The wicked ways of lusty Brother Anselm

Anselm knew that he should not really be a monk. His beliefs were not nearly as strong as the many brothers he accompanied to evensong. He was in this business because it allowed him to have access to books, to study materials, so that he could engage in the kind of scientific experimentation that would be seen as heretical if subjected to the glare of the real world and all of the ignorant fools who subscribed to a real Satan and a book of words meant to be an inspirational metaphor for the richness of existence as being an exact record and guide.

And of course there was his other predilection, taboo sex. Any kind of sex was out of the question as it was against the rules of the Abbey and there were sever sanctions if discovered indulging in any lust of the body. But his desires went far beyond the normal and he was good at keeping his own counsel and his own matters private. Because of his status as the Abbey’s surgeon and his apparently ‘devout’ devotion to helping the poor and the sick he was able to disguise his actual life style quite well. So, he ate well, slept well, had a license to stray from the Abbey and even to miss certain prayers if his duties called him away. He had played his cards to perfection and whilst most of the country were out there starving and freezing to death, he was in here warm and well fed.

He despised most of his fellow monks with their devout ways, their total devotion to God and His service. Fools, he considered them, worshipping spirits, shadows that flickered across a wall, ephemeral, empty promises of a better life for the weak minded to follow like sheep. Still, if it allowed him to hide away and do what he wanted to do then it wasn’t so bad.

The only problem was the lack of attractive women never mind the availability of attractive women. The village girls were dirty and uneducated, they little more than grunted when they wanted to communicate, couldn’t read and did not understand the subtleties, the complexities, the possibilities of the world of sexual congress. He had ‘enjoyed’ an encounter with a lusty young peasant girl once but it was dreadful, her lack of sophistication angering him. And the smell... He had been forced to scrub the girl himself and though it had annoyed him, her lack of hygiene, he had enjoyed taking the rough scrubbing brush to her and the act of cleaning her had been even better than the perfunctory sex act that he had performed when she was fit for his attentions...

To be continued.

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