Hmpf. Well, the least you could do is write one for me if I’m going to inspire you…
“How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets!”
–Cymbeline, Act 2, Scene ii
Seriously?! Would you like that? astounded
How can I compare to your words? I’ve read the Bard…And I, sir, am no Bard.
Still…if you seriously want one…where do you want it?
struuter
pouty rant ahead
HEY! If anyone’s going to be getting mash notes from the women in here, it’s going to be ME. I’M the one who’s getting them all worked up. And with my own work, I might add…not by quoting an English actor with weird hair who’s been dead for almost 400 years. So don’t be sneaking in here with your Bartlett’s and start trying to poach on the King’s land, DRY.
Don’t mean to sound petulant but hell, struuter, you wouldn’t BE competing with HIS words, you be competing with his copy of the Riverside Shakespeare.
end pouty rant
Baby, you are SO hot when you’re jealous.
Mmmmmmmmm…come over here with those pouty lips. {{{smooch}}}
Shocking!
matt, is there something you want to tell me? {tapping foot impatiently}
Esprix
No.
Darn, Esprix, I was hoping he was wanting to tell you what the hell “Tabarnouche” means.
And besides, don’t hog matt. Why can’t you let me huddle in my little closet and dream without dragging that Quebecois cutie away by the ear? It’s not like you’re USING him or anything.
I, uhm, I’m, uhm, tongue tied, Cheffie. I’m on fire. I sincerely need to be doused. Thank you for that very sexy mash note I received in my mailbox. Have you ever considered writing erotica for real money? You could make a fortune, you know! YOWZA!!
<<fans self futilely>>
Use your imagination. And posted either to this thread, or to my own private e-mails is fine.
I wait impatiently for your reply:
“I am as poor as Job…but not so patient”
–King Henry IV, Part 2, Act 1, Scene ii
“so tedious is this day
As is the night
before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them”
–Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene ii
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by Chef Troy *
**
Can you believe this guy? How many posts has this thread had? How many beautiful ladies has he won over, and toyed with, only to break their hearts?
I mean, this damned thread is a virtual who’s who of the attractive ladies of the SDMB—Judas Priest! All of the women on MY SIG LINE are lining up here, and he’s
jealous of me??
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on” 
–Othello, Act 3, Scene iii
Okay, Chef. This is your show…and DRY wants me to write him his own mash note. I bow to your judgment on this–can I post one here on your thread? I’ll write it in keeping with your thread…very naughty.
Maybe I should start a thread from the opposite sex’s POV? {{{{smooch}}}
struuter
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by DRY *
**
Hey driago, I break beds, not hearts. Besides, I am not jealous of you, I’m just saying that it doesn’t seem very sporting to wait until I’ve worked very hard to bring a woman to the point of literary orgasm and then swoop in and start poaching.
But hey, I don’t want to seem greedy, especially since my rant had approximately the effect I hoped it would (thanks for the smooches, struuter!). Struuter, honey, you go right ahead and post a mash note to DRY here if you want. In fact I’d advise against starting a similar thread of your own, unless you WANT to be deluged by ten times as many requests as I’ve received (we ARE talking about guys after all).
BTW, DRY, by my count only four of the women in your sig squad have posted here. Diane, Medea’s Child, Tatertot, what’s holding you back, my darlings? Later in life you’ll be more sorry for the things you didn’t do than you will be for the things you did. wink
Chef…
First of all, I can hardly imagine conjuring up the necessary skill needed to sate ANY guy on this board…so your point about another thread is very astute. I can just see the responses. “WHAT? That’s IT? Jeesh.”
Secondly, you are a gentleman to share yourself so willingly–both with those yearning for your sensual words, and with those hi-jacking your thread to mash others.
Third…breaking BEDS?! Oh my. Now I am curious. I await my note with bated breath.
wink
struuter
I didn’t really want to borrow it, you know. It was the only thing I could think of to get close to you. Alone. When you offered to loan me your Complete Works of Shakespeare, I knew you trusted me. You wanted to share it with me.
But I wanted so much more from you.
I lied when I said I couldn’t pick up the book over my lunch break. I wanted more time. Driving to your place that night I nearly turned home three times. But something inside me urged me on.
I let myself in the back screen door; moved with quiet trepidation in the dark house. Afraid that any moment I would lose my nerve and tip toe out, unbeknownst to you. I should have rung the bell. I should have called out. Just know that I had no intention of alarming you the way I did.
I remember rounding the table in the dining room when a strong, sure grip seized my shoulders and forced me against the wall. My heart pounding, I wasn’t afraid of you. I was stunned by my body’s reaction to being so close to yours. You fell heavily against me. I couldn’t resist reaching for your chest; feeling the pulse of your heartbeat under my palms.
It took you a moment to realize it was me. I nearly laughed at the look on your face–a combination of astonishment and relief.
“You…‘Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.’”
It was then, when your hands trailed down my arms and grasped my hands, that the breathless yearning for you stole my breath. My hands in yours were lifted above my head, sliding easily over the cool surface of the wall. Again, your fingers teased down the length of my arms until they cupped gently over the swell of my breasts. So warm, even through the fabric.
You sighed, “‘Can one desire too much of a good thing?’”
I could not help but answer, although my longing for your lips was nearly my undoing, “‘Love sought is good…’”
I felt your hands press firmly over me, possessing me.
Your eyebrow arched in surprise, “’…but given unsought, is better.’”
You smiled. I didn’t need your Complete Works of Shakespeare. I needed you.
I couldn’t stand it any longer; the friction of your powerful legs moving so slowly over mine, inching them apart muddled my thinking. I couldn’t stand to not have my hands on you.
I grazed my nails over your chest, downward over your belly, downward…
I felt your short intake of breath as I found the good I sought.
“‘For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.’”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
wink
struuter
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by Chef Troy *
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But, Chef, you know all’s fair in love (sex) and war…
“Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent”
–Much Ado About Nothing, Act 2, Scene i
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Thanks, Chef!
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Hey, cut it out! You know how shy Diane is! snicker
I think I’m in love!
Nearly rendered speechless, I can say nothing, save:
“Get thee to a nunnery”
–Hamlet, Act 3, Scene i
:eek:
Sorry, wrong card:
“Mistress, know yourself:
down on your knees,
And thank heaven, fasting,
for a good man’s love”
–As You Like It, Act 3, Scene v (emphasis mine)
(I know I used that one before. So shoot me.)
Struuter, we’re destinted to be married. You’ve just seen how impressive “Mr. Snake” is. And the bard himself said:
“Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage”
–Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene v
That Shakespeare is amazing. Four centuries before it became a common problem, he was warning people about romance in the office.
Excuse me? What’s up with that? You restrict me, but you neglect to do so with a friend of mine who’s younger than me and doesn’t post much. How rude.
Hey, I didn’t mean it ugly, hon. Check your e-mail.
Heavens to Betsy…I’m glad you liked it, DRY. Upon a second reading, I find it lacking, but if you found it amusing so much the better. Do you go around proposing to all the ladies?
Doesn’t matter, I’m honored.
‘A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.’
-Merry Wives of Windsor,Act III, Scene IV