External Link/Members Only And gentleman by your leave - now will I tell forth what happened to me - by the holy saints’s lives
dawn began to open the dark vulva of the heavens - as I upsaddled on my faithful Rociante rode
forth - blissful and eager - the dawn chorus trilling in my ears and bright birds flitting - down
forsooth into the plague ridden dotage of this world - looking to drink from a different barrel - for
certain I am influenced by spring in my thirsty lust and amorousness - it was foretold by the
wise astrologers on here that pleasures would be found - although no cock in cunt - under the
hands of privy’s exotic wenches - at the sepulchre with the sign of the colt’s tooth - a modern
spic span whorehouse - no sign of sawdust or lice - an offering of bathing - near the forsaken
bear pit of the theatre -
on the table I layed down faced with my head through a hole unable to move - unable to feast on
the wench’s attractions - I asked for certain tricks that would on me turn but my large breasted
brazilian beauty said she did not understand - not or whether - no choice but to submit to her
routine and so it went on and on and on - firm and relaxing- sensual but not at all sexual - or
arousing due to no intimate touching of my manly — and no sight of her oiled slippery
nakedness - her pendulous rounded breasts caressing my back - when I turned and
was told to move to the bed I found over forty minutes had gone and whatever uplift I had felt had
withered - after an indifferent slippery I beseeched - plight me my member heere in thine hand
quod me - but the wings of time had flocked - it was a lost cause -
value for an hour 160 groats NOT - would recommend self flagellation instead - it’s cheaper -
whether other privy wenches would do better or whether their routines stifle who knows - I tried to
laterask privy which was which - they cut me off -
