I’m taking the rest of the day off, and there’s nowt a single one of you can do about it! ( Archived) (10)

Highwaymen, go see to your lovers and other beloveth, we will pass on the looting of rich men’s carriages this eve!

I shall be off to the glade, northeastward bound.
To stealth upon a wild boar, roast myself a fine meal over an open fire. Herbs are a plenty in the Lord’s riches, with an abundance of Porcini and Chanterelle to add, and if the Fawn hasn’t beaten me to pluck them from the bush, perhaps wild berries for desert.

Then, I will wash myself in the brook down by the old fallen oak which was brought to its resting state by a gale last autumn, I will wash in the secluded bathroom in the woods, where at times the nightingale comes, not a slight hint of red is it shy of this highwayman’s naked person, it adds to the rattling rhythm the creek teasing rocks on its passing by voyage makes, and together they sing a highwayman’s theme.

Then, cometh evening, I shall pay visit to town where I hear Count Aquafresca has been inviting to a masquerade at his mansion. I shall go as a…. hmm… a highwayman.
Yes, that I shall.

Masked and mysterious, as I commonly am, I shall seek to seduce me the company of a fine woman, into the forest steal her away, make our escape, without a single of the sheriff’s men recognizing my presence.

I will stand to the side, prying on my object to be enticed away, from behind the satin drapes seek her out, and once one has pleasured my eyes and intrigued me, evoked fantasies, I will find a moment, the most appropriate moment, approach her, lean towards her ear and whisper:
- You, m’lady, will, if you allow the adventure, experience ecstasy that described I to thee in this company of many, you would turn to the color of a blood-red wild tulip.

And she blushes, still, because she knows what awaits, it is enough, the tulip blossoms.
She shivers for a brief moment as I take her hand to lead her out.

I steal her, away from everyone.
I’m a highwayman. It is what we do.

I take her to my secret hiding in the forest. Put my Salamanca Rapier to the side, take out my short blade granted as gift to me by a Spanish pirate, which I use to unbutton her blouse, then I lift her skirt with it, and then…

Then…

Then I make her moans of pleasure rise towards the roof of leaves above us, and further, upwards, beyond, to the constellations above the leaves her loud satisfaction travels, and whatever other sound the forest had to offer before, the wings of fireflies, the distant howl of an elf owl, the moving paws of a bold badger, they will all stop, all creatures nocturnal will halt, at the sound of someone brought to the heights of unexplainable inner movement, and as envious as Cardinal Richelieu, they will freeze to witness the music.

And cometh the near of dawn I will lift her up on my horse, spend the good hour it takes us to reach the shores of the ocean, walking my stallion upon which she is sat, continuing to romance her by compliments and humor. And once by the ocean, I will make help with her to dismount, then I will mount her myself, again.
Give her a good rough sending home…… then take her home, and bid me farewell’s.

I hear a fine family from the city of Salzburg has been invited to Count Aquafresca’s event, where the daughter is said to be of such beauty and charm, a highwayman might well lose his wits at even as much as a hint of word from her lips.
In the company of a Lord Barren, her protectant, she will attend this night, so the word travels.

I shall not lose my wits, I never do.

But first, the wild boar.
A highwayman must eat to build stock for the daily adventures.

Invites for the fine family's daughter from Salzburg, and the Lord Barren, have been sent.









Tell me when you need a maid, to clean up after you all.





Humbly,
The wannabe

Kevin???

Worcester sauce?

He needs it for his wild boar...

I am off to practice my bosom heaving skills... To prepare for the event at Count Aquafresca's...

L, you're stealing glances at the masquerade yourself. Balcony, north wing. He's trying to get your attention, but a bit shy it seems.

Masquerade is drawing near. Someone's about to get in trouble. Pleasant trouble.

Lord Barren, you're not much of a protectant
Or, maybe that is exactly what you are, knowing when to allow someone to be "stolen".

Who is to stand in the way of a thief who has been given the grace of a beautiful and pure heart? Not this man, especially when in truth the safety of the woman in such noble company could never for a second be put in question. I but stand back and guard against the watchful eyes of louts more scurilous than our magnificent band and leader of course.
Oh yeah and keep to the shadows on the odd chance that some of what you share can be witnessed and learned from, but I never said that out loud... or did I?

How close?

Evening Barren..

Close enough for three of five senses to actively participate...

Evening sweetheart