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Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Being the true and unexpurgated autobiography of Geoffrey Plantagenate, of whom much has been written but much untrue. Sir Geoffrey here gives his own account; judge for yourself of you believe him.
Let me introduce myself: Geoffrey Wincanton Maria Plantagenate
It would, I think, be best to start with a little history. The Plantagenets were dispossessed of their rightful, legal, royal position when that illegitimate claimant falsely named Henry VII came to the throne and founded the Tudor 'dynasty'. We know how well that turned out, a fat, power crazed son, a sickly son, a couple of virgin daughters and the line died out; but instead of returning to the rightful line, the Stuarts were prevailed upon. That too failed after a couple of generations. One might almost have thought God was telling the English something. Meanwhile, in rural Warwickshire, the Plantagenets continued quietly. Right down to 1845 when my father was born. By this time the name had changed a little; and since I am the second son, and my father was the younger son, I am claiming no direct right to the throne. I am simply establishing that I come from an ancient and impressive line. That we are now 'in trade' diminishes us in others' eyes, but our history teaches us that the person is worth what they are worth, not the value that someone else puts on them.
My father is a skilled carpenter, one of the best I know. I did not inherit much of his talent, but I did inherit enough to be able to recognise the skill of understanding the grain and 'soul' of wood. He has that. He also had ambitions for myself and my brother. My elder brother was able to go to Oxford with some help from a distant relation, but the family finances would not run to sending two of us, so I was encouraged to learn a trade. My skills in that direction were, as I have suggested, not as high as my father's; but I worked hard and saved hard and bought one of the new photographic camera devices with a view to understanding the modern world. Father was less than effusive in his enthusiasm. He views modern technology as unnecessary, and lacking in 'soul'. He is a big believer in soul. I found I was able to take quite passable pictures. Established a small practice taking reproductions of people and their houses.
The first adventure, if it can be called so, occurred with the agency of the camera