*GASP* Julian-Smut!
Before I picked up my horse I saw the stable boy today. He smiled at me with a knowing that I don't know what he knows his knowing knows. It didn't stop me from staring at his gorgeous body while his back was turned.
I've been feeling a little unsettled today. It's all because of last night. In bed with Lady. He haunted my thoughts whilst i copulated her good copulatables.
Normally if I'm tired after a long day of being filthy rich i just follow my usual sex mantra:
***JUST KEEP THRUSTING AND THINK OF ENGLAND!***
But that night he was on my mind, his deep piercing eyes, his defined chest, his bulging trou- I MUST STOP THIS THINKING. I got all the experimental tendacies out at Harvard with the other chaps, that was all in good spirits, all though i did hear that Brendan is requested to be called "Kag" lately. That reminds me...the maid is familar....
I tried to shake of these thoughts as i coaxed my horse back into the stable. Sweating, i pulled of my shirt, muscels glistening in the semi-light of the stable. and as i turned to the door, there he was, his man arder barely concealed by his riding chaps.
He swung the door shut and strutted towards me. My head and sensibilities were yelling "No", but my raging erection was screaming "YES! YES!"
He was quite agressive as he threw me down his tongue exploring my mouth deeply. I melted into his embrace, until i realised what was happening.
I threw him off me and with a very embarressed voice, said "Sir, I have a wife!" and strode from the stable, not turning back until I reached the back door of the manor and the stables were just a shack in the distance.
I wouldn't be taken in by such things....would I?
I've been feeling a little unsettled today. It's all because of last night. In bed with Lady. He haunted my thoughts whilst i copulated her good copulatables.
Normally if I'm tired after a long day of being filthy rich i just follow my usual sex mantra:
***JUST KEEP THRUSTING AND THINK OF ENGLAND!***
But that night he was on my mind, his deep piercing eyes, his defined chest, his bulging trou- I MUST STOP THIS THINKING. I got all the experimental tendacies out at Harvard with the other chaps, that was all in good spirits, all though i did hear that Brendan is requested to be called "Kag" lately. That reminds me...the maid is familar....
I tried to shake of these thoughts as i coaxed my horse back into the stable. Sweating, i pulled of my shirt, muscels glistening in the semi-light of the stable. and as i turned to the door, there he was, his man arder barely concealed by his riding chaps.
He swung the door shut and strutted towards me. My head and sensibilities were yelling "No", but my raging erection was screaming "YES! YES!"
He was quite agressive as he threw me down his tongue exploring my mouth deeply. I melted into his embrace, until i realised what was happening.
I threw him off me and with a very embarressed voice, said "Sir, I have a wife!" and strode from the stable, not turning back until I reached the back door of the manor and the stables were just a shack in the distance.
I wouldn't be taken in by such things....would I?