A COMEDY OF ERRORS

Amid the rehearsals of‘The Taming of the Shrew’ . . .

“C’mere dear one,” he said, in his most resonant tone of seduction. She was teasing him with her eyes, and he wasn’t about to let her get away with it.

She was a bawdy wench, Lilith, with few morals. She knew that going to bed with this fierce and tender “man in tights” as she called him, would be heaven.

“You have to catch me first,” she whispered, as she shook her head and her behind, with the same lewd motion. She turned and tried to scamper out of the dressing room, only to be hauled back by his strong hand.

“You’re going nowhere, my pretty,” he murmured, as he pulled her close. Planting his face between her breasts, he smelled the perfume of some sweet cheap toilet water and her sweat. He let the fragrance cover his face, as he moved from one breast to the other, from one exposed nipple to the next, as he pulled down the front of her 16th century costume.

She was oblivious, not even thinking, in some fairy dreamland, having his rough bearded face pressed into her soft home. She ran her fingers through his thick blonde hair, and simply moaned, throwing back her head as his nibbles turned into testy love bites.

“You belong over my knee, you little shrew,” he charged, as he pulled away from her breasts, remembering who he was about to fuck.

“Ah! I’m not the shrew in this cast,” she countered readily.

“Yes, but you’re the one I’m taming, remember?” His hand reached down to the hem of her dress and explored inside the massive costume for her flesh, for her legs and thighs. The sumptuous feel of quivering womanly flesh was a treasure in his hands. He pressed his advantage to go deeper.

“You’re taking advantage of me,” she protested without pulling away from him.

“Of course I am, wench, you want it, don’t you?”

“But you said you’d spank me for openers.”

“And what’s wrong with that? You’d be surprised how aroused you’ll get.”

He had her ass in both hands, her voluminous skirts were all over the place; but he’d c