1. The Secret Life of Anne Boleyn


    Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: candytales, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    pure white flawless skin. She looked quite vulnerable but when our lips met in a tender and sensuous kiss she took my hand and placed it on her warm breast. I am slightly taller than she is but it was no impediment to the embrace that signalled her desire for me and she gasped softly as my other hand began to explore the sensitive flesh between her legs. She parted them slightly and moaned quietly as my finger found the moist opening of her sweet vagina. “I love you,” She whispered. “I love you too,” I replied then we kissed passionately and moved towards the bed. Anne climbed onto the bed and watched as I started to remove my clothing as quickly as I could. Anne was reclining against the pillows and stroking the inner parts of her little valley and as I stepped out of my bloomers I tossed my mane of long blonde hair she asked me to draw the curtains before we became settled. I did her bidding then slowly crawled towards her. Her knees were up and her legs wide apart but the soft light of the fire was enough to see the tantalising pinkness of her feminine opening. I wasn’t concerned that The King had previously penetrated her there and planted his seed deep inside in fact I had a pleasing vision in my mind of a stream of his creamy fluid trickling out after he had withdrawn. She looked longingly at me and said, “I wish my duckies were as big as yours and my bush so fine.” “You are perfect as you are my darling,” I replied. “Perhaps,” she said, “But if the King were here now ...
    methinks he would prefer to fuck you in favour of me.” “But I am just a humble servant girl and not worthy of royal attention,” I said meekly. She looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes and said, “Well you will be getting it from me very soon,” and then she grasped my hand and pulled me on top of her. It was just so lovely to feel my skin against hers once again and caress those heavenly nipples but it was the feeling of her tongue in my mouth that was making my heart beat faster. Anne willingly arranged her legs so that I could slot between them and as soon as our intimate flesh touched we both gasped. It was as though a tiny bolt of lightning had passed between us and we gyrated our hips slowly and sensuously so that our little buttons rubbed against each other. “Shall we use tongues?” Anne suggested softly and in a seamless movement we found ourselves on our sides with our faces buried in each other’s honeypots. I could feel the Queen’s tongue licking my cunny flesh and I knew that the juice from my baby hole was leaking profusely. At the same time I was sucking her stiff button that protruded perhaps half an inch beyond its protective hood. Henry had probably never even touched it apart from with his pelvis as he plunged his royal cock in and out of her but her soft feminine moaning as I sucked it told me that this was what she meant by tenderness. The delicious flavour of her sweet womanhood excited my taste buds to a point where I was almost slavering and I was ...
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