1. The Storyteller of Brompton House - part two


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    also dress for a different part while you are doing so. Carrie will show you the house, and then we shall meet on the lawn and take wine together.” He bowed from the waist and took his leave. “Wow!” said Fiona; a sentiment they all shared. Carrie felt a deep welling up of joy and pride. Wearing their gowns they felt like temple acolytes. They met Cat in the garden, and he was dressed in a rich knee length tunic and tabard. They drank wine together as Cat got to know each of them better. He needed to be able to direct them in the parts they might play, he explained. “Samantha Donald -Sadie! Cas tells me you do a bit of story writing yourself. What name do you use if you post to the net?” “I use the name ‘Charade’, she answered, “but I don’t think I’m any sort of a writer, certainly not in your league.” “Ha!” responded Cat. “Skald of Yorvik is honoured to meet Charade. I have read your work on Lush. ‘Gemma should have stayed at home’ is a jewel’. Your ‘A worm turns’ was brilliant, except for the title. It gave something of the conclusion away because the twist at the end was breath-taking. I salute you.” “Golly Sadie,” declared Cherry, “hidden depths it seems.” Sadie herself was amazed. They went back into the house and Cat led the way into the dining room, which he had prepared especially for the occasion. The place settings sparkled from the light of candles, the heavy curtains had been drawn and there was almost no sign of daylight. By each chair stood a deep bowl of warm ...
    water on a stand, with a hand towel on a rail. Draped over each seat was a deep red smock which they were instructed to put on over their gowns. The purpose of these was soon obvious, this was to be a dinner eaten with their hands. Each had a small dagger like knife to help tear at food. A large, round fresh baked loaf was within the reach of them all to tear at, and be dipped in rich sauces. It was to be a vegetarian’s nightmare; but none such were present. At each place setting was a name card – fresh identities for the evening. “Carrie, you are now Ljota. Cherry, you shall be Arndisa; Sadie you are Bergdis and Fiona you are Froydis.” Cat wheeled in a trolley from which he took plates of Langoustine, lobster and oysters for each of them. Champagne was poured into heavy goblets. As they began their feast Skald talked. He recounted some short erotic stories with a voyeuristic or exhibitionist theme. At times he challenged each by her new name to say what she thought might happen next, and the stories became bawdier and the conversation got more lewd very quickly. A sorbet was brought in, for which small wooden spoons were provided. A heated trolley and warming cabinet was rolled in with the most wonderful aroma of roasted meats. Great platters were set down. There were small ribs of beef on the bone, whole poussin, lamb cutlets and bowls of green salad. They drank dark red wines. The stories now took on the theme of illicit sex, and the physical descriptions became more and ...
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