A young Washington Irving
Washington Irving had a strong feel for satire, and his first successful book , A History of New York, parodied the self importance that was prevalent of many New Yorkers at the time. He wrote this book under the pseudonym, Diedrich Knickerbocker, and launched his own brilliant promotional campaign to generate interest in his book. He placed several missing persons ads in the newspaper seeking to find the crusty old Dutch Historian, Knickerbocker. He also placed ones that were supposedly from the hotel where he was staying, stating that if he failed to pay his bill, then they would publish his book and collect the royalties. The story held the public in thrall, and they rushed to buy it when it came out.*
The fictional Diedrich Knickerbocker
Thus, Diedrich Knickerbocker was born, and would go on to be a part of New York's history to this day. Think the New York Knicks, residents of Manhattan being referred to as Knickerbockers, the Knickerbocker Hotel, and the Knickerbocker Theatre on Broadway.
But Irving wasn't done with good ol' Diedrich yet. He reappears in Irving's Book The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, a collection of short stories including "Rip Van Winkle" and "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." He is especially an integral part of Sleepy Hollow. The beginning of the story states that it was found amongst the papers of 'the late Diedrich Knickerbocker'. As the story is told in first person, it begs the question of how Knickerbocker would know so much about the interior thoughts and intimacies Ichabod and Katrina shared. Unless...
And this how my Diedrich was born when I added him into the Clandestine Classic version of Sleepy Hollow. For how else would Knickerbocker know so much unless he was intimately involved with both Ichabod and Katrina? As in the third to their lusty threesome. And lusty they are. Here is a small extra-hot excerpt that includes a younger, and decidedly less grumpy Diedrich:
By the time we had cleared the top of the ladder, Katrina’s ample
breasts were exposed to our eyes, her peachy nipples at a hard peak. All that
she had left to divest herself of were her undergarments, and she did so slowly
and saucily, creating more discomfort for my crotch. I could tell this would
not do for what I had planned, wanting to take my time with her tied up to the
railing and taking her downstairs as well where I could tie her to a post and
whip her. I would not last in this condition.
“My dearest lovers, I’m afraid I need a quick release in order to
facilitate this evening’s games more effectively.”
Both Ichabod and I were still near the top of the ladder standing in the
loft, and Katrina—now completely nude—crawled over to us. She looked up at
Ichabod and winked. He dropped to his knees, and they began to pull at the
opening of my pants. Katrina tugged them down to my ankles, whilst Ichabod
cupped my bollocks with his long fingers, teasing and tickling the underside in
the way he knew I loved so well. He then presented my pulsing staff to Katrina,
and she sucked it into her mouth greedily, taking
it all the way in.
I suppose for the sake of clarification only, I should mention that
whilst I am not short changed in the manhood department, my cock did not
present as much of a challenge as Ichabod’s gargantuan member did. She suckled
me in a hungry manner, pulling at my shaft with her hot moist mouth, sending
delicious shivers up my spine. Ichabod replaced his hands with his mouth on my testicles,
and sucked each in one at a time, licking them boisterously. As I was already
in a fevered state before they began, their lusty mouths on both cock and balls
simultaneously afforded me no chance to resist, and I spent my seed down the
lovely Katrina’s throat.
I fell to my knees in thanks to them both. I kissed each one in
succession, my fingers entwined in their hair, tasting first my salt, then my
musk on their tongues.
Pick up a copy HERE and read the rest of this saucy menage.
* Information gathered from Wikipedia on Washington Irving.
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