired Countess thought nothing of this now as she rode with Dorset to the pinnacle of pleasure, throwing back her head so that her long silky hair bounced against his balls. It was one of the most thrilling climaxes she had ever experienced and she wished that it would never end. He continued to grind against her as the tantalizing sensations began to subside, sending bright little aftershocks hurtling through her body. A bit winded, she shifted her position so that she could lean against him and catch her breath. “Why should I wish to cork it when I can shake it up and make it explode? It is so much more satisfying that way.” She adored that lazy smile of his. “I can think of nobody else I would rather share a drink with, though I believe I have drunk more than you.” She glanced at the half-empty bottle, wondering what he would do if she poured it over herself. He would most likely need some time to recover first, but unless he had other plans tonight, they had plenty of time to enjoy each other many times. “But that can be remedied easily enough.”
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    Lead Me Not Into Temptation | Tuesday April 12, 2 pm

    Anne-Elisabeth sighed in pleasure as John drew her close so that they were pressed tightly together. She moaned softly while his hands explored her curves, her own reaching around him to cup his well-formed backside and sliding them between his legs to caress his balls. He kissed her neck and then lifted her as easily as if she was a feather. Her back pressed against the silken sheets. She eagerly accepted his kiss, returning it with unrestrained passion. The young Countess could feel his cock rigid upon her belly while his hands continued to explore, finally reaching the pearl of her arousal. She almost reached climax then and there but managed to hold it back, wanting John to share that experience with her. It didn’t take much nudging for her to open her legs for him. His kiss was so consuming that she felt its loss when he broke it and looked down at her, holding her gaze with passion-filled eyes. A sultry smile formed upon her lips, inviting him to sheath himself within her. Because of the exercises she had been taught by a Barbadian whore and practiced diligently, she was as tight as a virgin. Her hips rose to meet his initial thrust, her inner muscles pulling him in as deep as possible. He filled her completely, the head of his cock pushing enticingly against her back walls. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his face down for another kiss.
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    Partners In Rhyme | Tuesday 10 pm

    With the content of two drinks coating Dorset’s cock, Anne-Elisabeth didn’t need to add any more unless she wanted to become drunk. Of course, some of it had soaked into the fabric of the sofa on which he sat, but enough was left to make her task not only pleasant but flavorful. She could tell by his reactions that he was getting close to climax and appreciated his warning. One hand deftly replaced her tongue, and with one swift movement, she rose and straddled him, impaling herself upon him. Her small pert breasts bounced invitingly as she moved back and forth, up and down. Her toned inner muscles gripped his cock tightly, pulling it in as far as possible. With her hands on Dorset’s shoulders, she arched her back, her own passion rising to the point of no return.
  13. Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

    Prosody Problems, evening, 13th April (Open!)

    Was Master O’Neill implying that he was intimately acquainted with untamed women? Did he also write erotic poetry? “I have never been described as virtuous,” Anne-Elisabeth laughed, “but I confess I like the way you think.” In truth, she found him quite fascinating and was glad that she had not passed him by when she heard him cursing at Calliope. She had assumed that he would probably curse at her too, but instead their literary pursuits had given them common ground. The young Countess looked forward to getting to know him better and to learn what else he occupied his time with besides writing. “I assure you that I have first-hand knowledge of the attributes you speak of.” She leaned closer to him, as if about to share a secret. “And many many others. We uninhibited ladies are quite complex creatures. If you need ideas for your female characters, you need look no further than yours truly. I even masquerade as a man on occasion.” Master O’Neill seemed quite taken with her story of her childhood love of the nighttime sky. Maybe he would become intrigued with astronomy as well. “I think the stars would lose much of their allure if we could actually touch them. Their mystery is part of their charm and they have been motivating their admirers since ancient times. I’m sure you have heard some of the mythical tales of how each constellation came to be.” Anne-Elisabeth raised her dark eyes to the sky. “They are full of beauty and power and possibility. If you want to be filled with awe and inspiration, all you need to do is simply look up.”
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    Lead Me Not Into Temptation | Tuesday April 12, 2 pm

    Turned with her back to him, Anne-Elisabeth could do little but enjoy being undressed. John obviously had practice disrobing ladies. Women who expected to be a gentleman’s only love might be dismayed by that knowledge, but the young Countess preferred experienced lovers who knew what they were doing. She closed her eyes and sighed as her bodice came free. His lips on her neck startled her and she jumped slightly, her eyes flying open. Only a heartbeat later, Anne-Elisabeth lifted her head to give John better access. Each little nibble left a trail of fire in its wake which blazed delightfully through the rest of her body. Feeling her corset loosen was always a pleasure whether it was done by a lover or her maid, and she breathed in deeply when he removed it. A low and sultry moan left her lips when his hand cupped her breast through her thin silken chemise. Her sensitive nipple stiffened under his touch and her bosom tingled pleasantly. Her need for him was increasing by the minute under his delicious torture. The nibbling stopped and John turned her around, replacing his hands with his lips, teasing, sucking, and driving her wild with desire. Anne-Elisabeth moved her hands through his hair, wishing she could please him as he was pleasing her. He asked if she wanted it soft or hard and fast. She raised his chin so that he was looking up at her. “Let me show you,” she purred. Taking a step back, she untied the drawstring on her skirt and stepped out of it. Then she lifted her chemise over her head and dropped it to the floor. Now fully nude, she moved forward again and began to unfasten his breeches, caressing his cock gently before and after she freed it from its prison. Circling its tip, and smiled. “I want to feel you inside me … now.”
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    Partners In Rhyme | Tuesday 10 pm

    Anne-Elisabeth had known what Dorset’s answer would be before she asked the question. What hot-blooded gentleman would turn down what she had just offered? Most ladies would be shocked by the very idea. If they tried it, they might enjoy it as much as she did. “As you wish.” Her smile broadened as she pulled her long tresses behind her and loosely braided her hair so that it wouldn’t become soaked with spilled whiskey or get in the way. Then she knelt before him and began licking his cock with slow and sensuous sweeps of her tongue. Pausing for a moment, she smiled up at him. “This is delicious. I think I’ve discovered my favorite way to drink whiskey.”
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