Stef, how cunning you are. You write these deceptively innocent stories for the DWG, just slightly verging on the risque, and then you let it all hang out for us here. Thanks. What a riot. So glad you have an outlet so you can share these fantasies. So glad I finally found this place.

Lucie, this is the right place to post your stories--if you have a questions about it, feel free to email me at nan@www.spring.com

Thank you everyone for your wonderful comments, I am writing today. Couldn't sleep, and this opening line kept going through my head: As the veil of sleep lifted allowing conscious thought to return, a smile filled his face as he recalled the pleasurable events of the night before . . . Isn't that a great opening line? So will try to get the creative juices (& others) flowing. Stef.

I wish there were some way for me to nourish you other than through your eyes. You do so much to nourish us in many ways I cannot mention...but we are sustained with that amazing opening line. Your eager fans await.....

Darcy entered the bed chamber to find it empty, he thought that he had given her sufficient time but not seeing her he started to move to the large chair before the hearth when he saw her. She had gone to the large window on the far side of the room and pulled aside the drape she stood there dressed in white her long dark hair spreading across her shoulders and down her back, standing there with the moonlight pouring in around her she seemed to glow. He had to pause for a moment to catch his breath at the sight of her before walking across the room to her and folding her in his arms. Brushing aside her hair he kissed her on the temple and then down her face and across her shoulders, when he felt her start to tremble he turned her to face him and asked her if she was afraid of him. She replied that she did not fear him only what she knew nothing of. Kissing her gently her promised that her would not hurt her, and continued to kiss her with ever increasing ardor , when she answered with an ardor to match his he whispered her name again and again kissing her on her lips her throat and down her shoulders where he moved his hand and dropped her gown and robe to the floor with a single motion and picking her up carried her to the waiting bed while she kissed his face, ear and neck with soft butterfly kisses making him moan aloud. Depositing her on the bed he dropped his gown to the floor and joined her kissing her again and again while she whispered "William, William" Moving his lips down to the valley between her breasts he felt her tremble. Elizabeth could not understand what was happening to her body and her senses never had she felt like this, what made her nipples rise and harden when he touched them it was such a delicious feeling, when he took first one and then the other in his mouth to suckle them she was at first startled but only wanted more as he moved his hands down her legs to touch forbidden places making her moan over and over again in pleasure. He moved atop her but when she cried out softly as he entered her stopped and kissed and caressed her opening her mouth with his own and searching searching he felt her respond with an ardor that made him feel that he must love her now and when he felt her move her hips up to him he knew that she too was ready. Suddenly Elizabeth felt as if she was soaring higher and higher up, up, up, she could not understand what was happening to her, she only knew that she did not want it to stop and the only thing she wanted was this man undulating atop her she felt herself wrap around him tightly and suddenly her entire being seemed to explode in ecstasy, as she tried to wrap around him and draw him as deeply into her as possible, and somewhere in the the distance she heard someone crying out his name as he called out hers Then she was floating down, down like a feather on a spring breeze and she started to cry. "Elizabeth, Elizabeth My dearest love why do you weep, have I hurt you" cried Darcy "No, my love but I seemed to have ruined everthing " "But you were incredibly wonderful why should you think you have ruined anything" he replied "But I shake and quiver and can't seem to control my tremblings I have never done this in my life" she cried softly. "Darcy laughed and kissed her saying "If you will notice my love I tremble also, this is what the release of such passion does to the body, I had thought you to be a passionate woman but in my wildest dreams I could not have thought such a well of passion has been sleeping behind those beautiful eyes waiting for me to release it, you are my darling the most satisfying and exciting partner there ever was and you are mine now forever and all this is for me." Turning her head she kissed his chest saying "Oh William I love you shamelessly" Kissing her with renewed ardor he whispered "always love me thus never stop loving me as you do now." "I can only love you more never less" she assured him matching his ardor and Darcy and Elizabeth knew that their wedding night had just begun.

Lucie~ Lovely and gentle--I'm glad you posted it. Would you mind using some more commas in the next one? I had to read certain things a couple of times before I understood what you meant. Thanks for the post ;-)

very nice.

Lucie, thank you for a lovely evening contemplating your story. Please write more for us to enjoy.

(Nan) Would you mind using some more commas in the next one? I had to read certain things a couple of times before I understood what you meant. Is that what you like, Nan? Punctuation?? ;-) Stephanie You haven't forgotten that you titillated us with the message story!! I know I just can't wait to hear about Elizabeth kneading those muscles until...

I have not forgotten. I e-mailed the "massage, him to her first, then a few days later, her to him," to a couple of people, and have not heard back from one of them. It is not really a stand alone story, so I thought I would incorporate it into the Concessions storyline, but there are a few other issues to be dealt with first. I 'm working on the story. It's hard to get them out of bed, they seem to like being in each others arms, and you know it gets quite graphic . . . Stef

Stef, I don't know how difficult (was going to say Hard) it is for you to concentrate on anything else, but I am pacing in front of the computer and reloading drool/34/new waiting for more Concessions. There are lots of us waiting for you to download so we may inhale!

I agree with MarciaH, StepanieB...Quit reading us and start writing!!! We're ready for the morning after, or later on, if you will. Please continue!!!

YES Ma'am. I shall be flying to Minnesota on Wed and will write all the way, hopefully to post from there. Sorry to keep you all hanging!

Is that what you like, Nan? Punctuation?? ;-) (Karen) LOL! My biggest laugh of the week (well, day, anyway)! Note the commas, Nan.:-)

(Karen) Is that what you like, Nan? Punctuation?? ;-) (Bethan) LOL! My biggest laugh of the week (well, day, anyway)! Note the commas, Nan.:-) Yes,I love punctuation! Exclamation points, question marks , and quotation marks ALL excite me! I do,however, hold a special place in my heart for commas. Comma comma, down doobie doo down down...

This is a message to Nan, I'll try to think about the comma's if I can, that is if I write some fanfic in the future, or an essay about the miniature, of MY most wonderful man!!! ,?;:,,,,,,!!!;.,:!!)-((;;;;???!!!

Stefanie: Don't let these rabid (I was going to say something else) females coerce you. Marcia, if hitting Reload and pacing in front of the computer screen elicits nothing, this is when you're supposed to nudge and/or poke that husband of yours...and you've said he's extremely obliging!! ;-) Re: Punctuation Since Nan needs it and gots to have it...I will make this one-time offer to Topic 34 authors who neglect their punctuation. (And, you know, you shouldn't neglect your punctuation.) In a former life, I used to be a proofreader/copy editor....so I do know where those nasty little marks go as well as such absurdities as subject/verb agreement, etc. If anyone would like me to do any cleanup editing, all you have to do is e-mail it to me (Word or WP works for me). I wouldn't want anyone not to be able to u derstand your stories due to lack of punctuation!! One last thing, don't expect miracle turnaround from me (that's the downside)/ Doobie, doobie, doo.....

PUNCTUATION Since Nan needs it and gots to have it... OhgeezpeopleIjustwanttobeabletoreadthestories

(Stef)It's hard to get them out of bed, they seem to like being in each others arms, and you know it gets quite graphic . . . Oooooh, can't wait... (Nan)Comma comma, down doobie doo down down... LOL!!! So you like Neil Sedaka? Not quite your generation, surely ;-)? ,?;:,,,,,,!!!;.,:!!)-((;;;;???!!! And Tineke has sent all her punctuation marks ahead of the story - all we need to do is to insert (if you pardon the expression...) in appropriate places...

Karen: this is when you're supposed to nudge and/or poke that husband of yours...and you've said he's extremely obliging!! ;-) Indeed he is, and I do that...but even my good husband (great lover that he is) needs time to reload. ;) And, Nan, I appreciate the need to breathe when I read, and that is why the comma was invented. However, should push come to shove, download your (any author intended) story and I'LL put the commas in! By the way, No need to get them out of bed. I am just wondering how she made love all night after the first time took her virginity. Remembering back...it wasn't all that comfortable! I didn't get into marathons till I healed!

I must be old. I don't remember being that sore. I do, however, remember feeling bow-legged and that everyone would know what I had done just by looking at me (Of course I engaged in premarital sex, so there is some guilt there). I asked several people, as I like to be accurate about some things, and almost everyone denied it being that bad, no one admitted to Nan's expectations(CoF) of bleeding, most said they remembered some uncomfortable feelings, but now attribute that to guilt also. In a previous sto y, they actually did not complete the act the first time, because it was too painful for her, and Darcy comforted her. Those who read it felt it was unrealistic, that most guys would not do that. So for this story I let them complete the act the first time. I figure he's pretty gentle with her, but maybe she would be. Of course that (not doing it) gave me several things to work with, like her guilt at not being able to please him, while he thought it was ok, and that she actually did very well even though it was not completed ,and his anticipation of the act. But, as I say, others thought it unrealistic. I could always go back and take it out. Of course the second attempt she initiated because the remembrance of the pain left her and all she could think of was the pleasure. She actually got her massage because he watched her walk across the room and she was sore, and walked funny, eh Nan? So shall I rewrite it or go on with the show????

I must be old. I don't remember being that sore. I do, however, remember feeling bow-legged and that everyone would know what I had done just by looking at me (Of course I engaged in premarital sex, so there is some guilt there). I asked several people, as I like to be accurate about some things, and almost everyone denied it being that bad, no one admitted to Nan's expectations(CoF) of bleeding, most said they remembered some uncomfortable feelings, but now attribute that to guilt also. In a previous sto y, they actually did not complete the act the first time, because it was too painful for her, and Darcy comforted her. Those who read it felt it was unrealistic, that most guys would not do that. So for this story I let them complete the act the first time. I figure he's pretty gentle with her, but maybe she would be(too sore). Of course that (not doing it) gave me several things to work with, like her feelings of guilt at not being able to please him; while he thought it was ok, and that she actually did very well even though it was not completed ,and his anticipation of the act. But, as I say, others thought it unrealistic. I could always go back and take it out. Of course the second attempt she initiated because the remembrance of the pain left her and all she could think of was the pleasure. She actually got her massage because he watched her walk across the room and she was sore, and walked funny, eh Nan? So shall I rewrite it or go on with the show???? Nan: is my punctuation ok? I tend to put too many comma's in and the checker underlines and marks them, telling me to remove them.

My wedding night was in 1959, so I believe I'm older than you are. It is an occupational hazard to put 1990's guys' behavior into a 1790 gentleman. I do NOT believe he would have gone on, and surely he was aware that virgins are not always sex-ready. That being said, don't remove or rewrite anything! Your stories are always in character and well thought through. I love them and wouldn't have you change a thing. It just crossed my mind that she might have been a bit uncomfortable - I, at this far rem ve, would be ready not to surface for weeks? months? at least days!!! =) And, not only did I feel bowlegged with the same inner thoughts as you had, but as I walked down the aisle in my white gown I felt like the star at a fertility rite and *everyone* there knew what we were going to do next! But, even the most prudish of the bunch was there because of the same thing!!! Write on as your thoughts lead you. We await your muse.

(Marcia) ...are not always sex-ready Pardon moi, is that like "cable-ready"!!

Karen (Marcia) ...are not always sex-ready Pardon moi, is that like "cable-ready"!! Um Hmmmm...Sorta like that. If the orifice isn't large enough it needs gentle stretching - or reeming in the case of Cable! A little persuasion can ease almost anything into a small opening, given enough time. And our Darcy is the sort of man who has waited patiently and persistently for this young lady to find the goodness in him. He would be the kindest and most persuasive of lovers. I fell down the first time I saw him!!!

I have taken your advice to heart, Marcia; it helps, cause then I can get them out of the bed!!! Worked on it on the plane til my battery died, am now in Superior, Wisconsin and will work on it some more tonight. Hopefully will be able to share some in the next couple days.

I posted this in Pemberley's Fan Fiction but wanted to change three paragraphs, I doubt this is even R-rated but one can never be sure. I have to put this on two postings. Sorry. Hope you enjoy. RAIN The summer had been long and hot. Drought was unheard of in this part of the country yet it had not rained for nearly three weeks. The thick stone walls of Pemberley retained some coolness but the days were beginning to be uncomfortable in the great house. This was Elizabeth Darcy's first summer at her new home, her first year as a married woman. Much of the past months had been spent hosting friends and family from the south. Now August had come, the Darcys were alone again. Even her sister Georgiana had left to go to Surrey to visit cousins. Her husband, Fitzwilliam Darcy looked pensively out the window searching for a cloud. His wife knew he was concerned about the lack of rain. "It's the late summer crops I worry about, Elizabeth," he was explaining. "Next month would be ideal if it were dry, but it is too early and the farmers are watching their oats and barley shrivel up. If they have a bad year it will be hard on everyone, both on the estate and in the town. It has not rained since..." "Since July 23," Elizabeth said with a smile. Her husband turned to look at her, also with a smile on his face. July 23 was the day his wife had told him they were to have a child in the new year. "I am glad the sun has shone so considerately to celebrate our happy news," Darcy said. "I wish it would recall that rain can be considerate also." Elizabeth rose to join Darcy at the window. She knew he was overjoyed that they were to have a child. She only wished he did not now treat her as if she were breakable or perhaps he felt uncomfortable with her maternal state. Either way, he had not touched her since the last day it rained. "Does it not look like a cloud is forming behind that peak in the west?" Elizabeth tried to be helpful. "Yes, they form and then they turn into nothing." Elizabeth smiled ruefully. That described her husband's ardor exactly. She knew she could ignite his passion for her but it always turned into nothing. He was afraid he would hurt her or hurt the baby. She tried to assure him that could not happen but he was not able to get over the odd feeling that his child was somehow observing the whole act. "Well, my dear, I have some business with Mr. Greene. He thinks I may want to lease the south pasture for farming but who would want to farm during this drought." Darcy put on his waistcoat in preparation for seeing his steward. "Sometimes in this heat I wish I could dress like a farmer and not have to wear so many clothes," he muttered, kissed his wife's forehead and left the house. Elizabeth sighed and turned towards the stairs. She fingered an old silver locket she had meant to show her husband. It contained a few thin strands of her fine baby hair. She had packed it when she married to bring with her to her new home but had never thought about it again until she had learned about her own baby. After three weeks of searching through her trunks, she had finally found it and now she had forgotten to show it to Darcy. She decided a long cool bath would revive her tired spirits. ******* Elizabeth soaked peacefully in her tub for one half hour. She drowsily ran her fingers across her swollen breasts wishing her husband was nearby to complete those caresses. She was suddenly awakened from her reverie by a low rumbling sound. Could that be thunder? She called for her maid who bustled in with a robe. "Marguerite, does it look like rain?" she asked excitedly. "Yes, madame, it has gotten darker." Elizabeth hurried to the window and looked out. "It is darker. But it is certainly just as hot. Marguerite, I will wear my old white muslin. It is the most comfortable thing I have in this heat. And don't bother with my corset. I will put it back on when I dress for dinner. Oh, and bring me that old silver locket." As Elizabeth dressed she felt an electricity in the air. The skies indeed looked darker. The idea of rain animated her and she longed to rush outside to see if she could feel a drop or two of blessed water from the skies. Another sound of low rumbling could be heard. Foregoing her bonnet, Elizabeth bounced down the stairs and skipped out the front door. She turned left toward the tree-covered lane by the stream. A soft breeze had picked up. She closed her eyes and sniffed at the air. It was indeed going to rain! continue next post *****

Part 2 of Rain As she climbed the stairs on the path towards the trees Elizabeth felt a drop, then two on her bare arm. Another sound of thunder pealed but she felt no fear. She waited for the skies to open wide upon her. The drops increased in speed, first coming down fat and lazy, then harder and more insistent. Quickly, Elizabeth felt her skin soak up the moisture and then run off down her face and arms and through her gown. How cool, how sensual and carefree the rain made her feel. She twirled around and around with her arms outstretched. "Lizzy!" Her husband's voice brought her back to her surroundings. She blinked through her wet eyelashes at her husband running toward her from the path. "Get out from the rain, Lizzy. Are you deranged?" he angrily asked. He took her elbow and guided her under some trees. The rain was still coming down, but more gently and the leaves protected them somewhat. Elizabeth laughed. "Is this not a wonderful thing, my love? Your farmer's crops are saved. Smell the air, it smells like heaven! Oh, I never thought an English girl could welcome the rain over sun. I feel like dancing!" Her husband smiled in spite of himself, though he shook his head. She was indeed a sight. Her gown and chemise were soaked through and clinging to her every curve. Her skin showed through at some points where the rain had made the thin material quite transparent. "Oh, my dear," Elizabeth cried, "I want to show you something." She reached into her pocket to pull out her locket but stopped. "My hands are wet, let me dry them on you." Darcy looked down as his wife unbuttoned his waistcoat. "Oh, this is wet too," she murmured as she unbuttoned his vest. Finally, she found some dry patches on his linen shirt and she wiped her hands across his chest. Knowing full well what effect she was having on her husband, she reached back into her pocket and pulled out her locket and dried that across his shirt as well. "Lizzy," Darcy breathed. "Here, I found this at Longbourn and brought it with me. Look, is not that sweet? It is my hair as a baby's." She gleefully held the locket up to his face. "Lizzy," Darcy began again. "What do you say?" "Lizzy, it is very sweet." He clasped her wrist and brought her hand with the locket to his lips for a kiss. He looked down at her for a long moment and then pulled her to him for an even longer kiss. As his lips roamed her mouth, ear, and neck he slid one hand down her back and then across to her slightly swollen belly. Elizabeth sighed as she felt his ardor rise. Sorry ladies, I could not resist. When they finally broke apart, Elizabeth looked mischievously up at him. "You know I miss you very much." "And I miss you. If you'll let me, I'll show you how much as soon as we get back into the house." "I am afraid we will have to steal back. Mrs. Reynolds will not let us into the house like this. She will want to have us hung on the washing line to dry first." "Then let us steal into our own house and go directly upstairs. I want my wife back." "She's never gone away," Elizabeth whispered. They walked hand in hand back to the house in the gentle rain. THE END And here I stop. If anyone would like to go with this and supply more graphic details, they are very welcome to it. I'm sure I would love to read it. I just can't quite step across that invisible line to write it.

Oh Heide I think you could continue on very well, indeed. But I could never continue your story. Thank you for this. Very nice.

(Marcia) ...are not always sex-ready (Karen) Pardon moi, is that like "cable-ready"!! (Marcia) Um Hmmmm...Sorta like that. If the orifice isn't large enough it needs gentle stretching - or reeming in the case of Cable! A little persuasion can ease almost anything into a small opening, given enough time. Marcia...I was just being a smart ass (or myself as the case may be). Of course, it does depend on how many mils the cable is in circumference?? And you know how those cable connectors have male and female ends!! This is getting a little lewd.... But what am I worried about...this is the right place for lewd!!

LET IT POUR Heide, I'm sitting here with hard copy of both versions of your story (PG and PG-13). They are both lovely. I wish you would continue since you have a lovely way of describing the love they feel for each other. It doesn't have to be "graphic" as in something bad...step up to that line and say, "I can do it!!" But you don't have to if you don't want to. Thank you for this lovely piece of writing...as is.

WHERE'S WALDO? I think Nan got frightened away by a big bad COMMA!! What do you think?

Stefanie: Of course that (not doing it) gave me several things to work with, like her feelings of guilt at not being able to please him; while he thought it was ok, and that she actually did very well even though it was not completed Getting past the soreness part, I always wondered, did Lizzy suffer from any guilt at first in taking such pleasure from her "marital duties"? In some of the stories it was implied that her mother hadn't given her a very good impression of this aspect of married life and, although I'm not a (an?) historian by any means,I get the feeling that it wasn't considered "lady-like" to take enjoyment in it. What Lizzy must have thought when the physical sensations were quite different from what she expected. Bu then perhaps many women didn't enjoy it, at least at first, as they married more for economic reasons than for love (which seemed to be sort of a new idea in Lizzy's time!)

I get the feeling that it wasn't considered "lady-like" to take enjoyment in it That attitude became norm only a little later, in the Victorian era. Nan got frightened away by a big bad COMMA! It worries me, too.

I think Nan got frightened away by a big bad COMMA!! What do you think? Oh, I'm here all the time, dear. Goof on me all you want about the commas, but I don't frighten easily ;-) I haven't posted because I really had nothing to contribute to the orifice conversation.

Nan Thanks for the adviceabout the commas, I start going too fast and forget proper puncuation. Will try to do better lucie

Nan Thanks for the advice about the commas, I start going too fast and forget proper puncuation. Will try to do better. lucie

(Karen) Yes, those little cable connectors do indeed have male and female fittings and they have to be (gasp!) screwed (gasp!) into eachother to make a good connection. Sorry all you esthetes out there for using "orifice" but it was all I could think of that wasn't vulgar. Over here we use "puka" (pronounced POO-ka) for any hole of any sort. Next time I will use puka! And, didn't we have this Victorian vs Hanoverian mores a while ago, Arami? You are right, these were NOT Victorians. In fact, I read last night that the ladies (?) in France at this time of P&P dampened the muslin on their bodices to make them stick to their skin and become more transparent!

(Nan): I haven't posted because I really had nothing to contribute to the orifice conversation. Were you waiting for an opening, Dear?

I haven't posted because I really had nothing to contribute to the orifice conversation. Marcia has stolen the best punchline again, LOL! Seriously (?), Nan, I had no share in the orifices either, and tried to join your singing instead, also in vain :-( - and I'm still curious about the tune!

(Lucie) Thanks for the adviceabout the commas, I start going too fast and forget proper puncuation. Can't damn you for your enthusiasm... ;-) (Marcia) Sorry all you esthetes out there for using "orifice" but it was all I could think of that wasn't vulgar. Over here we use "puka" (pronounced POO-ka) for any hole of any sort. Next time I will use puka! Too funny! LOL! I just love that word...I'll never stop using it now ;-) BTW, the word "orifice" doesn't offend me at all (come to think of it, there are very few words that do ;-p). However, I had nothing interesting to say, that's all. (Nan): I haven't posted because I really had nothing to contribute to the orifice conversation. (Marcia) Were you waiting for an opening, Dear? LOL! Brava, Marcia! ;-D (Arami) Marcia has stolen the best punchline again, LOL! Yeah, that was a good one ;-D Seriously (?), Nan, I had no share in the orifices either, and tried to join your singing instead, also in vain :-( - and I'm still curious about the tune! Sorry, didn't mean to ignore you. Lately, I've been spending the larger part of my time scanning (and airbrushing) Colin for the groovy Advent Calendar. I'm having a grand old time, but it leaves less time for posting. So, you said: LOL!!! So you like Neil Sedaka? Not quite your generation, surely ;-)? I don't have any particular love for Neil Sedaka, just campy music from the 60's and 70's (especially "one hit wonders"). And, no, he's not exactly my generation--I suppose that would be 80's, but I don't really love that music. Though, Duran Duran was too cool when I was a teenager ;-p

Thank goodness you're back, Nan. I was going to blame Tineke for overpunctuating you!! ;-D Over here we use "puka" (pronounced POO-ka) for any hole of any sort. Next time I will use puka! Oh dear, I have some puka beads or shells or some jewelry made out of puka somethings...what a translation!! In fact, I read last night that the ladies (?) in France at this time of P&P dampened the muslin on their bodices to make them stick to their skin and become more transparent! Well, JE certainly didn't have to do that!! Her's had been pushed out of the muslin by a Wonder Bra!! (Nan) I haven't posted because I really had nothing to contribute to the orifice conversation. (Marcia) Were you waiting for an opening, Dear? Truly the best line, Marcia...snicker, snicker, chortle, chortle (I have to be quiet...I'm in the office). Getting back to my original comment about being "cable ready," I would have thought that there were lots of places for that discussion to go...like: Is that why men are into "laying cable..."

Sorry, didn't mean to ignore you. Don't worry m'dear, I'm used to it... And I'm STILL curious... I don't have any particular love for Neil Sedaka Poor old Neil! But isn't Comma comma, down doobie doo down down straight from the opening (ooops...;-)) of his ditty "Breaking Up Is Hard To Do"? the groovy Advent Calendar I still can't view it in its glory - seems I can't activate the MSIE hidden in my computer without subscribing online...

Puka Shell necklaces are always good accessories over here - the puka in this case forms naturally in the shells as they get polished in the sea by the sand then wash up to be collected, sized and strung. They are often soooo tiny it takes lots of them to make a necklace. It's a cottage industry here. And, we have plastic knock-offs from China now appearing at a store near you... Yeah, I thought about all of the things men like to do involving laying long skinny things into small openings, lubricating same to get it to go in easier... Have you ever watched a Chemist putting a rubber hose onto a glass tube?! That operation will enable fluids to be emitted into the glass vessel...from the rubber latex tube...and they often lubricate the glass tube by running it gently into their mouths....! What is this topic, anyway...?

hi, my name is pam and i'm a p&p2 fanatic....i stumbled across your group and and RoP a few months ago and have truly loved the info and fan fiction. i guess i was looking for "more" after watching p&p again. its such a lovely story and turned me on to other austen pieces. i have read the tennant and bader books, and although they were o.k. left me blah....the fiction on RoP is wonderful, but looking for something with a little more...spice....with the sizzle between e & d how could you not want more... s this fiction posted anywhere like RoP? i liked the story posted here, but i am not able to load anything prior to the last 7 days hope no one minds my jumping in..... merry christmas!!!

Hi, Pam! If you're after spice, you may be lucky here - first, why can't you load the whole of this board? Might be long, but worth it... Secondly, our incomparable Lisa might take pity on you and email you her double helping of a real spicy sauce... strictly for gourmets only ;-)... (you can tell I'm a fan, even if it's not quite the right flavour in a way...;-))

LISA !!! Please Email me your stories! I grovel nicely and am very appreciative of your writing. Pleeeeeeeeeeease send them to: marci@aloha.net Thank you Very much.

MarciaH I have e-mailed you at the address that commes up when I click on your name, and the one you gave me (above) both came back undeliverable, with "fatal error," per the net. Subj: Returned mail: Cannot send message within 3 days Date: 97-12-14 16:02:59 EST From: MAILER-DAEMON@AOL.com (Mail Delivery Subsystem) To: MHatter869@AOL.com The original message was received at Thu, 11 Dec 1997 11:19:17 -0500 (EST) from root@localhost ----- The following addresses had permanent fatal errors ----- MarciaH@hawaii-16.u.aloha.net ----- Transcript of session follows ----- MarciaH@hawaii-16.u.aloha.net... Deferred: Connection timed out with hawaii-16.u.aloha.net. Message could not be delivered for 3 days Message will be deleted from queue ----- Original message follows ----- Tell me what you would like I am more than happy to copy- just the sexy ones, or the whole damn movie if you want to watch 5 hrs of Nostromo. And the question was to you. You drool so delectably (sp?) over our love. I know when I post something about the teacup you shall always respond!! Copies of anything you want! Stef HELP!! Stef

OK ladies, now for the real message: I am posting Part 2 of The First Time." though I spoze I'll have to give it a new title. MarciaH I have incorp. your idea in this, hope you all like it. We get back to good sex in a few . . .all comments, good and bad, welcome. Also I can't print here in Wisconsin, so I'm reading from the screen. Sometimes I find this is disjointed when I print it out and wonder how I missed it. Here it is: Part 2 As the veil of sleep lifted allowing conscious thought to return, a smile filled his face as he recalled the pleasurable events of the night before. Stretching his body its full length, he was happier than he could ever recall and it was all because Elizabeth loved him loved him more than he could have ever asked for. He reached his arms out to her, wanting to hold her close to his heart, to tell her how happy she had made him. "Hmmm . . . Elizabeth?" The realization of her not being in his arms brought im fully awake and an emptiness to his soul. "Elizabeth?" His eyes quickly searched the room, for a few seconds not recognizing where he was, and where was she. He could not have dreamt it. He looked down at his nakedness for some evidence of the pleasure they had shared. If I had been alone I would have my nightshirt on; no . . . she must be here. It had not been a dream, he had tasted her, loved her completely, that he was certain of. Moving to her side of their bed, he could smell her soft scen on her pillow; his eyes searched the room for some evidence of her presence. Her dress was not where it had been placed as they undressed each other, nor was his clothing. A smile crossed his face as he recalled the pleasures . . . replaced by confusion as panic began to overtake him. "ELIZABETH . . .ELIZABETH?" "Yes, William?" as she appeared from the stairwell, wearing only his silk dress shirt, which came to her knee's, looking as beautiful ever. "What is the matter, darling? You look upset," as she crossed the room to him. "No, no I uh . . .just did not know where you were," smiling at her, he beckoned her to him, "come here, I miss you. I want you." As she reached his outstretched arms he eagerly embraced her, pulling her close to his heart. Kissing his face and smiling coyly, "Did you miss me?" "Why did you not wake me? I ah . . . uhm . . . , I woke up and . . . I wanted you to be here." Then lowering his eyes, "For a moment I thought perhaps it had all been a dream; everything, your love, our wedding, last night. Yet I knew I could not have . . .it could not be a dream," he leaned to her and kissed her softly, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, "I love you, Elizabeth. Where did you go?" Lizzie teased him, "I . . .uh . . .I . . . am deeply offended . . .Sir," as she put on her best pouting face. "Pray, what could I have done to offend you," as he drew back from her," I have barely awoken, and only told you how much I love you and want you. Surely this is not offensive?" "Nay, Sir," she responded indignantly, "I believe your words were I thought I dreamt everything, your love, our wedding, and last night. If I provide you with no more satisfaction than your dreams, then perhaps you should continue with your dreams and I shall find a lover who pleases me as much as you, though I do not imagine one who gives me as much pleasure shall be easily located." She kissed his face and neck, her eyes watching his response to her teazing. "Elizabeth Darcy, you know that was not my meaning," his brow furrowing. "I only . . . " he paused, before finishing, "I am not yet accustomed to your acceptance of me . . . or my love." His hand cupped her chin so he could look upon her face," When I awoke and you were not next to me, I called out to you; your dress was not here, my clothes gone . . .I did not mean to cause you distress. I love you, is that an offense?" His eyes searched her face for reassurance. He was so humble she could not help but love him, smiling, "No. It is not; I know you love me, and I love you, that is no longer a dream for either of us, my darling." "Do not imagine this to be a dream, my love, I shall refresh your memory." With that, she pushed him back on the bed and kissed him passionately, sliding her tongue into his mouth, moaning softly as his hands moved up and down her back, caressing her body. "Oh, William," her mouth moving to his ear, " . . . love me . . ." Sliding down his body, her tongue gently caressing his neck. His face was rough from his beard growth, chafing the soft skin of her face. She touched his face with her hands, and smilin , "I love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy, I shall not leave you, of that you may be assured." She returned to her seduction, her mouth moving over his neck and chest. "I went to unlock the downstairs door, and rang for some breakfast" . . . her mouth moving to his nipple where she suckled him . . ."and for a bath for us . . ." returning to his mouth, her tongue teasing, searching . . ."It is almost eleven, we have not much time." "Elizabeth . . ." his breath ragged as he pulled his shirt off her soft sensual body . . .drawing her into his arms, "You are all the breakfast I need, my love," his desire for her unabated, his passion ever increasing. "Although, tea would be nice," his tongue playing with the curve of her ear, as he rolled over on top of her. His hands moved to her breasts, his fingertips lightly stroking her nipples till she thought she would explode. He lowered his mouth to one of them, surrounding the nipple, teasin the sensitive tip with his tongue, tugging at it gently with his lips. Lizzie surged with anticipation lifting her breasts to his lips as she parted her legs. She wanted him inside of her, to give her pleasure; the soreness of their previous passion still present, her legs felt as though they had been battered, her insides as though they had been rubbed raw. Yet the pleasure she had felt last night was excessive. "Oh, William . . ." she could feel his maleness pressing against her leg, "I want you to . . ." her hands softly plying his skin moving to his buttocks, pulling hi closer; "love me . . . " her hands moved to his head, her fingers entwining his curls. "Oh . . .William . . .please." Her breathing was more ragged with each new touch of his lips; she wanted him desperately, she could barely keep from crying out. Darcy did not want to rush; loving her was something to be savored, enjoyed, every moment. She was a passionate lover, and her willingness to partake in the pleasures of lovemaking, made her an equal partner. His mouth moved to her other breast, circling her erect nipple with his tongue, touching her, his lips tugging at it gently, ever so gently. His hands moved along the curve of her stomach and hips to her thigh and then her knee. Moving to the inside of her leg, his hand slowly moved up between her thighs. His fingertips played on her skin, tickling her, then moving to the moistened folds, touching her in all the right places causing intense surges of arousal. She writhed against his hand, trying to obtain some measure of satisfaction, but he used his body to keep her legs apart. His kisses returned her neck and her ears, his tongue circling the curve of her ear. He lifted himself above her and entered her, slowly and gently, filling her completely; being inside her gave him a feeling of fulfillment, movement brought ecstasy. He watched her face as he slowly moved inside her, her eyes were closed and her lips pressed tight. "Open your eyes Elizabeth, I want to gaze into your eyes." She lifted her eyes to him and he saw the pain reflected in them. "I am hurting you . . ." he stoppe moving inside her. Tears threatened to spill out as she averted her gaze from his eyes, "no, no, William I am all right." "That is not true," said he, "I know you are not receiving pleasure from me, I do not want to hurt you; I know that the pain of the first time is still fresh." Tears did spill from her eyes, not from pain but from her feeling of shame, "please, William, I want to give you pleasure, it is all right, it will be better," as she tried to keep him inside of her. Relaxing on top of her, he gently stroked her face, "I can have no pleasure by hurting you, my dear; I desire you Elizabeth, and receive great pleasure from you to be sure, but my pleasure is not to be derived at your expense." She kissed his chest, his neck, moving to his face, "I want you, I want you to love me, it will be all right, please do not leave me. She began to move her hips against him, renewing his passion. It was almost unbearable, the pain and the pleasure. Moaning his name over and over, "William . . .Oh . . . God, I . . ." she grimaced as he pushed deeper inside of her. "Elizabeth, I can not . . ." "I am not in pain my darling, it is just . . . sometimes it is uncomfortable. I want to please you, as you please me." He filled her body the way he filled her soul. Elizabeth could not imagine ever loving anyone the way she loved him. He withdrew from her," it is not possible to obtain any pleasure when I am hurting you;" his passion cooled, he smiled and kissed her and held her in his arms, reassuring her of his love for her. Elizabeth could not hide her disappointment, "I am sorry, William . . . I did not mean to . . ." "Do not concern yourself, Elizabeth, you give me great pleasure, and we have our whole life ahead of us. Think no more about it." The clock on the mantle chimed twelve times as they lay together. Suddenly realizing the time, Elizabeth freed herself from his arms, "come we must bathe and get ready." She grasped his hands and pulled him up as he gathered her close for one last kiss. A wicked smile crossed his face, "bathe, together? Indeed, Mrs. Darcy, I shall be honored to oblige you." Leaving their bedchamber, they retired to the dressing room, for their bath. Lizzie felt as though her legs were permanently bent apart, and that she would never walk normally again. How am I ever to be in company today, everyone will be able to tell that I can not walk properly. I should be so embarrassed that everyone will know. Perhaps everyone walks like this after they have been with a man; yes that must be it. She tried to recall whether she noticed any change in the way Jane walked, of course she had already had a baby, as well. I shall think no more of it. Darcy assisted Lizzie into the hot, steamy water, then stepped in behind her. Leaning against the back of the tub, he pulled Lizzie on top of him. At first she lay on her back on his stomach, but she wanted to be able to gaze upon him and turned over on her stomach. Resting her head on his chest she used the cloth to run rivulets of water down the front of his body, past his nipple, down the muscles of his stomach. Lizzie admired he wedding ring he had given her, it was a most beautiful pear shape diamond, set down into the gold band, larger than Elizabeth had ever seen. "William, tell me about this beautiful ring." Lifting her face to him, " What do you mean?" "Where did you get such a beautiful ring when you had so little time to prepare?" "Elizabeth, you are such an innocent. The ring was bought for you more than two years ago, when I knew I loved you. I have carried that ring next to my heart for two years, waiting to give it to you. I did not know if or when an opportunity would arise, but I wanted to be prepared." "You have had this ring for two years? I am surprised you did not return it after my refusal of your offer. It is mine to keep then?" Of course you do; it is yours, Elizabeth. Why would you ask such a question? Are you not happy with it?" His face reflected confusion as well as concern. "Not at all. I love it, but I did not wish to become too attached, in case it was not mine to keep . . . " Elizabeth's eyes radiated such pleasure as she pulled herself up to his face and gave her husband a long, passionate kiss, her face radiating her happiness. "That is the look I want to see when I am making love to you." She looked away, not wanting to cry again. "How could I have ever not loved you? You are such a wonderful, thoughtful person . . ." He hushed her with his fingers on her lips, "do not think about the past, it is too painful. We are together, we love each other and that is all that matters." Taking the bathing cloth from her hand he lathered it with soap and began to wash her body, and then she his. He slipped under the water, wetting his hair then allowed her to wash it for him. Finishing, Darcy stepped out of the bath, and retrieving a pitcher of warm water, leaned over the tub, pouring it over his head. Elizabeth admired his body and her desire for him overwhelmed the remembrance of the pain, but there was no time now. He dried himself and tied the towel around his waist, then helped Lizzie out of the tub and dried her, being very chaste in his behaviour to her. She touched his face with her hand "I want you to make love to me." He turned his face to her hand and kissed her palm, "Yes, madam, Later." "Promise?" "Definitely." Elizabeth returned to their room to begin dressing while her husband shaved and groomed himself. Darcy selected a dark blue waistcoat and pants, a white silk shirt with a diamond stickpin and cuff pins. Elizabeth selected a pastel yellow dress to wear and Darcy helped her with the buttons, "You look most lovely today, Elizabeth." Then, "do you wish to leave for Pemberley immediately after the celebration or stay here another night?" "I should like to be anywhere as long as you are there," said she, "let us see the reception we receive from my family and then I shall give you my answer," she said with a knowing look. "William, do I walk funny, can you tell . . .you know . . .am I different, now?" "I do not know what you mean. You do not look any different to me, except I should prefer you less formally attired." "I am serious, I feel as though I walk funny, I would imagine like I have been riding a horse for a long time." Her face colored deeply as she realized what she had said. He leered at her, "Well, I guess it might be considered like riding a horse, though I can tell you no horse . . .well I will not go there," as he laughed openly at her acute embarrassment. "I have never known you to care what anyone else thinks, Elizabeth. Why now?" "It is my parents. I would not feel this way in front of Charles and Jane, but my mother? And what of you in front of Georgiana?" "Georgiana has no idea of what happens in the marriage bed, Elizabeth." "You are a fool if you believe that dear husband. Georgiana was your champion, and she circled around the subject of my feelings for you, by asking me about marrying for love, not fortune; and how could a woman marry someone she did not love and desire. She knows more than you think." Darcy's face flushed, as he thought about Georgiana imagining the two of them making love. "I am not sure, I had not thought of it. I shall not worry about it now." "Well, it is time to present ourselves to our hosts and their guests. Shall we?" "Indeed, madam, if I may steal one last kiss before we leave," and drawing her into his arms his lips brushed softly against hers, then became more passionate. Taking a deep breath, he gave her his arm and they left their bedchamber, to greet the awaiting family members. All the guests and family members were assembled in the dining room awaiting the arrival of the Godparents, Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam Darcy. As they approached the room, Elizabeth heard her mother prattling on about her and if she were all right after her wedding night. Lizzie's face colored as her husband smiled at her, and both said, "we leave." Stopping at the foot of the stairs, Darcy took Elizabeth into his arms and kissed her, "I shall never forget the vision of beauty as you were coming down these tairs to me last night. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." "You are prejudiced, sir." "Not at all. Just because I won your love so easily . . ." as he grinned cheekily at her. Darcy motioned for her to wait for him, and found Hanson, the Butler, giving him instructions on packing their belongings and readying a carriage for them. "We shall leave no later than five o'clock this evening." Then pausing, he asked if he would be so kind as to secure a set of rooms for them in the small town of _____shire, for the night. Lizzie paused before they entered the room gathering her courage. As they entered the dining room, Jane saw them first and moved toward her, as Charles spotted them, he began to applaud, to which everyone else joined in. The newly wedded couple blushed brightly as Lizzie clutched Darcy's hand. Darcy cleared his throat and sent a disapproving look to Charles. Then smiling thanked everyone for all their efforts to see that they had a perfect wedding and were not disturbed. Darcy then announced they were leaving for Pemberley after the celebration, "we hope to be on the ro d before five o'clock." Charles and Jane protested, inviting them to stay at least one more night, but Darcy was insistent, "we want to be in our own home, in our . . . " "Of course, man, I know exactly how you feel. But of course if you do not get out of here on time, you are more than welcome to stay." Lizzie blushed again as the attention of her parents came to rest on her. She could see her father looking at her, and feeling as though she was being inspected for damage, her face continued to color. She wondered at his thoughts as he looked at her, her face chafed from her husband's kisses, and under such scrutiny, she feared to take another step, she just knew what everyone was thinking. Mrs. Bennett rushed over to her daughter and began to question her about her marital duties. Lizzie recoiled in hor or of the questions her mother was going to ask, as she thought about her mother's advice to Jane before her wedding. "It is a woman's duty to submit to her husbands demands for carnal pleasures. Men are used to having what they want and it is my advice to you to let him do what he wants and not resist. Oh, and do not by any means appear to enjoy it. A woman who enjoys sex is a cousin of the devil himself and her husband will soon be rid of her, for if she enjoys these pleasures he demands, he could ne er be certain that she was not out receiving pleasure from other men. No, it would not be wise to enjoy it, and after the first time, you can buy at least two weeks of healing time if you cry. The last part of her advice did bring Lizzie close to tears, as she recalled her disappointment. Jane tried to get Lizzie over to the table where she could sit down, as she could see she was overwhelmed by the attention of all in the room, but Lizzie refused to move, "distract them for me, please, then I will make my way to a chair." Jane was perplexed but walked away from her sister and began calling everyone's attention to Andrew, "Oh, look everyone, did you see what Andrew did, he smiled . . ." Lizzie made a beeline to the nearest chair and collapsed into it, putting her head down. Darcy immediately appeared at her side, "are you all right Elizabeth? Can I get you something, some water, a glass of wine, perhaps? You look terrible, please . . . "as he drew her into his arms. "I feel like everyone is looking at me. I am mortified by what they are thinking, I just want to hide." Darcy laughed softly, "they can not even imagine what pleasure we received from each other, Elizabeth, do not concern yourself with what they think. Besides, do you believe Jane and Charles to be thinking anything out of the ordinary? Georgiana is probably awestruck by the love we share, it is written all over our faces you know." "More on mine I am sure, with my face all chafed by your beard growth," she smiled. "Your parents are the cause of your discomfort, I am sure. Your father is concerned for his daughter, and your mother, well . . ." He kissed her forehead and helped her to her feet, "Come, let us meet the devil head on. We shall tell them of our wonderful night and take away all their questions." Lizzie gasped, "You can not be serious, William?" "I am indeed, what better way to embarrass them and make you feel better. Come, watch me." Darcy led her over to where her father stood, trying to be inconspicuous as he observed the couple. "Mr. Bennett, I did not have the opportunity to properly thank you for allowing me to marry your daughter. I could not have asked for a more companionable wife, she has made me very happy and I look forward to a long and happy life with her by my side. Thank you" as he thrust his hand forward to Mr. Bennett, and vigorously shook his hand. Mr. Bennett was speechless at both the comments and the handshake, bu accepted them with a quiet "you are most welcome, Sir. I trust you will take care of my Lizzie, and if you do not . . ." "You have nothing to worry about, sir, she is my whole life and I shall take the best of care of her," as he turned to his bewildered bride, smiling and giving her a wink. "Father, we will be leaving tonight. I shall send for my things that are a Longbourne later." As she and Darcy turned away, she smiled up at him, "I can not believe you actually said that to him." "Your mother heard every word of it as well, so there should be no more questions or looks from them or I shall have to become more aggressive." "I should hope not, sir, or you will teach them new tricks," as she laughed softly, "thank you, I am much better now, thanks to you." Drawing his hand to her lips she kissed the back of his hand delicately, "I love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy." Lizzie's distress had been relieved, there were no more untoward stares or comments and the planning of the christening continued uninterrupted. Lizzie moved toward Georgiana and gave her a hug, "thank you Georgiana, for helping us to find each other. You gave me much to think of and when your brother admitted his feelings I was ready to accept his love. I do however have some questions for you about some of the things we spoke of . . . I should like to explore these subjects in depth, but later." Georgiana smiled as her new sister thanked her, but her expression changed when Lizzie spoke of exploring other subjects, "whatever could you mean, Elizabeth? I know nothing more than what I told you . . .please what troubles you?" "Nothing troubling, I assure you, it is only a comment you made regarding my sister Lydia and Wickham's marriage. It is of no great importance, I am just curious. When will you be returning to Pemberley?" "I am not certain since William will be returning with you tonight . . .perhaps a day or two . . .if that would be all right? You may return home at any time Georgiana, we are not leaving to escape from you, but from my parents. It is very difficult to adjust to being a new wife and have everyone staring at you as though you have no clothes on." The two women laughed and hugged, "thank you Lizzie, I shall leave here on Friday. That will give the two of you some time alone, will that be acceptable?" "That will be fine. I look forward to having you home, you can show me around Pemberley." The minister arrived and Andrew was dressed in the Bingley family's christening gown in preparation for the service. Mr. Bingley's sisters were unable to attend as they were engaged in town. Mr. and Mrs. Darcy were coached as to their role during the christening ceremony, as well as the child's future, should that become necessary. They were to be the spiritual advisors to Andrew, his guide in time of trouble, and should anything happen to his parents, they would assume the role of parents. The ceremony began on time, with Andrew sleeping through the entire ceremony, save the water being poured over his head. The celebration following the christening was a joyous event. The focus had turned to another, allowing the newly wedded couple to relax and enjoy themselves, unencumbered by constant attention. Georgiana was persuaded to play on the pianoforte for the assembly, to which Darcy requested a piece by Beethoven, which was at least thirty minutes long. Excusing himself from the room, he took Elizabeth to the library. Leaving the door slightly ajar, he gathered Elizabeth into his arms, "Since the Meryton assembly, when I foolishly said I did not wish to dance with you I have regretted it. I had hoped that our dance at Netherfield would improve our acquaintance, but it did not. Since that day, I have wa ted to hold you in my arms and dance with you. That said, Mrs. Darcy, may I have the honour of this dance?" "I should be honoured to dance with you, Mr. Darcy." There is nothing I should like better than to dance with you my love. With that he gathered her in his arms and pulled her close to him, moving in small steps, swaying to the music, lost in the sweet scent of her hair and skin. Her arms moved up his chest and wrapped themselves around his neck, her fingers unconsciously worked through the curls at the base of his neck; She lay her head on his chest, breathing in his masculine scent, remembering how his smell aroused her senses. As she lost herself in the music, her arms moved down the front of him, under his waistcoat and p his back, her hands moving slowly up and down his back as the pleasures of loving him filled her mind. They had not moved more than two feet from whence they began, but it mattered not, their pleasure was in being in each other's arms. Neither of them spoke for a very long time, happy to just be together. Finally, Elizabeth spoke, "I have never seen anyone dance in this manner, sir, do you think it will gain popularity in town? Pray, where did you learn to dance thus?" Brought out of his reverie by the sound of her voice, "Hmmm," as he kissed the top of her head, then returned to his private thoughts. There is nowhere in the world I ever want to be without you by my side, dearest Elizabeth. I am the happiest of men since you gave me your heart. He pulled her closer to him, his arms tightening around her shoulders. Silence ensued for another span of time, until Lizzie again spoke, "what are you thinking about, William?" she inquired. "You," he responded as his hands moved down her back to her waist, pulling her hips against his body. "Of that I am aware, but specifically, what?" "Oh, you know, eh? How do you know my thoughts are of you, Elizabeth?" Archly she responded, "Well, every so often you, kiss my head or pull me closer, squeeze my arm. Your breathing changes, you sigh . . . it could be nothing else, could it not?" "You are very astute, my dear. I am thinking that I am a very fortunate man indeed, to have you in my arms at last. It was a long time coming and there were times I doubted it would ever be so." "So, back to my original question, where did you learn to dance thus?" "In my dreams of you. Music would flow through my head whenever I had pleasant thoughts of you, I wanted to dance with you. Not like the dances at Balls, but in my arms like this. I think that this should be a dance for lovers, do you not agree?" "I do indeed." Pausing for a moment she continued, "So, you had unpleasant thoughts about me. What unpleasant thoughts did I inspire in you, sir, if I may be so bold as to ask?" "Never, you never inspired unpleasant thoughts my dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth. It was my behaviour that caused me to have unpleasant thoughts and dreams about you. The thought that I would not be able to win your love or change your opinion of me. I was tormented by my love for you." Lizzie started to bring up Miss Aylsward, but bit her tongue before she spoke it out loud. This is neither the time nor the place, and it matters not anymore. As the music neared it's final refrains, Darcy moved Elizabeth to a small alcove in the library, and placing his fingers under her chin, he lifted her face to him and placed the tenderest of kisses on her lips, "thank you for this dance, Elizabeth Darcy. I love you. " Looking into his eyes, Lizzie, was overcome with emotion, she felt as though he could look inside of her, drawing every thought and feeling from her, "I love you, too," as tears filled her eyes, "I love you, too," she repeated almost in a w isper. As the music ended, they moved apart, taking a few minutes to regain their composure, before returning to the dining room. Elizabeth returned to the gathering while her husband ran upstairs to check on the progress of the staff gathering their belongings. Finding Hanson, he inquired as to the location of a suite for them at the inn. "Everything is as you requested, sir. A room has been secured at the inn, they are expecting you and the Missus, this night. Everything has been loaded into your carriage, sir and warm bricks have been place under the floor, to keep you both nice and toasty, Mr. Darcy, and there are extra blankets under the forward facing seat. Is there anything else I can do for you sir?" "No, thank you, everything seems to be in order. I appreciate your efficiency. We shall be leaving within the hour." Returning to the gathering, Darcy moved to Elizabeth and taking her hand in his they began to say their adieu's. As Lizzie spoke with her father, Darcy moved to Georgiana, "we shall expect you on Friday, then Georgiana? I am anxious for you and Elizabeth to be friends, I wish you to spend time with her, to know her." "I all ready know her and love her, brother. We are friends and have shared many secrets, mostly about you," she smiled cheekily.

This last part would not fit, so I had to send it separately. "I am sure you have. Until Friday then," as he leaned to her and kissed her cheek then hugged her. He returned to Lizzie's side, reclaiming her hand and they finished saying their good byes. Moment's later Hanson entered the dining room announcing, "Your carriage awaits, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy." Darcy bade his final farewell to Charles, hugging him and thanking him once more for all his help; kissing Jane on the cheek and repeating his thanks to her. Darcy escorted Elizabeth out to the carriage and aware of her concerns regarding her ability to walk, he lifted her into the carriage and then climbed in beside her, closing the door behind him, as he signaled his driver to leave. On the rear-facing seat was a large basket of bread, a bottle of wine and a selection of fruit, with a note "Wishing you as much happiness as we have," Charles and Jane. He smiled and gathered Elizabeth into his arms, "we are finally alone." 2B continued.

StefanieB:marci@aloha.net is my Email address. I don't think these work here. I *need* the entire movie. Do you also have a all-drool copy of your own which you could also copy? I will crawl over fresh jagged lava for them and reimburse you for whatever costs you incur. I just don't want to be an inconvenience as your time is better spent writing....speaking of which....Off to read your latest. You're the absolute Best!!! (BTW, fresh Jagged Lava is full of glassay particles which flay you an your hiking boots in no time flat!)

Will try again, Marci@aloha.net. I can make the whole Nostromo movie for you, not a problem. Which drool do you want? Just the P&P or other movies as well?

I am overwhelmed by your story, and humbled that you chose to incorporate my bit of reality in it. Now.......Get to the REALLY good stuff. Marathons are authorized from now on till you grow tired of us, the man, and the subject! (Nevah!)Be specific =) I will Email you about video drool. One can never have too much - I'm having trouble getting enough! I'm sure they should start the top of the drool conference with the subtitle - "...for women who have *Permanently* lost their sanity...."

Stef Just gave your story a quick eyeballing (I've printed it off) and it looks mighty interesting!! Can't wait to savor each and every word. BTW, I saw the bit about "the walk"!! Too funny. Karen Regarding Titles: "The First Day" (too trite), "Time to Go Home, but the Party's Not Over!!" Maybe I'll have some better ideas tonight...after I read the story!

Some VERY talented ladies here! You could all out-sequel Emma Tennant anyday. How about it? The continuing story of Darcy and Lizzie...(ardour unabated of course!)

Hey, that looks interesting - gonna read it in a minute... only - am I missing something? where's Part 1 supposed to be? Just remind me, please!

Arami: It's further up the file! Response 190

Oh, yes, of course... But wasn't the title something different?

Part 1 is also the First Time, before that is published in RoP under Concessions (rated G) & Darcy's Bad Judgement.

a less enlightened, 90's kind of Darcy You mean 1890's? What on earth are they doing there? And are you sure that the half-drunken oaf in breeches who rushes in and practically rapes his bride (and still keeps his breeches on) is really that delicate (Jane Austen's own description!), enlightened, proud aristocrat Mr Darcy? An interesting view, but it doesn't convince me. Sorry.

I have to agree with Arami, although it is well written it seemed alomost violent, what I have heard described as a bodice buster. (Novels where men rape the women they love). I'm afraid that this portrays both Darcy and Lizzie in a rather negative light. A valient effort but not to my taste. By all means Lorie keep writing, you can't please everyone, I suppose.

(Lorie) OK, you all have finally done it and inspired me to start writing my own version of that infamous wedding night. Mine will perhaps not be to everyone's taste, having a less enlightened, 90's kind of Darcy (and Lizzie, for that matter). But it's another image of the two of them, and I thought I'd share it here. Lorie, I really wish you�d checked with me before posting this story. Now I have the distasteful task of telling you, on a public board, that I have to remove it. I�m sorry...it�s simply out of my comfort level. We try to provide an environment in which everyone may creatively fantasize about Darcy, while keeping content restrictions to a minimum. I�m all for risque (even a little raunch), but what amounts to rape is not my idea of a sensual fantasy. I�m sorry to impose my beliefs upon everyone else, but s long as I am responsible for this conference, that�s the way it�s going to be. When the first of the �sexy stories� popped up several months ago, I posted a message about the importance of remembering that this is a public board. While it feels like a small, drooly community, anyone can access it--your kids, your friends, your Aunt Tillie, your mother. I should have reposted that warning as soon as new stories started to appear. So I do accept part of the blame, for having not seen it coming. Here, again, is a copy of that post: Well ladies...as you can see, Lisa has posted the next scorching installment of "The Darcy Diary". I did see it first and felt that, since we are all adults, it was something you'd all want to read. Who am I to deprive you of a little thrill!;-.) However, I believe she has established the level for the Fan Fic in this Conference. These are somewhat delicate subjects and I feel that, in the future, we should try to stick within the boundaries Lisa's story has created...not that there are many! ;-.p I think that no one can complain that this is unnecessarily restrictive. It's important that everyone feel free to let their imaginations go--that is the larger part of why we moved to the Spring in the first place. But I also urge you to remember that this is a public board. You're all big girls, use your own judgment. :-.) Just so you have a point of reference, Lisa's stories (mentioned above) were very similar in content to Stefanie's current work. Please, if any of you have doubts about anything you want to post, email it to me first.

Sorry Lori, but I agree with the other posts. This was a bit too much. and thanks Nan for taking it down.

Hi Lisa, I discovered Republic of Pemberly and the Spring about a month ago and have read every story. I would love to read any stories that have not been posted! Please send them if you will to Leslie1918@aol.com They will be happily accepted. Happy Holidays! Leslie

Wow. I'm very sorry that my attempt at fiction offended the Spring's community standards so flagrantly. I apologize to those who read and were offended, disgusted, etc. But just to clarify some questions from readers, and my own bad grammar in my post, I meant that I was presenting an un-enlightened, non-1990's-lover Darcy. I honestly don't know enough about 18th and 19th century sexual behaviors to be writing from a knowledgeable point of view, but when I read some of the other posts here, the couple seemed very modern. My own thoughts obviously have a dark turn, and I wondered how frightened Lizzie would be about that "first time" and how frightening a man like Darcy could be when his passions were let loose. And no, I probably wasn't thinking much about Jane Austen's rather sexless Mr. D, I think I was imaging CF, who doesn't look delicate or all that restrained (to me). But again, I do apologize for not knowing enough to ask before posting and for imposing my story on everyone!

LorieS-I think the initial reaction most had was that we could not imagine our beloved Darcy as such a brute. Beyond that though your thoghts on Lizzie being frightened were right, I would imagine he to be very nervous on their wedding night. Others have dealt with this fear in their stories and made Darcy help her over it in a much more tender, understanding way. By making Darcy almost violent you have offended the enlightened 90's sensibilities that most of us possess, I believe. I don't believe tha most women now a days would accept that behavior from a lover, and such behavior in my opinion would regarded as abusive. Don't be afraid to write more stories but just lighten it up a little. Use your imagination and let your fantasies come to life on the page when writing, I wouldn't recommend writing something that you wouldn't want to happen to you. I hope my earlier comment did not hurt your feelings in any way. Keep on writing :)

Lorie - I'm so glad to see we haven't scared you away! Now, to give you some help, historically, people in the 18th and early 19th centuries were much more enlightened and knowledgeable sexually than it is commonly believed. I was astonished to learn that medical and marriage handbooks were commonly accessible to everyone in homes which could afford a library (though one must remember that the level of the knowledge was relatively lower, of course). It is, therefore, quite possible, that Lizzie had some i ea of what to expect. Society men were not brutes. The legacy of the 18th century was the finesse of seduction and lovemaking generally. I cannot imagine Darcy acting in any other way, regardless of how (in)experienced he could be. Somehow during the 19th century there was a strong religious backlash against what was seen as loose morals of previous generations (hinted at by Jane Austen in the character of Wickham, for example) and the result was that 20-30 years after the end of Regency it became imprope to imagine that a woman might enjoy sex. Concurrently, the so-called middle classes emerged and with them something called bourgeois morality, often meaning double standards, men's insistence on their superiority, women's struggle to achieve better recognition in public as well as domestic life, etc. But not all men were thugs, of course. In short, "your" Mr Darcy behaved like one would imagine an insensitive, selfish, seriously disturbed, psychotic and rather unloving bourgeois man of 1890's... So you s e, it pays to do some research first. And now, back to the drawing board, girl :-)!

Darcy eased hiswife off his shoulder and raised himself up on his elboe to better see her. This was the fourth day of their marriage and for the first time hw would be away from her, he felt a pang at this. These three days had been heaven, just the two of them as he showed her the house and they strolled the grounds as she admired the gardens and the house. He was somewhat surprised at her quick grasp of the problems of running such an establishment and her rapport with the servants. But he seemed to recall Andre DeaLassle telling him something about her running Longbourn since she was 15 years old, watching her handle her duties these three days he could well believe it. The servants seemed to have fallen under her spell except for the housekeeper, Mrs Wilson and his ohh so correct butler, but he was sure that Mr Aston at least would soon come around when he realized her capablities. Mrs Wilson he was sure would take longer as she still thought that it was his duty to marry his cousin Anne. His Aunt had through the years filled her head with this nonsense and it would take some time to remove it, but he was sure that when she saw how happy they were and what an efficient wife Elizabeth was she would change her mind. He smiled as he brushed a stray curl away from Lizzie's face and reaching down lifted the blankets to admire his sleeping wife's body, the soft white mound of her breasts with the delicious brown topping made him feel a need for her that was almost irresistable but he knew that she needed some sleep as she had not had a great deal last night. They had read together in the libray and lost track of time until the clock struck eleven and he exclaimed that they must go to bed as he had to be at his solicitor's office early on the morrow. She had closed her book and with a mischeivous grin told him that he had better get to sleep at once if that were the case, to which he replied that no matter what the hour of his appointment he still had time for his wife and the charms she brought to his bed each night and day. He laid back on the bed with a satisfied grin remembering that he had missed at least two hours of sleep the night before after they had retired to the bed chamber. Slipping quietly out of the bed he went to his dressing room and asked to have his bath readied, and in the meantime he would recheck the papers he had to take to his solicator. when his bath was almost ready he decided to take one last look at his sleeping wife and returned to the bed chamber to do so, only to find the bed empty. Walking into her dressing room he saw her just stepping out of her tub and asking her maid for a towel. Sending the maid away with a wave of his hand and a finger to his mouth for silence he took the towel to her and wraopping it around her snugly said,"So this is why my bath has taken so long you have take the hot first. Elizabeth turned to him with a giggle saying "Please sir do not beat me I will not do it again." "You may do it as much as you like if I am allowed to do maid service when you are done," and kissed her ardently letting the towel drop and running his hand down her warm wet body pressing her closer and closer as she returned his kisses. Picking her up he carried her to the large soft rug before the fireplace abd her down on it divesting himself of his robe as he joined her. "I thought you had no time this morning, she said with another cheekiy grin. "I will make time,"he grinned back at her kissing her and moving his hand to her breasts to feel the nipples rise and harden at his touch, he loved the feel of them, and moved his mouth to them slowly and sensuasly down her throat . "Sir the bed is but a few steps" she whispered while kissing his ear. "Too far," he said softly, why do you think I had this rug put here" as his hand worked their magic on her and she began to moan, "William, William, I love you, I need you, I need you. Still he kissed and carressed her until she begged "please, please William" opening her mouth with his own he reached his tongue in searching and exploring her mouth as he entered her and she welcomed him as she always did and he felt himself grow and harden even more within her until it was almost painful. She always did this for him and her whispered her name over and over again as he took her. They reached a climax as they always did at the same moment with such a crescendo that it left both of them totaly spent.

I finished this in a rush because a note came of that I had an ICQ from my son I will finish the rest of it later even though I don't have the ability to make the words flow as Stef. does.

Lucie, I thought it was very nice. I like to read most anything that is sweet and loving. Tough I imagine Darcy has a big time temper, & I would like to write a story about their first major fight, but I can't think of anything really major to fight about that has not been written. Someone already wrote one about her lying to him about Wickham & Lydia. I have started a story on RoP called the Summer Masquerade Ball, though when I re-posted it it came out as the "Simmer Masquerade Ball" which is also appropriate, I guess. If any one has any ideas, let me know. I just kind of go inside them and feel what I think they are feeling. I told Marcia that in the next episode of the dance, I had them make eye contact, and Lizzie got angry. My tendency is to rush things, so I've changed my mind and there will be some more intrigue before they actually come to term . It's fun . . . now if I could just make si=ome money at it!!!

Lucie, I thought it was very nice. I like to read most anything that is sweet and loving. Though I imagine Darcy has a big time temper, & I would like to write a story about their first major fight, but I can't think of anything really major to fight about that has not been written. Someone already wrote one about her lying to him about Wickham & Lydia. I have started a story on RoP called the Summer Masquerade Ball, though when I re-posted it it came out as the "Simmer Masquerade Ball" which is also appropriate, I guess. If any one has any ideas, let me know. I just kind of go inside them and feel what I think they are feeling. I told Marcia that in the next episode of the dance, I had them make eye contact, and Lizzie got angry. My tendency is to rush things, so I've changed my mind and there will be some more intrigue before they actually come to term . It's fun . . . now if I could just make si=ome money at it!!!

If I could type!

Arami, Thanks for the info. This is the first chance I have been able to log in in over a week....Holidays are tooooo hectic. I think I have a problem at home, since I have webtv...sure the memory is tiny. I was able to see pull all the posts from my internet connection at work. There is alot of talent here....just what I was looking for! Thanks again...Have a great holiday. Would anyone be willing to email me some of there fiction? Plan on being lazy this weekend..If so, would you email anything to me at berpa03@cai.com. Webtv has its limitations and I can receive better at my work connection. HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE!! Pam

Stef, blame it on the machine! It should know what you wanted to say. I did! Besides, before Samuel Johnson wrote everything down as to the "proper" way to spell things in the form of a dictionary, one could spell things any way they chose as long as they were underst=oodf and I ho=p4e this makes you feel less clujfmusy. =)

(Pam)Arami, Thanks for the info. Pam, it's awfully decent of you to acknowledge my goodwill and generosity...;-) Next time I'll have to charge for my lectures, I can't afford to squander my hard earned knowledge like that! Merry Christmas, scribes!

Arami, are you the one with the knowledge about the Regency time period? (sounds like I'm asking for one of Sybil's personalities to come out!) I would like to find out more about the way thing were done. I tried to look at Pemberley, but could not find anything, or don't know what I'm looking for. For my Summer Masquerade Ball (on RoP), I would like to be accurate about some things, but I don't know where to find them. Would you e-mail me? my e-mail address is mhatter869@aol.com. It's really simple stuff, I think. Thanks Stef

MarciaH Thanx, you are such a hoot!!!! I would not be able to write if it weren't for all those squiggly red and green lines under all my misspelled words and incorrect grammar, yet sometimes the grammar check gives me the weirdest choices, for words, some I have never heard of. The problem is I type faster than I look I guess and I don't always watch the screen & think I'm hitting the right keys!! Traffic was awful tonight coming home from work, all I could think of was I want to write, I have to get to my computer, it drives me crazy!

Stefanie Have you looked at the "Jane Austen's Life and Times" page at Pemberley - it has heaps of stuff about how people behaved etc etc. And if you post a message there, some of the regulars might be able to help you with your queries.

Brain is more efficient than fingers. Works ahead while fingers lag behind. That's why I invested in Eudora with Spell check. I like to dash off notes and send them immediately. The trouble is at the other end all of the gremlins reassembling the bits and bytes rearrange them so as to look misspelled! That IS the reason, isn't it!? To the creative talent who's life blood this is, may the visions of sugarplumb come wrapped around Darcy and Lizzie in new and wondrous forms. Mele Kalikimaka, all!

LUCIE Many thanks for the commas, m�dear...was much easier this time ;-) Now you can all pick on me again. I�m in the mood for it at present, though I can�t vouch for my attitude tomorrow ;-p WELCOME Hi Pam, glad you found us. Always room for the Firth-addicted ;-) AN EMAIL...FROM ARAMI?!...Pfffft! ;-D (Stefanie) For my Summer Masquerade Ball (on RoP), I would like to be accurate about some things, but I don't know where to find them. Would you e-mail me? Stef, since Arami is a little email-shy, maybe you should just post your questions here and everyone can chime in (or just Arami if that suits the two of you). (Stefanie)The problem is I type faster than I look I guess and I don't always watch the screen & think I'm hitting the right keys!! LOL! That�s okay, we knew what you meant. My grandmother says, �Sometimes I just wanna talk so fast, I can�t stop thinking�. :-D

I forget that I can't go back and correct my mistakes of which I had quite a few. I want to wish every one Happy Holidays. I don't know what I would do without all of you sometimes. When you spend hours with people who are termanily ill even though it't only a day or two a week I really need these sites. God Bless You Everyone.

I read my last story and ohh the mistakes I forget to check. I want to wish all of you a Happy Holiday. Does anyone know what Colin is doing after The Secret Laughter Of Women?

I forget that I can't go back and correct my mistakes of which I had quite a few. I want to wish every one Happy Holidays. I don't know what I would do without all of you sometimes. When you spend hours with people who are termanily ill even though it't only a day or two a week I really need these sites. God Bless You Everyone.

(Stefanie)Arami, are you the one with the knowledge about the Regency time period? Yes, to a degree... but obviously not the only one, and the level of my knowledge is not by any means ultimate... (Nan)AN EMAIL...FROM ARAMI?!...Pfffft! ;-D... Arami is a little email-shy... I fear it's true... There are VERY few people indeed who could boast having ever penetrated the mystic aura surrounding the Arami puzzle...(could - but probably won't...;-))

(Arami) I fear it's true... There are VERY few people indeed who could boast having ever penetrated the mystic aura surrounding the Arami puzzle...(could - but probably won't...;-)) Not I ;-p

...No, no - simply because there's not much to boast about...;-D

Please check RoP's Fan Fiction at DWG. StephanieB has just posted a most intriguing episode in The Summer Masquerade Ball. It is *very* good!

It is *very* good! I am flattered! Thank you. :-)

Without consulting me on matters of Regency etiquette? I am mortified! ;-)

Indeed, I did, I looked to a higher source, someone with infinite knowledge (and access to research and willing to work cheap!!!!) Thanks anyway, my researcher knows how much appreciation flows from my heart.

Ofcourse I should ask one of your personalities; "Is it okay? Did my researcher do a good job, or did I not say anything that required the infinite talents of you . . .or my research assistant???

To Stephanie�: Hi�! My name is Sylvie. I live in the french-speaking province of Qu�bec, in Canada. Since last autumn, I regularly visit The Republic of Pemberley. Being a bit shy (worse, I think, then Georgianna says of herself�!) and my English being not very fluent, I prevented myself from telling my profond admiration toward the profusion of creativity I have found on this Jane Austen's web site. So, quite discretely, I wander around, in Pemberley and now in Fan Fiction 34, hiding myself behind a virtual bush, watchin the comings of the adventures of Darcy and Lizzie, or sharing the enthusiasm of the ladies from the chat for these characters. (Be assured that when the bushes move in Pemberley, it's really the wind�!). I have literally devoured ��Concessions��, ��Darcy's Bad Judment��, and ��The First Time�� (this last story having me discovered this present web site). I've just finished reading ��The Summer Masquerade Ball-B1��, a sequel I am waiting for with great expectation, hard to conceal. This is why, in spite of my timidity, I wish to brake my silence. I LOVE this story. The fact that you have chosen to add french dialogues is for me quite a pleasant surprise�: simply delicious�! I am touched... After many months learning English with my dictionary in order to keep up with the stories, reading french lines in your text is great. Since I have received so much from you through your texts, I would like to offer something back. Very humbly, could I offer you my discret help for your french dialogues�? It might not be very important since most people read in English. But since Lizzie speaks a good french, I would be mostly delighted to give a hand... A sworned admirer, Sylvie.

Sylvie, thank you very much. I appreciate your comments. Did I say something incorrectly, I must have to have brought you out. I would surely like any and all help I can get, my French is not very good at all. I did have some help with it, but obviously not enough. My e-mail address is: mhatter869@aol.com write me!

HELLO SYLVIE (Sylvie) My name is Sylvie. I live in the french-speaking province of Qu�bec, in Canada. Former home of the Nordiques! ;-) Welcome... Since last autumn, I regularly visit The Republic of Pemberley. Being a bit shy (worse, I think, then Georgianna says of herself !) and my English being not very fluent Have no fear, Sylvie, your English is excellent. I am linguistically challenged, so I�m always impressed by those who can actually communicate in more than one language at a time.:-)

Having had just a little bit too much time off from work over the holidays, I found myself at the computer more than might be considered healthy. Perhaps that explains the story below. Hope you like. A BRIEF INTERLUDE After a rather fierce and rapid bout of lovemaking which brought him great pleasure but little sustained satisfaction, Darcy ventured to try again with his wife. Elizabeth accepted him quite readily but this time Darcy endeavored to prolong the act. As he was beginning to pick up speed, he suddenly slacked off and almost withdrew. A game of words came into his head and he decided to see if his wife was up to the challenge. He smiled down at her as he moved slowly and deliberately and watched her closed eyes and slightly open mouth and heard her gentle sighs. It was time to begin. "I believe we must have some conversation, Mrs. Darcy. A very little will suffice." Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open in surprise. She opened her mouth to speak but her husband quickly covered it with his own for a long, slow kiss. Breaking off, he saw that she had resumed her lazy smile but she pressed her legs tighter against his back. Darcy resumed his game. "You should say something about..." he knew one word that might describe what they were doing but decided on something more polite. "...our lovemaking." Again, Elizabeth opened her eyes and he was pleased to see their amused expression. "I might remark on the number of..." Darcy was not sure what to say here. Elizabeth laughed and looked at him inquisitively. A wicked gleam was in her eyes so her husband decided to chance it. "... times you received satisfaction." Elizabeth laughed again and arched up to him, rocking with him for sometime. "You talk by rule then when you make love?" Elizabeth asked slyly as she lay back down on the bed. "Yes, sometimes it is best. Then we may enjoy the advantage of saying as little as possible." "Do you consult your own feelings in this case or seek to gratify mine?" Elizabeth laughed as she asked this, knowing all the different meanings this comment could imply. Her husband was bewitched by her throaty laugh and began to pick up speed again. "Both, I imagine," he said hoarsely. Elizabeth kissed him as she sought to slow him down again. She was deriving great pleasure from this game and wished to prolong it. He hung suspended over her as she attempted to hold him still. Nipping her bottom lip lightly with his teeth, he slowly withdrew and then began again. "We each have an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to perform unless we expect to do something that will amaze the whole room." Darcy breathed. "Lizzy, I can not stand it." "Sshh. We must finish. You were not entirely accurate in your last lines but I will let it pass. I know how well you like to perform," she teased him. "Now it is my turn. Ummm, 'tis no very striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure." Darcy was ready to stop this game. He rolled over onto his back bringing his wife up on top of him. Elizabeth giggled as she pulled the covers around her. "This is very strange. What do you expect me to do?" "Let me show you." Darcy put his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down. She soon caught the rhythm and proved herself quite adept at matching her husband's motion. As she leaned over him, he caught first one breast, then the other in his mouth and continued rocking more vigorously until Elizabeth began to shudder uncontrollably. A very lazy smile passed over Darcy's face as his wife lay gasping into his shoulder. "Lizzy, it is time to finish the game," he whispered. She rolled over onto her back and watched him maneuver himself over her again. "Very well, but let me start." "As you wish," Darcy said as he moved her legs higher onto his back and began slowly again. Elizabeth gave him a lingering kiss and then proceeded. "Allow me to congratulate you, sir. Such superior..." she paused, thinking what to say, and then remembered her husband's term. "... lovemaking is rarely to be seen. I'm sure you'll own your fair partner is well worthy of you. I hope to have this pleasure often repeated, especially when a certain desirable event takes place." She whispered to him. "I believe it has already taken place." "To you perhaps but I have not had my turn yet. Pray continue." "What congratulations will then flow in," she said, barely able to contain her laughter. "Lizzy." Darcy was moving faster and deeper with each thrust. "Nay, nay," Elizabeth gasped. "I'll not detain you one moment longer from your bewitching partner." The bed shook as Darcy slammed his hands against the headboard and gave a great shudder and groan. He slowly sank back down to the bed and lay gasping. After giving him some moments to regain his composure, his wife slid over him and kissed him sweetly. "A pleasure, sir," she said. "Capital, capital." Darcy kissed his wife's ear. "I believe we must play this game again sometime." "With pleasure, sir. I know how well you like to perform though neither of us performs well to strangers." She grinned at him with sparkling eyes. He pulled her to him again but this time it was just for sleep. A very satisfactory way to end the evening. THE END

WOW!! THAT WAS HOT, BUT PRAY TELL DOES IT MEET WITH THE NEW FORMAT???? ;-D Great story!! you should be off work more often!!

BUT PRAY TELL DOES IT MEET WITH THE NEW FORMAT???? ;-D As long as it's about fictional characters it does.

Brava! That is one sensual story. So wonderfully passionate. I hope you come up with more interludes like this. Wow! Such fiery passion between the Darcy sheets. I love it! I want more!