>>5922466Of course your eyes fell to her breasts, of moderate size, exactly what you needed to take one in each hand, with pink nipples full of life, full of desire. You then dared to look down, unfortunately the rules of the order of the order of blueboard will forbid us to describe what you saw in detail so we will pass to her legs. A lady could sometimes show a bit of cleavage but not her legs of course, it would be scandalous, she had thin ankles, and even if she was short, impeccably proportionned limbs with quite thin creamy soft thighs sculpted by dance and horse riding. And her hips, by saint Denis, they were made to sprout children once you will fill them with your virility. You then looked at your face when you felt her soft hand touching a scar on your chest. She had an enigmatic smile and rosy cheeks, she awaited your verdict and it came quickly when you took her in your arms and began to explore her body. She jumped and her legs closed around your stomach. You then turned towards the wall, kissing and used it to support both of you when you kissed even if she was very light, it was more confortable so.
And then... And then speaking of confort I have, good readers, something to confess. Many a young gentleman, or even a lady would read some book about love, if they werre literate, or listened to a minstrel and probably heard sometimes someone talking about "making love in the bushes". These men, good sirs and fair ladies, are scoundrels, bandits of the highest order and probably have never done what they talk about. You see we may make love behind bushes, or near bushes, or hidden by bushes, or on the grass, or even in a haystack, why not, but bushes are pointy and disagreeable for this kind of business. All to say that, damp dungeons are too, disagreeable and prone to accidents. It was what happened, of course first lady Takable simply gasped at the contact of the cold stone with her hot skin but when you tried to move to the chair the old thing just crumpled.
And what happened, right before the first stage of what you wanted to do... Yes of course... you both fell on the ground floor, fortunately you were on the bottom so your sweet lady was not crushed, you just hit your back and your head harshly into the stone floor because of your savage lovemaking. Rose fell upon you and unfortunately took your forehead in the chin and bit her lip, hurting herself. Maybe it was God who wished that you did not sully your bride to be before marriage or some sad roll of a cosmic dice. Whatever she gasped in pain and told.
-Charles... Are you hurt...
Still coming to your senses you grumbled.
-I shall have the imbecile who brought this chair whipped... What is it here on the ground... Water or...
You were about to kiss her again when she screamed in a girlish and very afraid way.
-HIIIIIIII Chaaaaaarles ! Help meeeee !!!!
