Sentence the Twohundredandfortyfirst
Sir Parlane MacFarlane was, for his times and place, a most remarkable man – not that his education had been so very different from those of his contemporaries – born into a wealthy, landowning Family (his late father Sir Parlane MacFarlane also, had been a professional soldier in the service of the Royal Household and his son was himself trained in Arms at an early age) he had a plentiful amount of time in which to follow his interests; well read, he had augmented his father's collection of manuscripts and books on the arcane and esoteric, with a leaning towards Alchemy and Prophecy; he had a prodigious Memory and his own writings on Aids to Remembrance are known to have proved useful to Giovanni Bruno in his own extensive work in that field; and he was particularly attached to fucking every woman he met, or if she could not be so served on that occasion, to the next best alternatives of anal or oral intercourse, the actual choice depending upon the time, place and circumstances for, the union was always successfully joined; to this end he was able to employ his wit, his charm, his humour, his warmth, his highly developed gift of empathic connection and his less well-known gift of telepathic persuasion, for it was this last gift which on many occasions enabled him to bed a woman with whom he not exchanged even one single word of conversation and certainly without recourse to force; once their eyes had locked, it was foudroyant: she was suddenly
utterly and helplessly lost and he the rampant victor, but not, it must be fairly conceded, ever a boastful one – no fuck and tell tittle-tattle he, not one hint of yobbery in his treatment of the recipients of his seed, he never broke the confidence of his conquests, rather it was they who spoke his name to their circle of womanly friendships, who elevated him from just a casual dalliance to an almost mythical status later to be enjoyed by all; the extolled the beauty of his manhood, it's dynamic durability; his one and only fault, as the teller told her tale, was his vacillation – for he could swing from total absorption with the sweet ripeness of her pudenda and his enjoyment of the breaching of her Maidenly defences (even Chastity Hardware failed to keep him at bay) and extolling her adorable list of Virtues, though that significant one was gone for ever, to catching sight of a Maidservant pouring water for her Mistress to bathe her swollen and raw-rubbed Mound of Venus and the achuing Clitoris within and with one bound he and she were gone, perhaps for just the few minutes it might take for him to deflower the poor child, or even – as has been known – an entire month, not, it must be understood that he would have spent the entire month with the girl, for no-one had ever captivated him exclusively for more than a single day and night, and that on only a very few and rare occasions, such as, but No! this is neither the time nor place to sully the memory or ruin the descendants of that particular Union, and they are many, and they are exalted, and they are among the very Highest in this Land and her former Colonies across the Ocean, so Hush! no more for the nonce will I speak or write on this particular subject!
Sir Parlane MacFarlane was, for his times and place, a most remarkable man – not that his education had been so very different from those of his contemporaries – born into a wealthy, landowning Family (his late father Sir Parlane MacFarlane also, had been a professional soldier in the service of the Royal Household and his son was himself trained in Arms at an early age) he had a plentiful amount of time in which to follow his interests; well read, he had augmented his father's collection of manuscripts and books on the arcane and esoteric, with a leaning towards Alchemy and Prophecy; he had a prodigious Memory and his own writings on Aids to Remembrance are known to have proved useful to Giovanni Bruno in his own extensive work in that field; and he was particularly attached to fucking every woman he met, or if she could not be so served on that occasion, to the next best alternatives of anal or oral intercourse, the actual choice depending upon the time, place and circumstances for, the union was always successfully joined; to this end he was able to employ his wit, his charm, his humour, his warmth, his highly developed gift of empathic connection and his less well-known gift of telepathic persuasion, for it was this last gift which on many occasions enabled him to bed a woman with whom he not exchanged even one single word of conversation and certainly without recourse to force; once their eyes had locked, it was foudroyant: she was suddenly utterly and helplessly lost and he the rampant victor, but not, it must be fairly conceded, ever a boastful one – no fuck and tell tittle-tattle he, not one hint of yobbery in his treatment of the recipients of his seed, he never broke the confidence of his conquests, rather it was they who spoke his name to their circle of womanly friendships, who elevated him from just a casual dalliance to an almost mythical status later to be enjoyed by all; the extolled the beauty of his manhood, it's dynamic durability; his one and only fault, as the teller told her tale, was his vacillation – for he could swing from total absorption with the sweet ripeness of her pudenda and his enjoyment of the breaching of her Maidenly defences (even Chastity Hardware failed to keep him at bay) and extolling her adorable list of Virtues, though that significant one was gone for ever, to catching sight of a Maidservant pouring water for her Mistress to bathe her swollen and raw-rubbed Mound of Venus and the achuing Clitoris within and with one bound he and she were gone, perhaps for just the few minutes it might take for him to deflower the poor child, or even – as has been known – an entire month, not, it must be understood that he would have spent the entire month with the girl, for no-one had ever captivated him exclusively for more than a single day and night, and that on only a very few and rare occasions, such as, but No! this is neither the time nor place to sully the memory or ruin the descendants of that particular Union, and they are many, and they are exalted, and they are among the very Highest in this Land and her former Colonies across the Ocean, so Hush! no more for the nonce will I speak or write on this particular subject!
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