Shakespeare's Dream

[Honey_B]

The playful bite caused the dark lady to giggle. "By Hecate, men are easy to manipulate," she thought.

"I will have you kiss me this moment, Othello!" Even as she said the words, Lady Macbeth pulled down the tall man's head and kissed him lightly on the lips. Before he could attempt more, she moved away again.

"Did not someone once say 'Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation!'" Lady Macbeth asks, unable to resist teasing Othello a little. "Due to an unfortunate misunderstanding, I am known as a woman of ill fame. My reputation has been cast in an unflattering light. If only those gathered here thought better of me." She turns her face away as the tears of a true actress begin to fall slowly down her pale cheeks. "Have you a handkerchief, my general? I know that you must?"

(aside) I will have this man for an appetizer.
The main course comes later. For I am
destined to become queen of somewhere.

Unnoticed by Othello, Lady Macbeth looks at Hamlet with the eyes of a hungry wolf.

 

[ariosto]

"Here My Lady, a handkerchief to VEIL your teasing orbs that brim with false and cunning tears!"
The Moor throws a scarlet cloth over her eyes and binds it tight.
His arms encircle her and his strong hands cup her fullsome breasts. He presses himself against her...

"Now what of the fated Prince do you see! Yet surely you must feel my hands burning with the ardor of desert heat, searing your bosom, to be met by the rampant yearning of my stiffened loins deep within your ....fickle heart."

He whispers...
"Play along, no telling who will see this and the new stuff is hot on sex and violence."

 

[1handedtyper]

“I thank thee for thy kind words fair maiden.
You make me happy despite your sadness.

Ah! What joy have we tonight my fair love?
I see that you are no longer saddened
By the absence of your true love any more?
It seems that I have made you happy my lady?
Perhaps tonight we will dance some more and
Perhaps you will continue to forget.”

With that he rides his hand a little bit lower and pulls her a little bit closer as she lets him work his subtle charm…

 

[SexyChele]

Portia

The joy of the music and glitter of the lights enhance my soul a great deal. I feel Benedick's arm tighten about me, and I relish the feel of a man's arm about me again. Pressing my body into his, I look up into his face and smile brightly. I know that my face must be flushed with the excitement of the dance and the nearness of this man, but that no longer matters.

"Oh, sir, can it be that happiness can be found again? For look, my eyes are dry, my heart as light as my feet! Come, good Benedick, let us twirl to the music till breath escapes us. Let us both find comfort in each other's arms, shall we? Yes, this very night."

And with that the music seemingly builds in tempo, encouraging us to move to its spritely tune.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Hamlet to Katharina

He takes her hand and leads her to the floor. With a quirky smile at her proclamation of virtue unassailable, Hamlet observes
Ah, lass, the storm that clouds thy brow hides not
the blush which flows across thy cheeks and breast
as dawn does spread her crimson cloak about
to make of rain chilled fields a warm, dry nest.

Our passions war with righteous rules we learned
when far too young to know what we'd become;
An' cling past time of toys and trinkets spurned
to seek out that which causes hearts to drum.

A mystery whose clues unbidden flow
From out our nocturnal restless dreamings
Visions vague yet lure with hypnotic glow
An' stains upon sheets take on new meanings.

Yet dreams are but a prologue to the play
Of man, of woman, and of come what may.

And since this is Shakespeare and chock full of anachronisms, Hamelt grabs a rose from a nearby vase and begins to tango with Katharina

 

[Honey_B]

"I have been unmasked even as I am veiled. You have seen my true nature and now I see no one but you, m'lord. You have rendered me helpless. Pray tell, what will you do with me?"

Lady Macbeth turned around within the circle of Othello's crushing embrace. She pressed the length of her body into his, feeling the unyielding surface of his armour.

"Oh yes, Othello, I felt the heady effects of your hands upon my breast, but woe, that is all. Cold steel cools your warmest embrace. I will have you remove this hard defense. You needn't protect yourself from me."

Without sight, Lady Macbeth snaked her arms around Othello's neck and drew him close.

"Eyes, I do not need thee to find what I seek," she whispered just before she kissed him. Her senses flamed as their yielding lips melted into each other. The touch of their tongues set off a spark that served to fan the flames of lust building within Lady Macbeth.

"Perhaps it is I who is in need of protection," Lady Macbeth thought as she blindly gave herself over to the kiss.

 

[ariosto]

Othello saw the door of opportunity swing open and knowing the fickleness of women seized it.
The Lady Macbeth was swirled up from her dainty feet in less time than it takes to tell and carried in his ebon (almost) arms behind and then under the great commodious table which held the punchbowl and the nights refreshments.

"We shall be seen!"
She complained as his armor fell with a clank exposing a breadth of chest to rival Herakles.
"And yet perhaps....we won't."

He laughed, his teeth agleam in the shadowed gloom beneath the boards...

"So what, m'lady if we are, tis here the action lays on this fine night. I would you shed for me
thy bodkins that I may feast my eyes upon thy bosoms and suckle them like the fatted lamb with the eagerness of impending doom to add sweetness to thy milk....How's that?"

His fingers had unlaced her and she threatened to burst forth.

 

[1handedtyper]

“Thy words, they woo me dear lady of Venice!
Tonight is a fine night, true, but what will
Become of your dinner? Of your guests?
Alas, m’lady, can it not be so?
The Lady Macbeth and her new conquest
Along with Hamlet and his fiery dame have
stolen our staging ground. We must go!
But mind you not! Benedict a way will find!”

He seizes her hand and leads her to the banquet table.

"What shall we do beautiful lady?
Where shall we go and how will we find it?
Lead me good woman, I am yours for awhile!”

Wrapping his arm around her waist, he sweeps her into a warm embrace and then lets her lead the way…

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Stomping at the Savoy?

With sonnets he would woo me now.
I'll not relent. On this I vow.
He seeks to win this lady fair
With charm alone? This... DERRIERE?

The music plays. I'm mesmerized
As I gaze deeply in his eyes.
I must resist (though cheek to cheek)
My breathing fast, my knees quite weak.

His hands placed low, with fingers spread
He holds my BUTT?? My face turns red.
Wake up, you fool! Don't lose your nerve!
Your pinkie he does not deserve.

Katharina gently removed Hammie's paw from her ass, repositioning it on her back where it belonged. "MUCH better!" As an afterthought, she stomped his toe quite merrily, causing the Thane's mouth to fall open.

Probably going to whisper more 'sweet nothings', Kate thought to herself as she raised her index finger to his lips. "No, Hammie. Say no more for the nonce."

And so...

Not wanting to make much ado about nothing, Katharina popped the rose back into his mouth, smiled her sunniest smile and said, "Come on, Arthur Murray. Show me your stuff."

 

[HippieChick]

OOC: Sorry for dissappearing like that, but this particular thread took a lot out of me to write and my life is taking over at the moment. I'll have to bow out of this particular thread formally now. I should have said something earlier, but I kept thinking I'd get back to it. Again, sorry. But I still plan on keeping up my other threads.

 

[SexyChele]

Portia

I smile up at Benedick, and feel the heat of desire as his arm wraps about my waist. As we head towards the tables, I look at him, and whisper into his ear...

"Oh Benedick, andiamo al giardino, e ha lasciato il bagno di calore della luna ci con la sua luce."

At his puzzled expression, I smile.

"Ah, forgive me, for I forget that you do not yet know the language of my home city. Shall we depart for the garden, Benedick? And let the glow of the full moon wash over over us?"

I take his hand and move towards the door that empties onto the formal gardens below....

 

[1handedtyper]

As we emerge in the garden, Benedick can only thank the lucky stars that he’s succeeded again…surely this beautiful woman is not his? And Italian! The sprightliest, most exotic maidens this side of India!

"The garden is not so lovely as you
Fair Portia. The Moon can only wash your
Features in God’s natural light. He seems
To bless you more than most godly creatures.

Stop! Let us sit on this spot and admire
This moonlight. Or is there more tempting
Thoughts on your mind? I think we should both need
Our confessors before the night is through."

 

[SexyChele]

Portia

My cheeks blush pink at the compliments paid to me. Feeling his arm about my waist, I lean in to him slightly for security in stepping across the pebbled path.

"Good Benedick, your words are too kind,
For can a mere mortal outshine the wonders
That nature has wrought?
Ah, but over there, away from prying eyes,
A bench sits in the moonlight.
Perfect for a lover's murmured words,
Or fevered touch, no doubt?"

Moving gracefully toward the bench, I gather my skirts about me as we sit. The scent of flowers in bloom heavy in the air, the great expanse of lawn before us almost shimmers in the glow of the moon. I feel Benedick take my hand, as his arm wraps round my shoulders....

 

[sojournerwolf]

Hamlet

The Danish Prince his face a fine shade of red from chagrin, mumbles around the rose. His toe hurts, his pride has been wounded and the dammed rose, well, he now knows where at least one thorn is!

With grim determination tinged by just abit of humor, he decides that if this maiden fair wants to dance, by all that's holy and most that is not, They will dance!

TOgether, they tango across the floor, until, coming upon Othello and Lady Macbeth in "deep conversation", they make an abrupt about face and tango back the way they came. Hamlet then signals to the musicians who break into a waltz (yeah, yeah, we all know the waltz hadn't been invented yet, but when did Willie ever let a minor inconsistency get in the way?)

Hamlet swirls Katrina around the floor. Her laughing eyes show less disdain now as she begins to enjoy herself. Hamlet decides, based upon his best guess from years of university study, not to mention those late night bull sessions out in the courtyard liberally lubricated by cheap wine, that maybe he can wear the lady down by dancing, THEN, see about some other liberties.

Another signal from Hamlet and the muscians begin a foxtrot. Hamlet and Katherina pick up the pace. She matches him step for step. Hamlet decides to bring out his secret weapon. He gives a special signal to the musicians and they break into a little known tune by Sir Charles of Berry. Hamlet's eyes grow wide as he realizes Katherina has anticipated this gambit and is already twisting like a house a fire.

Hamlet is beginning to wonder if he can keep up with her!

 

[1handedtyper]

“You are a temptress my dear. How can I
Refuse such a ladies call? Come, let us
Admire the stars and the moon above and
Think not of mournful things. We can think rather
Of sin and pleasure, for is it not one
Without the other?”

He snakes his arm around Portia’s shoulders in a first date sort of way as he woos her, hoping that she thinks of something good…

 

[Honey_B]

Lady Macbeth

Lady Macbeth tore the blinding scarf from her eyes with a curse.

"Unhand me, you! Do you think your desire has created a kitten out of a hellion. I am not one to be bandied about like a sack of meal."

The irate lady slapped the Moor's hands away from her nearly revealed breasts. "

"Mine own bosom exposed to a room full of guests? I think not, Othello," she said as she retied the silken cords of her bodice. Her lips curved into a speculative smile and she continued, "At least not before I have seen the measure of you as a man."

The insistent and strong hands of the Lady Macbeth began untying the laces of the Moor's breeches. Her fingers had become more clumsy than was believable. They fluttered and grappled with the lacings, doing as much caressing as unfastening.

Her fingers had finally unlaced him and he threatened to burst forth.

 

[SexyChele]

Portia

"My good Benedick, pleasure may be sin, yes.
But not all sin is pleasure, yes?
Ah, but the moon is full, the stars are bright!
The flowers in bloom around us,
To remind us of nature's natural fertility.
How can we not answer her cry?"

Capturing his hand in mine, I lay it softly against my cheek. As I sigh, I feel his arm tighten around me. I drape my hand cross his thigh, blushing at my boldness. As I lift my face towards his, he brushes a strand of long, dark hair from my face.....before his lips seek mine -

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Tripping the Knight? Fantastic!!

http://www.bardshouse.dreamwater.org/ManorHouse/wolfrose.jpgA thin sheen of sweat glistens on her ivory skin as Katharina twists to her heart's content. It's been ages since she has enjoyed herself this much. As they dance, she studies this sheep in wolf's clothing. He appears to be flagging a little, but she cannot give in and let him rest. Can she?

Well, Hammie sure can cut a rug. She has to credit him with that at least, but dancing isn't everything. There is so much more to life than tripping the light fantastic.

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/cat4.gifKatharina looks thoughtfully at the thorny thane and wonders whether wolves can chat comfortably upon the subject of recent scientific breakthroughs and other matters concerning man's intellectual evolution or lack thereof? Is Hamlet brainy or just brawny? (He seems to be the quicker picker upper.)

"So, Hammie... " Katharina says, leading the puffing prince from the floor. "Tell me something... If all the world's a stage, where does the audience sit?"

 

[ariosto]

"Forsooth! Thy fingers do feel well thrust as they are upon my aching cods!"

She squeezes..

"Watch it Lady Mac, the jewels you are pawing are my one and onlys. I'm fond of them."

The irate harpy begins to slide out from their nest behind the table.

"Hold dear woman. Please I must tell you of the stark betrayal, though imagined, real to me nonetheless, Of my beloved Desdemona and then perhaps you'll take pity on me as one starcrossed and horny."

"Your Horn dost fill my hand quite well. Release me please. Or I shall snap it like a twig." Her eyes sparkle, her lips curve.

"A twig!...a twig!, Tis like an oaken staff, nay more like a young and vibrant sapling!....full of sap."
The last a whisper, as leaning close, he rains kisses on The Lady's swelling orbs.

 

[1handedtyper]

"You grow bold my dear, but I cannot resist.
Come closer and we can see if boldness
truely means temptation. Alas, I shall be
A happy sinner yet tonight. Let me
Kiss those lips dear Portia and I may
Not turn back. A sweet risk for sweet rewards
I should say. Come, the moon is bright enough
For us to enjoy the evening while we may."

As he says this he, begins to brush her lips and rin his hand down over her torso to rest on her stomach, running his other hand through her hair to the back of her head to pull her face further in...

OOC: I'm afraid to say that due to circumstances quite out of my control, I'll be gone for a couple of weeks. But fear not, when I return I will have a fair sonnett composed in the great Shakespearean tradition...

 

[Honey_B]

Lady Macbeth

Macbeth suffered under the sultry seduction of the Moor's lips for as long as she could endure before she uttered a groan of raw lust born of impatience.

"Unhand me, Moor! I will disclose myself to you for the increase of my own pleasure." As she said the words through gritted teeth, Lady Macbeth took hold of her bodice and savagely ripped the velvet cloth wide open. Her silken white flesh tumbled into Othello's waiting hands.

The smile that came was quite smug. The Moor had bent his head and had taken a nipple into his corrupting mouth. His sucking lips, his nipping teeth caused the sensitive flesh to change from the delicate light pink of a maiden's blush to the florid rouge of a harlot's cheeks.

"I have given suck, and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me. But love we have not, until it is made."

Raising her skirts without further ado, Lady Macbeth straddled the man's groin and impaled herself on his ebon shaft. The lowness of the table required her to lay almost against the Moor's broad chest.

"A little quiver fellow, and I would manage you his piece thus; and I would about and about, and come you in and come you in." The words were breathed into the Moor's ear as Lady Macbeth began to grind her body into his.

 

[ariosto]

Flowery language aside, Lady MacBeth was a damned good lay.
She played her breasts across his lips with tantalizing finesse, allowing him to capture momentarily the rosey peaks and sometimes pressing them down to fill his eager mouth. Her loins flexed and flowed around his sheathed and aching member with a sensuous rhytym that provided deep and satisfying penetrations, surrounded by delicious vise like contact along the length of her sex, from gate to womb.

"Woman," panted the Moor, "You fuck me me like a starving Tigress...Carefull lest I break!"

"Moor," said she, "Is this your best? For if so your mighty Oak feels more the acorn twixt my lusty thighs."

"GGGRRRRRRR!"
Othello, bucks high, slamming the Lady's haunches into the table top and sending the punchbowl skittering.

"Admit now that you have never, sheathed and mounted such a mighty instument as mine!"
He grimaces, holding her high impaled against the sideboard, lifting it an inch off the floor.

"Such a noodle as yours would never signify Othello. I have been better filled by my little finger !

 

[sojournerwolf]

Hamlet

I fetch us wine, well watered, and stand beside Katherina as we watch the others on the floor. Her question is, 'sooth, one which in long nights I have wrestled, sometimes in the midst of mead with fellow students, sometimes when all that kept me company were the cloud occluded stars.

"There are those that say," I observe, "that the only true actors and actresses are those who have the nerve to trod the stage of life, while our understudeies do quake in fear, afraid of risking themselves beneath the lights. Yet, methinks such thoughts be but an arrogance. Nay, rather do I sometimes wonder if it is so much that we are watched as we are left to improvise an ever unfolding script, writ moment by moment. Indeed, methinks oft rather on who might be dressing the stage and managing the props."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Katharina

sighs deeply as she ponders Hamlet's words. Ah, 'tis a clever one he is... Yet I will not relent, no matter the sweetness that pours forth from his honeyed tongue.

Sipping deeply from her goblet of wine as they watch the drama unfolding around them, Katharina knows that this has become a battle of wordswords. For he must prove his worth if they are to continue this dalliance. How next to trip the thorny Thane?

As if an hundred torches were suddenly lit in her brain, she turns to her handsome companion, saying,

"A lovely woman, a lady, often locked me in a chest. At times she took me out with her fingers, and gave me to her lord and loyal master, just as he asked. Then he poked his head inside me, pushed it up until it fitted tightly. I, adorned, was bound to be filled with something rough if the loyal lord could keep it up."

With a naughty sparkle in her eye and a challenge in her voice, she smirks proudly. "Can you guess what I mean?"