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I arose the next morning, after a wonderful night's sleep in the manor. I'd just had a lovely, beautiful dream about drunkenly beating naked midgets whilst wearing leather.
Lord Flouncytrousers was still asleep, snoring through this snot-filled nose and drooling on his pillow. Probably not his best angle. I tiptoed daintily into the bathroom, careful not to wake Lord Flouncytrousers. Turning on the shower, I let the hot water and steam pour over my naked body, washing off the leftover whipped cream and the remaining bits of edible underwear still stuck to my buttocks. What a night. I shuffled around a little uncomfortably - a night with Lord Flouncytrousers always resulted in waking up with jelly legs, scratches down your back and a sore crotch.
I gazed out the window as I dried my hair. It was still early... I might go for a little early morning ride, I thought.
I strapped on my riding outfit - waist-high black pants, white button-up shirt, knee high boots, with a leather riding crop in one hand. No need for a helmet, I'd get helmet hair... I left my long black hair flowing behind me.
"Breakfast, madame?" offered one of my maids, Kag, as I descended into the kitchen.
"No thankyou, maybe later, my dear," I whispered, stroking her arm. She winked and I pulled away, walking outside towards the stables.
"Goodness, it's cold," I shivered, holding my arms over my chest. How awkward... the shirt was a little bit see through.
I entered the stable to the musty smell of hay and horse shit. I took a deep sniff.
"It's wonderful, isn't it?" A little voice came from the corner.
I looked around. Sprawled out in a pile of hay was the stable boy. He looked me straight in the eyes, but mine dropped to the ground. The boy was completely shirtless. Oh dear, I thought... that is by far the sexiest body I have ever seen. Should I sneak a peek? I looked up again, my legs turning to jelly again. Stable boy stood up, walking towards me.
"Yes," I replied finally. "I love the smell of hay and horse shit in the morning."
Before i knew it, stable boy had pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately, his hands fondling my breasts, my buttocks, my spleen. "Oh my," he whispered, fiddling with the belt of my pants. "How I love vagina pants."
With a crack, I flicked back my wrist and spanked him good and hard on the buttocks with my riding crop. He squealed orgasmically.
A horse snorted behind me. How rude. It brought me back to earth quickly.
"Stable boy," I said, re-buttoning up my shirt. "I am a married woman. Although you have come hitherl eyes and washboard abs, I must resist the urge to have sexual intercourse with you."
With that, I spun on my heel and walked out of the stable back towards the house, my heart beating hard against my chest. What was that all about? Oh well, Lord Flouncytrousers didn't need to know about it, did he?
Lord Flouncytrousers was still asleep, snoring through this snot-filled nose and drooling on his pillow. Probably not his best angle. I tiptoed daintily into the bathroom, careful not to wake Lord Flouncytrousers. Turning on the shower, I let the hot water and steam pour over my naked body, washing off the leftover whipped cream and the remaining bits of edible underwear still stuck to my buttocks. What a night. I shuffled around a little uncomfortably - a night with Lord Flouncytrousers always resulted in waking up with jelly legs, scratches down your back and a sore crotch.
I gazed out the window as I dried my hair. It was still early... I might go for a little early morning ride, I thought.
I strapped on my riding outfit - waist-high black pants, white button-up shirt, knee high boots, with a leather riding crop in one hand. No need for a helmet, I'd get helmet hair... I left my long black hair flowing behind me.
"Breakfast, madame?" offered one of my maids, Kag, as I descended into the kitchen.
"No thankyou, maybe later, my dear," I whispered, stroking her arm. She winked and I pulled away, walking outside towards the stables.
"Goodness, it's cold," I shivered, holding my arms over my chest. How awkward... the shirt was a little bit see through.
I entered the stable to the musty smell of hay and horse shit. I took a deep sniff.
"It's wonderful, isn't it?" A little voice came from the corner.
I looked around. Sprawled out in a pile of hay was the stable boy. He looked me straight in the eyes, but mine dropped to the ground. The boy was completely shirtless. Oh dear, I thought... that is by far the sexiest body I have ever seen. Should I sneak a peek? I looked up again, my legs turning to jelly again. Stable boy stood up, walking towards me.
"Yes," I replied finally. "I love the smell of hay and horse shit in the morning."
Before i knew it, stable boy had pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately, his hands fondling my breasts, my buttocks, my spleen. "Oh my," he whispered, fiddling with the belt of my pants. "How I love vagina pants."
With a crack, I flicked back my wrist and spanked him good and hard on the buttocks with my riding crop. He squealed orgasmically.
A horse snorted behind me. How rude. It brought me back to earth quickly.
"Stable boy," I said, re-buttoning up my shirt. "I am a married woman. Although you have come hitherl eyes and washboard abs, I must resist the urge to have sexual intercourse with you."
With that, I spun on my heel and walked out of the stable back towards the house, my heart beating hard against my chest. What was that all about? Oh well, Lord Flouncytrousers didn't need to know about it, did he?