CAW 22 Entry: Dreadnought

I apologize to both Marie Stopes and Robert Falcon Scott if they’d consider this libelous. A lot of these words are Marie’s own, taken completely out of context, from her scandalous blockbuster pamphlet “Married Love” (a quite turgid and tame work by today’s standards). By their fruits you will know them. Maybe she should be co-author.

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The midshipman emerged from the impressive paneled doors. “The Captain will see you now mam.” He held the door open and Marie stepped over the threshold. ‘Cabin’ hardly seemed like an apt description for the space, mused Marie; she’d rarely seen more impressively appointed apartments on land.

Marie, or Dr Marie Carmichael Stopes D.Sc, B.Sc, if you were being formal, was visiting her old friend and collaborator Robert. That is, Captain Robert Falcon Scott RN, CVO and hero of the Antarctic, to also be formal. Robert was the flag captain (that is he drove the admiral around in his boat) of the dreadnought battleship HMS Victorious, one of the most powerful ships afloat with which Britain projected her power overseas. The though of all that power at Robert’s command quite turned Marie’s head at times. It quite turned her on, though she didn’t have that phrase in her vocabulary.

Robert was studying a document when Marie entered, he was scowling. He looked up and brightened somewhat as Marie entered “What ho, Marie” he greeted her.

Marie noticed his sour demeanor. “Why so glum, sailor boy?”

Robert let the appellation slide by, he’d have been furious if anyone but Marie had addressed him so. “Kathleen is being really impossible. We had a flaming row, I think she’s been seeing that cad Cannan.” Both Robert and (Gilbert) Cannan were suitors to the lovely socialite Kathleen (Bruce).

Marie didn’t want her friend to be down like this, she though she might be able to cheer him up, and help both of them, but first she had business. She walked around his large desk and sat, not very demurely, upon it. “I just wanted to see my Robert one last time, I’m off to Japan next week. I won’t see you for years, longer if your next trip comes off.” It was looking like Robert would captain another Antarctic polar expedition in the next few years. Marie had an interest in the outcome. “I just wanted to remind you how important those fossils are to me. The whole future of Gondwanaland hinges on this.” Robert nodded in agreement.

Marie was a renowned paleobotanist, and was championing the theory that all the continents used to be joined together forming a super continent, named Gondwanaland. If fossils could be found in Antarctica, this would be strong evidence for the theory. Robert’s bravery in trying to reach the pole turned her on, that Robert might help her prove this theory also turned her on.

She was turned on enough that she started something she might otherwise think unwise. “I also wanted to see ‘Little Falcon’ one more time.” ‘Little Falcon’ was her pet name for Robert’s penis. Robert quite understood where this was leading, she had his attention. Marie continued, “My sexual tide is at flood. My menstruation started two weeks ago.” Robert understood her, he’d had this discussion before and it usually ended well. Marie’s intellectual curiosity led her to study the nascent science of sexology, her sexual energy sometimes got the better of her and this was her attempt to understand her motivations. Her theory was a woman’s desire ebbed and flowed like the tides, but twice a month, just before her period and also mid cycle. She’d been turned on before boarding the ship, Robert’s impressive presence just fanned the fire.

“I know man’s desire is perpetual.” Marie played with the lace of her dress, pulling it down from her shoulders, she then started working on her princess slip. That also slipped of her shoulders, leaving her naked to the waist. Marie had dressed rather briefly that morning, not the usual five layers a society woman might wear, just the two,leaving off the corset and associated layers. She considered she did not need a brassiere, especially today, her breasts were not large, and usually not unruly, especially mid cycle.

Robert didn’t need any other hint, he leaned forward and started nuzzling her breasts. He licked and sucked on her nipples, the tender fondling with his lips was working its magic on Marie; she had already been receptive, but now his lips, pressed against her bosom was making her ready for complete and satisfactory union. “Do you want to remind me of the anatomy?” Robert was notably intelligent, for a naval officer, he knew the anatomy perfectly well, however he enjoyed her demonstrations. He’d noted she got really horny when she demonstrated it (though that word was not in his lexicon either).

Marie jumped up off of his desk, completed disrobing, her dress and slip ending up on the floor. Definitely one of the ecstasies of love was the unveiling of a woman thought Robert. Marie stood in just her drawers and hopped back on the desk, landing on Robert’s blotter. The crotch of the drawers parted, such was the current fashion in underwear, to reveal her genitals.

Marie expounded, “Here we see both the exterior and interior lips round the vagina, both are tumescent as is the clitoris. The clitoris is a small vestigial organ which corresponds morphologically to the man’s penis, and which, like it, is extremely sensitive to touch-sensations.