Greetings everyone,
Here we have a brand new project I've been thinking about doing for some time now. The subject? All those rascally Romans and their orgies... and everything else they did. This might be a bumpy ride, but all of you wonderful readers will be able to take it, I just know it. I haven't seen many sex stories combined with historical epics on this site, so I'm trying it out. I'm not a professional historian, but I don't think many of you care much about that aspect... And thank you to all those who continue to read and support my work, it really does mean a lot. To all you new readers... well, hello there! Why don't you sit down for a while?
Much love,
LadyDaisy
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The sun went up over the Roman Empire. Everyone from slaves to senators to soldiers woke up, ready to start their daily routines. In Rome, though, one young man had slept in. Well, several did, but there was one man who was by law and by blood special. This was Marcus Junius Clemens, or just Clemens.
"Get up, boy!" His usual bed partner, Cecelia, was already out of bed and playfully grabbed a vase like she was about to throw it at him. She was the daughter of a prominent senator, who had been introduced to Clemens when they were both quite young. They had been put together in the hopes that they would like each other and be willing to get married. The first step had been completed already, as they were good friends by now.
Clemens groaned. "Don't make me wake up, please... Surely there's nothing important going on today."
As a matter of fact, there was, and Cecelia knew it. She had been wearing a short nightdress before, but that would have to go. It did, and soon she was standing over Clemens with her small, firm breasts that showed off large brown nipples and a cunt that had grown a mane of thick pubic hair.
This wasn't something Clemens saw very often, so this got him up instantly. Smiling, Cecelia walked out the door. Clemens sprinted like mad to follow her, only to find she had put on a toga- although, unbeknownst to him, this wasn't the last time he'd get to see her like that that day. He didn't see many nude women, he lived quite a sheltered life away from his family. Clemens had had sex before, once with Cecelia, but not that much to brag about. He was around twenty, but his mind did not linger on sex at the moment.
"What was that all about, Cecelia?" Clemens asked.
"Well, put your sandals on. We're going to see your father."
Clemens' father just so happened to be the current Roman Emperor. Clemens, of course, was his likely successor, but that wasn't what they worried about at the moment. Lucius provided his son with an education that seemed natural, but was really preparing him for the mammoth task he would have one day. Clemens of course knew his destiny. He looked down at the road. When he was emperor, he was going to repave it.
When the messenger came, Lucius had just finished up with two young virgins in the garden. They were exhausted, but still quite giggly as they were pushed out. Lucius waited for his son. Although many of his partners were young, Lucius was old. His performance left much to be desired, even for an emperor. He truthfully did not know how much longer he would be emperor. Clemens had been prepared for everything he would need to become an emperor as good as himself. That is, except for one aspect.