I'm the randy highwayman, who you're too scared to mention...

Penelope covered her ears with her gloved hands, she had had enough of her husband Geofrey’s whining as they continued their journey North, lighter to the tune of two hundred pounds in gold coin that the infamous Claude Du Valle had purloined from their person. Her thoughts were not on her husband’s loss but on her own – she had spent only a fleeting few moments in the randy Highwayman’s presence but she had felt his sexual energy and whilst she fantasised of him taking her she longed to romp with him in the flesh.

Penelope had felt something about the highwayman. He certainly had charisma, and a certain cheeky charm. He was also confident and daring. His gait was animal like and his torso strong. His finely chiselled high cheek bones gave him an aristocratic air and she had not ignored his sizeable manhood that bulged through his tight riding pants. In short she lusted after a common criminal who came across as anything other than common... But he was not here and unfortunately her idiot husband Lord Geofrey St John Stevens was. What a contrast! Her gout inflicted, brandy soddened excuse of a husband versus the dashing rogue. The only thing he had going for him was wealth, and plenty of it and whilst that in itself was rather agreeable, his physical state and his lack of anything approaching a lusty libido was wearing thin. She decided she would have a man this very evening and she wouldn’t be too picky – as long as he was lusty and well endowed she would have her fill of carnal pleasure...

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Claude rode away from the delightful lady with more than a bag of gold – he also had a heavy heart. He had sensed something between them, something physical, something primitive and animalistic. He longed to whisper sweet nothings in her ear whilst caressing her soft and naked flesh. He wanted to make love to the lusty girl in front of a log fire on a pile of sheepskins. He wanted to take her in every way known to man and a few more besides. He was in lust... Stopping his horse he deliberated for all of ten seconds, then pointed the eager animal back in the direction from whence he came. This is my destiny he thought as he dug his booted heels into the animal’s side and spurred it on at speed.

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