Sexual nirvana for Anna Maria

Anselm’s knowledge of the secret passageways inside the castle was once more put to good use, this time to allow him to make way to Anna Maria’s bedchamber. He moved swiftly and silently, unobserved, his palms tingling in anticipation of a lusty encounter with the aristocrat.

Inside the bed chamber Anna Maria was lying on the bed with one of her maid servants. The women were naked and sweat glistened on their bodies. The raunchy scene once again enflamed the monk’s passion and he cursed that she was not alone. The women kissed sensuously, their tongues entwined and teasing, exploring, pouting lips clasped together, sucking and consuming with lusty desire. Anna Maria’s beautiful curves looked more desirable than ever as her partner began to kiss her neck and then breasts, her destination clear and steady. As she was pleasured her head lolled and her back arched, the sensations intense and constant. Her legs were wrapped around her lover now and she used her hands to pull the girls’ head ever more into her, demanding harder and stronger strokes from her tongue, penetrating and soft.

Anna Maria was in sexual nirvana, the ecstasy of the girl’s touch combined with her partner’s irresistibly lithe and nubile body. Anselm enjoyed the girl’s lusty activities and her curvaceous behind, shapely and desirable. He longed to join in and take both women but that would be too much of a gamble.

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And then Anna Maria saw it, something strange and indefinable. Her eyes focussed, at once the passion subsiding as she began to make sense of the glimpse of light amid flashes of darkness from a painting on the bedroom wall. The eyes were moving she thought, immediately chastising herself for being a stupid girl with an over active fanciful imagination. She knew that her eyes must be playing tricks with her but as she furtively glanced in the direction of the painting once more the eyes once again blinked and she knew that she was being watched.

Whoever the voyeur was he or she must be enjoying the show she thought and she vowed to carry on, but with even more lusty intensity. Pulling the girl upwards the two bodies close and tight she once again engaged in kissing open mouthed the beautiful young handmaiden. She decided to take a gamble, her understanding growing and her interest piqued by this ‘stranger’ who had access to the secret passageways of her home.

“If only Anselm were here” she said, “with some of his love potions...”

To be continued soon when the Silk Stocking Story takes a shocking twist plunging Anselm in to the utmost danger.