Here is my erotic tale, so without firther ado, here we go! Please feel free to Enjoy it at your leisure.
I was walking along the local path to my favourite English country garden. It is a very leafy path. The sun dappled on my pink nipples. My hairy nipples. My erect nipples. My pulsating pierced nipples- yes, I had them done three months ago. It was painful, but worth it. Now when the wind blows upon my nipples, I feel a sense of deep, deep pleasure, pulsating around my lower regions. The Pleasure goes from my chest down to my love-rod like delicious lightning.
Oh! BUT first, let me tell you a bit about myself. I am neither fish nor flesh. I am a ghost. The ghost of a dashing prince, Prince Regent from the eighteenth century. I am a handsome man, not a rancid man. I used to live in the castle of St James, with my ladyservants. I could tell you some stories or two about that, well, one actually, about those depraved young buxom wenches and what they would do with a cucumber. But I won't. That's another story for another day, and another reader.
I am a real true dandy, and by God! am I randy!
Anyway, I arrived in the garden of Gillingham. And what a marvelous sight greeted my invisible ghost eyes! The Lord of the Manor, and the scullery maid, were sitting on a bench talking, and cavorting, under the shade of the big Willow tree, on the great lawns. She was buxom and dark, with the reddest lips like cherries, while he was a dashing young tweeded heir to the Gillingham Kingdom. He was fondling her fancy in a most pleasurable way! And I do believe I heard him say " oh Fanny! What a lovely day to be sitting with my fingers in your moist wet hole. How simply magic! You pussy is so wet and inviting, it smells sweeter than the orange blossom on the old orange blossom tree"
And Fanny replied " Oh but your swollen member excites me so! Oh Lord Gillingham, may I put it in my mouth? I fear my trembling lips will not hold it's throbbing mass, and I may spill your hot seed upon my scullery dress, arousing the suspicion of your dear wife, Lady Diana."
"Do not fear her" the Lord replied "for I made love with her this morning inside the greenhouses, and she sleeps away the afternoon in a dead faint. She'll be getting over it for many days. She's in a haze. So fuck her"
Fanny whimpered. "oh but it's you I'd like to fuck, sweet Lord Gillingham, with your dashing smile and huge throbbing prick, I want to suck it and put it into my pussy, and then maybe…"
" yes my darling Fanny..?"
