Taking Up The Sword

Well hello and Hi!.

Tis I here! Just arrived from history on my trusty steed Ned.

I have a need to find an armour buffer as mine be slightly tarnished from all the years I have spent on the road. When I say "On the road" that is what I mean. Many amongst you may surmise that the life of a Knight is something to be admired, well I beg to differ. Living day to day by ones wits and sword prowess is not what a country boy should be doing. Twood rather I be about the fields tending maids and a milking cattle than milking maids and tending battle as is my bane.

A life of toil and servitude to one's Lord Master is a burden. Forever being told to go kill this beast, go rescue this maiden, go gather an army and defend the castle, go escort the lady wife to the bathing house, though there are some chores that are not! if ones gets my wink'ed eye. Oh chastity and honour why did you desert me at a time most dour. Why oh why did my knightly skills fall foul of the naked breast and mound of such a fair maid? Why didst I lunge instead of lounge? what demon possessed me to via grate myself at her quim?

Lust the demoniacal, pleasure the reward and guilt the banner to be carried henceforth.
Woe, woe, woe your boat.........Hmmm I mean Woe, woe woe is me for my humanity, and scarlet of face was she at the sight of my naked, scarred flesh. I canst still hear the echo of her slap as she struck from behind and her unfettered laughter at the redness of my cheeks. I crumbled as to dust in the wind that was, and is still, her beauty. Also her huge puffy breasts did not go amiss nor the fact she was grasping my appendage with such fervor and want.

Moist of loin, not dissimilar to shank of lamb by the way, we did entwine and shag for a few minutes, kiss for an few more then shag, shag, shag. A quick drink and toilet. Then back to the shagging. I was shagged! Her Ladyship was shagged! My steed Ned, did almost beget a similar gift. I fancy he too wanted a shag but he was tied to a post and could only offer a hard stare at the filly left roaming the hillock outside the bathhouse. It is a fact of which I am not proud that most of my batheing day way spent fulfilling her Ladyship's desires. I full filled her quite a few times in fact. Knights are trained to perform to high standards in all we endeavour.

What was a poor knight to do?


to be cont'd