Saucy soldiers and fruity fillies whilst Anselm attends to his herb garden

Brother Anselm was on his knees tending to his herb garden when he became acutely aware of a presence in the vicinity. Turning his head he glimpsed the profile of a young woman in a floaty white night dress dipping in and out of the tress, as if fleeing from some hidden pursuer. And then he saw the man, a soldier dressed in the tunic of the church, quickly followed by several more armed men.

Anselm stood and followed, his anxiety levels rising as to the nature of the pursuit. When he eventually caught up he was at once shocked and relieved by the scene he was to witness.

The girl had been joined by a second were in a clearing with the four soldiers. All of the assembled were drinking heavily and one of them was building a fire. Clearly the pursuit had been part of the fun and had no malicious intent. The girls sat on the soldiers’ laps and lusty kisses were exchanged as they moved from one man to another, voluntarily, without coercion. The games became more lusty and passionate as clothes were discarded and the girls danced naked around a roaring fire, whilst drinking mead which poured over their exposed breasts.

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The girls were young and firm and their dancing had an intoxicating power to it that fired Anselm up. He could have stayed and watched more and even as he left one of the girls had sat astride a soldier and the lovemaking had begun, but it was his own desire and passion that he wanted to sate, as soon as humanly possible. He knew he would be taking a risk but he wanted to enjoy the nubile Anna Maria once more and so he made his way to the secret entrance he had been shown when he had taken the potent sexual elixirs to the prince, stopping only to collect some aphrodisiacs for his own use and perhaps his lovers’ too.

Stopping at the entrance for a moment to listen for the sound of activity he quietly turned the heavy iron door knob and stepped inside. Slipping into one of the hidden passageways with which he was familiar from the days of the castle’s previous rich and lusty occupant he travelled unseen to the bedroom of the lady. He pushed the viewing slide a couple of inches and looked within.

This Silk Stocking Story to be continued on Tuesday when we enjoy the monk’s raunchy voyeurism and his unexpected pleasures.