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Subject: {ASSM} Lord and Lady (Part II)
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Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 21:10:02 -0400
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�Lord and Lady (Part II)  





It has been more then a forthnight since Lord Russell rode across the 
drawbridge of Castle Bowdoin.� Lady Pauline still a vivid picture, � standing with 
her forest green gown mostly covered by a heavy dark green cape.� Her hood 
pushed down on the back, hair blowing in the windy snow.� The hem of her gown wet 
and muddy with courtyard grime.� A smile wide and inviting and shining eyes, 
bright with hope and misty tears.�� The brief touching of lips, sending a shiver 
of emotion coursing through his body.� The desire to climb off the war horse 
and let his younger lieutenant, Rusty, lead the men to the King's castle.� 
Many times has he responded to his liege's call.� Now let the younger men serve, 
while he rests and enjoys the company of his young lady.� 
������ Many marriages are arranged and are of convenience, but his lady is 
not only beautiful, and young, but strong spirited.� A partner and equal.� Her 
thoughts wise and reasonable.� The past year, much Russell has learned as he 
slowly has accepted the advice and wisdom of his fair lady.� 
������ The hot blood of battle, tempered now by the emotion of loss at being 
parted from� his young bride.� Where thoughts of mayhem would fill his nights 
with dreams, now the soft caresses of his fair maiden keeps a restlessness in 
his nighttime hours.� Waking often in the pitch black with the look, or feel, 
or scent of Lady M filling his mind and affecting his body.
������ A stubborn old man at times, sleeping on the hard earth and damp soggy 
ground.� Why not take his Lady and share a tent and the warmth of her arms!� 
Ah.� To have gained so much and now risk this love, to the chances of war.
������ There she is sleeping in our turret room.� Her maiden warming her 
side, while I have the comfort of riding a hard smelly horse all day and then 
sleeping on the smelly saddle of my proud steed.� A squire keeping the fire hot.� 
A young lad, but should I trust him with my Lady.� She is true, but the warm 
blood of absence and the youth of my lad might enflame her with the need that 
she so shares with me.� 
������ My eyes are green with jealousy of her maid and squire.� They see and 
hear and maybe touch, the essence that I can only dream of.
������ The crackling of the fire and the white of snow, falling again.� The 
fourth day in the last fourteen.� The mud still� caked� to the� soft doeskin 
tunic.� Pants still hard with caked dirt and debris from the muddy roadway.� 
Armor.� Polished each night and stained by the following evening.� 
������ The flames flickering in the night sky, lull me into a sleep, deep 
from the long hard ride.� A few more days and we will reach the King, but the 
weariness of long hour in the saddle and hard, wet ground has taken it toll of 
the older soldiery.� Past wounds and age and a good life the past few years have 
taken strength and vitality.
������ As I lie sleeping, I awake and there my Lady P has added her� fur 
robes to my blankets.� Her warm body lies close and her breasts push against my 
arm.� I can feel hard nipples pushing through the soft blouse of her riding 
garments.� Her lips touch mind and her tongue pushes into my mouth.� Sweat beads 
on my brow, as I look into the feverish brown eyes.� Her head is hot with 
fever, her cloak is wet.� As if she was riding in the rain all day and night.� I 
pull her body to mind, and laying sideways gather her close.� 
������ Even in her fever, I respond to her charms.� My organ elongates and 
hardens, pushing at her riding skirt.� Long weeks my hand and memories the only 
relief.� Now the warmth of my lady as her hands push at the riding skirt.� 
Warm soft flesh, now pushes at my shaft.� Her hands deftly pull my pants down my 
legs, my shaft springing free, and nudging against her thigh.� Her lips now 
softly kiss mine and then her head buries under the covers.� Lips tracing a hot 
line down my chest as her hands push my shirt up, exposing to her lips my tiny 
but sensitive nipples.� Tongue and then teeth nip at the little buds.� And 
then kisses hot and then sucking.� The milking of my nipples erotic and 
exquisitely painful.� 
������ Her tongue now following her fingers tracing and exploring my stomach 
and now twirling the hair of my gentials.� Fingers touching the hardened 
shaft.� Then the soft warm mouth enfolding the head, and then quickly the shaft is 
swallowed and the back of her throat tickles my head.� Hand grasping my balls 
and another stroking my thighs, her mouth slides up and down sucking on the 
veined cock.� 
������ As my hips buck in response, the mouth slides up and my penis pops 
free.� Her hands push at her ankles, freeing her skirt and then lifting the heavy 
blankets and furs, she straddles my hips.� Hot lips spread and she slides 
down my shaft.� The heat and moisture takes my breath away.� Leaning forward so 
that her breasts sway over my mouth, she slides the lenght of my organ.� My 
lips capture a sweet nipple and suck greedily.� The teat springs free with weight 
and my lips finally capture another.� 
������ My hips buck , as her pussy clenches my hard organ and draws the life 
blood to the surface.� Reaching forward with my hand, my fingers� trace and 
then push along the top of my cock.� Filling her pussy, the fingers slide 
against the swollen lips and then touch the exposed clit.� Rubbing gently, a keening 
escapes her mouth.� Long and low.� My head swivels to see if the noise is 
waking the sleeping men, or if the sentries come a running.� No noise but the low 
moan.� 
������ Now my lady is leaning backwards as she rides the broncing steed.� The 
lubrication seeping and the clit peeking hard and full.� My hip now push at 
her body, sending my orgasm shooting deep into her womb.� her legs tight to my 
hips, pussy gripping my cock and� my hands hold her hips as she bucks,� 
breasts exposed and� and swaying with the motion of her body.
������ I lay there for long seconds, my hand holding a softening organ.� My 
bedclothes covered with cum.� As my eyes focus, there is no one there.� No warm 
body.� My mind has released my physical need, but the feeling of emptiness 
quickly returns.� 
������ A long sleepless night follows and the pleasure of the night, is now 
the suffering of the day.� Long and hard is the ride.
������ A blare of trumpets, and the King ride out with his retainers to greet 
this new force.� An hour with the King is not worth one second with my sweet 
Lady.
������ Wenches in plenty serve the king, but not a one can raise the spirits 
and body of Lord Russell.� Spoiled by his ladies love and needs, he can live 
for awhile on the memories of warm nights.
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