As night drew in, the men of the town began to drift away and soon enough Edward was alone with just the serving wenches for company; they flittered about removing empty jugs, mazers and grease-smeared plates from the room. He called out for a cup of wine and soon his drink was placed down in front of him on the rough wood of the trestle. He lifted the clay cup and downed the contents in one; the liquid was syrupy, yet sweet and warm. Within a matter of heartbeats he was feeling the glow of summer sunshine in his veins. The lids of his eyes began to weigh heavy, yet he felt awake and alive like never before. Giggles and whispered words broke his reverie and he looked up to see the women in the room had moved closer and that they were now undressing in a slow and seductive fashion. He rubbed disbelievingly at his eyes, but yet the maids were still there and all too real. One stepped forward - a raven-haired beauty of maybe eighteen summers - and she proceeded to uncover her ample cleavage. Edward felt his groin burn with passion, his hands now reaching out to cup the fulsome breasts as they neared. Then another woman was behind him, massaging his scalp with her talon-nails as the other maids removed his boots, hosen and tunic. Within moments, he was on the rushes, naked, and writhing as the women rubbed, grasped, scratched, bit and licked his skin. He felt the enveloping of his glands as his manhood entered a soft, warm mouth and he shuddered as teeth raked down his shaft and then back again. Looking up, he saw the glistening cleft of a fair-haired girl lower towards his face, and soon enough he was using his tongue to probe and tease the swollen pink-bud. The room was filled with frenzied groans, gasps and cries as the women took turns to pleasure each other and then to slake their wants and needs upon their knightly prey. Edward, for his part, withstood the temptation to exult in the final push and, instead, thrust and licked and clawed and writhed until he had provided ecstasy to each and every maid in the room. His glistening jaw ached, his member throbbed and his back began to stiffen, yet he continued to prove his virility until the last of the women’s lust was spent and he was finally able to finish his own noble duty by hand and thus onto the countenance of a star-gazing beauty. He fell back onto the scratchy rushes and wallowed in the glory of his sexual prowess and his undoubted ability to plunder pleasure from this cabal of vixens. Then sleep came quickly.
Everyone knows Ponders is an author Ponders, would you be able to give more details of the novel closer to it's release date. I think I'd like to purchase a copy<oK>
I have never revealed my true identity, Gas. I did so in the past, but then someone took umbrage to my political views and dropped me in the **** with my publishers. However, I may revise this policy in time.
"he was finally able to finish his own noble duty by hand and thus onto the countenance of a star-gazing beauty" This was the best bit
Look, I was trying to get freebies from yer publishers and they widny play ball so I hud tae give them something on ye. Sorry. I got a free mug with matching t-shirt.
