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A Play Within Foreplay
[The following erotica contains iambic pentameter, reader discretion is advised.]
Cast of characters:
His grace, Duke Desmond of Tarringsfield
Jasper, dear companion of the Duke
Lord Farren, friend of the Duke
Lady Cecile, subject of Tarringsfield
Geoffrey, servant to Jasper
Milton, servant to Desmond
Jane, servant to Lady Cecile
Emily, sister to Jasper and friend to Jane
Lord Beldon, deceased father of Lady Cecile
Prologue
[a room at the inn, with a large bed]
[enter Narrator]
Narrator:
This night in Tarringsfield we find ourselves.
A duchy of such quiet peaceful folk
herein it seems a wicked band of elves
a fearsome wave of lustful thoughts awoke
for in that place the subjects are gone wild
they find their primal needs are now afire
so gone are chaste young maids and men so mild
and lost are all their wits in new desire
but let me not with haste this tale so kill
or dull the zest of such a spicy time
and pass my main role on to better still
who will forget to force the words in rhyme
To Emily and Geoffrey now we turn
and of the plot, will see what we may learn.
[Enter Emily and Geoffrey, kissing and groping each other.]
Emily:
So eager to jump into bed with me?
[They speak between kisses.]
Geoffrey:
And why would you suppose I would not be?
Emily:
I had thought you and I were only friends,
that you did not perceive me as a love.
And would prefer a girl other than I
to bring along into this nigh-time tryst.
[He pulls her close, gripping her ass.]
Geoffrey:
Does this hard cock pressed to your precious mound
give you the proof you need to be convinced?
I want you more than I can show in words.
It's you who stokes this lustful fire in me
and no one else whose gaze I'd rather hold.
Emily:
Well clearly I am such a silly fool,
to have missed all the signs of such desire.
[She kisses him fervently.]
I did not see myself as one to want
and would not guess that I could be so wrong.
Geoffrey:
Yes wrong and foolish fit the bill, my dear,
but please continue on to stay a fool
and choose to love me now and come to bed.
[He settles into the bed, beckoning.]
Emily:
And gladly I would join you and make love,
but is this night a time for such an act?
Lord Beldon died off just three nights ago.
Is it not some deep insult to the dead,
to hump and thrust and come in highest joy
when tears remain unshed for someone gone?
Geoffrey:
Come on, my Emily, do you forget
that Beldon was a bastard of this land
and no one local ever was despised
as much as he, that lowlife piece of shit?
And even such as Desmond our dear duke
has not spared one thought for a time to grieve
and falls instead to matchmaking us all.
Emily:
Well yes, in light of that I will admit,
that we can fuck and frolic free of guilt
I know that Beldon was a cruel old prick.
His daughter's maid has often told me so.
That maid, miss Jane, has long been dear a friend.
And poor Cecile has suffered long from he
her father who should treat her sweet and kind.
That asshole did deserve untimely death,
and so, why not forget to pay respects?
[She joins him on the bed.]
[They fuck- or would have, if they weren't appalled by the meagre stage direction.]
Emily:
Hey Geoff, did you just see the notes put down
that should describe us fucking here in bed?
We get one verb and then the text moves on,
and skips right by the part they'd love to know.
Geoffrey:
Oh wow, you're right and what the hell is that?
What kind of smut leaves out the juicy bits?
[to the Narrator] Why don't you try and earn your keep a bit,
instead of perving over us all night?
