Erotic Writings: Roman Sex - A Possible Beginning  

ladyloves2cum 47F
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2/1/2006 10:18 pm

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Erotic Writings: Roman Sex - A Possible Beginning


For now it's stalled, though, which is why I'm so gung-ho about trying to find someone to co-write with. I mean really write, not this I-do-this-to-you sort of thing.

I mean I've even been entertaining doing a bit of historical fiction-erotica-thing-type stuff. For example, a gentleman arrives at a lady's villa in the countryside. She is a widow, but still relatively young and in good health, and by young I'm thinking she's in her thirties. She is well-to-do, but has retired from Rome to get away from the skulduggery and the crime. So, she is content to live simply with a vinyard she oversees and a few slaves and hired help. She is an investor in trade, which is why she is still well-to-do, and she does not flout her money in great parties or in building ostentatious homes. The gentleman who arrives at her door is an old friend of hers, and with him is a young man just into his twenties and barely at that. It seems the young man is of noble blood and rich parentage, but for some reason I cannot surmise, the gentleman wishes for the young man to be educated properly in the ways of making love with a woman, and not with some whore who will give him some desease and steal all of his money. Beyond that, I've don't nothing with the story, it's just a concept, although somehow it could possibly become a short story since I see nothing happening beyond the woman "training" the young man.

Although dressed as a respectable young Roman man accompanying a gentleman some twenty years his elder, it was clear from the moment Secunda saw his brilliant sapphire blue eyes, that he had neither been born in nor near Rome. Youth held him tight with the wide eyes of innocence not yet stolen away in the city, and soft skin not yet weathered by the merciless sun and head of summer.

"Domina, you have guests," Prunella bowed, aged well into her years, but not bent by them, nor by the slavery that had held her in servitude since before Secunda was born; she knew well after her father died she would never sell off her nursemaid and caretaker, but instead let her live in the comfort of a house that could and would take care of her in turn.

"So I see," Secund smiled gracefully, not rising from the writing lessons she was giving one of the young servant girls, a staff-member's child. "Magistrate Macareus, you are welcome in my house, but I am curious. The last time I saw you you were on the way to somewhere in Germania I believe to look in on some garrison, what brings you back to this wolf's fold, or did you miss Rome's teats?"

Since Octavian had claimed the title of Emperor, and changed his name to Augustus, Secunda had never set foot back in Rome knowing full well that somehow, some way the imperial family would try to suck her up into some deal of politics and prestige. Since her husband had died she had been content to live in a country villa watching over a vinyard and seeing to it that her husband's trade-company continued. She had money enough to make ends meet, peace enough to settle herself down in the quiet afternoon to a good luncheon, and the sense enough to have hired a few good guards who also could help around the house and in the fields. She also had sense enough to be a good neighbor, keeping her plot small, having sold off a majority of the land to her neighboring farmers when her husband had passed away. The vinyard she had provided enough grapes just for the house, and that was all she ever needed.

"I was considering it," said Macareus as he took a proffered mug of cool wine, passing the other on to his compatriot. "Truth be told, though I was planning on meeting some friends in Rome and then pushing through, other work to do, other places to be."

Secunda chuckled at this, knowing full well that he ment. Macareus could never sit still, never remain in one place, even in his younger years when he worked for her husband moving goods throughout the newly dubbed empire, a thing difficult to do during a civil war. "Then why stop in at my humble abode? Perhaps to have a meal with an old friend, or did you need money?"

Macareus waved a hand. "Actually, I was going to ask if you might watch over this lad here while I'm in Rome, perhaps teach him some of what you taught me. I am certain Telamon will be as good a student as ever I was, he's rather good at rhetoric already."

Those watchful blue eyes. Secunda knew what they saw when they looked at her, a woman still rounded even in her years, too young to be a widow, too old to be a wife. Her coppery-red hair was a sure sign of her non-Roman birth, her mother having been Scythian from the Black Sea where her father had once bought her in trade.

"Telamon?" she chuckled. "He does not look either Greek or Spartan to me."

"No, he's from Brittania, his father's in the legion there, mother's a local, though no harm in that. I thought I'd bring him down here to show him the civilized world."

"So you're not taking him to Rome?"

"Civilized, but I would like to keep him whole, as well as have you teach him what only a woman can."

"You mean none have before?" Secunda raised an eyebrow. She knew what he ment. Telamon was a virgin, something no man of Rome was since the day he left childhood behind and took up the robes of manhood. Long ago, when her husband had left her bed choosing instead to travel, or to take up with his mistress. Macareus had been as young as she had, and as willing to couple, though she had to admit, she did not take him for having been untouched when she had bedded him.

HeardLankaMalls 55M
2925 posts
2/2/2006 5:10 am

Hmmmm....took your long post, then broke it into three. Interesting
Keep on writing Lady, it is interesting (have to admit I like the erotica and stories too)


rm_funkyfunone 53M
99 posts
2/3/2006 8:26 am

Hello Lady. I hope that you can forgive this somewhat lengthy and forward post to your blog, but as a lowly standard member, I’m unable to contact you in any other way. I understand your desire to have other people to bounce ideas off, and it seems like a somewhat difficult thing to find here. Admittedly, my own style of writing, particularly when I write shorts to post here, is considerably different from yours. But that could be all the more reason that comparing ideas with you would be a good exercise for both of our writing. Please forgive me if I’m being a bit too presumptuous, but I’m intrigued by this story idea, and I’d like to tell you about a few ideas that it sparked. I’m not, in any way, suggesting that I could actually help you write it. Your writing has a much more literary and subtle sensibility than mine. I’m just thinking that my ideas may help you in some way, either directly, if there is anything in them that you can use, or indirectly if they lead you to new directions of your own.

I was thinking that the relationship between Macareus and Telamon could perhaps be more complex than you have presented it here. Maybe Macareus feels indebted to Telamon due to some previous history with Telamon’s parents. What if Macareus was having an affair with Telamon’s mother, when her father was out of the country with the legion? His father was killed (not sure how), and Macareus now feels a terrible guilt. The mother is devastated by the loss of her husband and her own guilt at having been with another man when he died. To make matters worse, Macareus does not actually love her. The affair was a matter of convenience to him while her husband was away, but now that he will not return, Macareus feels indebted to her. But, due to his own free-living lifestyle, he knows that he will not be able to settle into the rest of his life with her. Telamon is, apparently, quite young for his years, and is now lost in the world without the steadfast presence of his father, and with his emotionally distraught mother. Macareus decides that the only course of action that he is capable of is to relieve Telamon’s mother of her burden of the directionless young man by delivering him to a new life with Secunda, a life which Macareus still recalls with great fondness. He would explain all of this to Secunda over several glasses of wine in the first chapter, setting up his own internal conflict, and his reason for delivering the young man to her for care and training.

So, where could this story go beyond the training of young Telamon? Perhaps the answer to that lies in an exploration of Secunda’s own situation in life. What if Secunda had become bored with her comfortable life? She has no desire to expose herself back in Rome, but perhaps there is a situation of political intrigue there that she could groom Telamon to become involved in, on her behalf? Macareus would also play a role in it, excited by the intrigue, and because Secunda is actually his one and only true love. This is not really known to him or Secunda just now, but it becomes more apparent as the story unfolds. Both he and Secunda are surprised by the jealousy he exhibits at seeing Telamon become the object of her attentions. Eventually he realizes that he has never found another woman who can compare to his memories of his own training with her. Secunda’s plan for Telamon then gives you the opportunity to send the now well-trained and beautiful young man to highly important affairs in the city, to woo ladies of great importance and bring back bits of information that are useful to her cause, whatever it might be. I’m afraid I have little knowledge of the history of Rome, and so I’m not much help in brainstorming the details of her scheme, but there is definitely room for an intriguing story there.

OK, I’ve rambled long enough in your blog! I hope that some of this brain-dump is of some use to you, and I look forward to reading more in the future!


STCMOguy4fun 37M

2/3/2006 11:13 am

OK

A) Love the the way you write, you have a lot of flare & style, & you know what you are doing.

HA, I had thought I knew you from somewhere, Like the STL Ren Faire, Drop me a line sometime, I will keep an eye on your blog until then.

Later

J.
aka
Godfrey DeGonnaville The 2nd (Stl RenFaire)((currently in IRAQ)

~War comes In many many ways; social, physical, & mental combat will always knock at your door, beware the calm before the storm, for even in war, peace must always reign.~ War & Peace


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