A midnight visit from my fair lady Anna

“Lady Anna Maria, to what do I owe this honour?” Brother Anselm stood in the doorway to his humble quarters, thankful that his profession allowed him more privacy than the other monks. Given his proclivities and in particular his weakness for the fairer sex it was a good thing! Another thing he was grateful for was his loose fitting and substantial woollen tunic, in her wet and clinging clothing she was highly arousing.

“Can I come inside?” asked the girl, losing all sense of her high status, rank and privilege.

“Of course, come in.” Anselm beckoned her in with his hand and as she passed she stopped momentarily, looking at him as if she had never noticed him properly before. Then she carried on and he ushered her to a seat near to the fire. He asked if she wanted a drink and she joked that she needed a really special potion, one that would make her attractive to her husband to be.

“But you are already magnificent my lady and I’m sure that no man could resist you.”

“What do you know of earthly love Friar?” asked Anna Maria. “What knowledge have you of pleasures of the flesh?”

Even as she spoke she blushed but Anselm had been reading the signals and he knew that this was his opportunity to make a move.

“My lady I have not always been a monk, and as a monk I am afraid I have not always been a good one. My usefulness to the abbey is in my ability to create medicines from the many plants that I grow in my herb garden. In an age of darkness my learning is much valued and it gives me a, shall I say, freedom that other monks do not have.” Anselm allowed the words and his deeper meanings and suggestions to hang in the air.

Handing Anna Maria a towel with which to dry her fine locks he carried on: “As you know I am aware of the true ways of the world and I am sure that you have benefitted no doubt from the herbal remedies I recently provided for your husband to be?”

Anselm raised an eyebrow to elicit a response fully knowing that the topic bordered on the embarrassing and the sinful. He didn’t care. He looked her straight in the eye, his lust struggling to be contained, his passion evident in his eyes.

“Prince Jose and I are yet to be married monk so hold your tongue.” Though Anna Maria’s words were harsh and uncompromising her tone was unconvincing. Anselm leaned towards her with a glint in his eye.

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