An elixir of love for the lovely Anna Maria

Anselm stood and walked to his special shelf, reserved for only those concoctions that could stir the blood. He selected his most treasured potion, an elixir whose recipe was known only to a handful of initiates and which had been passed down by word of mouth to the chosen few over the centuries until now, when perhaps only three or maybe four knew of it. This sex elixir was designed to liberate women and so had been suppressed and condemned by the church. It made a Magdalene out of a Mary had screamed one bishop and perhaps he was right. But Anselm believed that it stripped away those inhibitions that a male dominated society placed on every woman, condemned as sinner and measured against a saint.

He handed the vial to Anna Maria and suggested she drink the potion in on ego. He poured a glass of wine so that she would be able to counter the unpleasant aftertaste. She clasped the vial between thumb and forefinger and quickly emptied the container down her throat. Within minutes she reported a dull sensation behind the eyes and a burning sensation in her face. Then she said there was a strange taste in her mouth. After ten minutes she relaxed and sat back in her chair, staring into the fire and with a sensual and inviting smile on her face.

Anselm sat back, enjoying the anticipation and the company of a stunningly beautiful young woman. She must have been at least twenty years younger than he, he thought. He admired her shape, emphasised by her thin wet dress and he glanced at her well turned ankle, longing to kiss and caress it.

Anna Maria began to enjoy the warm sensation in the pit of her stomach and she felt increasingly relaxed. She was ultra aware of her body and had a rising desire to feel pleasure. She looked at Anselm amorously and decided she liked what she saw. He would be the tool that would bring her to orgasm she decreed.

Standing, Anna Maria placed herself in front of the fire and threw the towel that Anselm had given her to dry herself to the side. She pushed at the shoulders of her white cotton under dress and it slipped slowly to the floor, pausing for a fraction of a second as it negotiated the curve of her breasts. She stood naked before him and began to move sensuously, swivelling on her heels so that he enjoyed a good view of every inch of her incredible body.

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