The original dandy highwayman, the lusty Claude du Valle

Claude du Valle was a famous man. He could have any woman he wanted. His name was a byword for chivalry and courage. His reputation as a gentleman preceded him. He was recognised wherever he went. There was only one catch, one little drawback that made enjoying the fruits of his hard earned labour nigh on impossible – he was a highwayman in an age of highwayman and he was destined for the triangular gallows at Tyburn no doubt. But not now and not yet, not for some time if he had anything to do with it.

It irritated him that the petty upstart Dick Turpin had crashed his bag and was now getting as much if not more coverage than he, but he understood that was because of fear and not because of respect. Turpin was a vagabond, a rogue and a cruel monster who would have no hesitation in using violence to achieve his goals. He, on the other hand, the charming and polite du Valle, had never once fired his flintlock pistol and he had no intention of ever doing so. He robbed the rich using only his wit, and well, the implied threat that he would discharge the pistol he brandished so stylishly.

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But he was aching for a woman. It was impossible for him to travel freely and his capture carried a not insignificant reward in cash. He remembered when his sexual desire, his considerable physical needs had got the better of him and he had taken a lusty wench to bed at the Black Bear Inn on the outskirts of the city. He had no sooner stripped the well developed young lady when his door had been flung open and half a dozen men had rushed in, hoping to claim the bounty on his head. He had only escaped because he had put on the young woman’s clothes as quickly as she had discarded them, one of his many fetishes and one that on this day was to save his life as the slim and feminine looking Claude managed to push his way out exclaiming that Du Valle was a brute and had tried to have his wicked way with her. He rode his horse hard and fast that evening until he was sure that he was far from the long arm of the law.

Women desired him but he could not taste that sweet desire. What was the point of fame and fortune if it didn’t come with a lusty romp with a willing wench every now and then?

To be continued on Saturday, another Silk Stocking Story of the randy highwayman Claude du Valle, here at Hertfordshire visiting escort services.