History of women dating:
As the rain increased in intensity, I went into the reading room almost deserted: the castle library dreaming of woman dating. Even though I am married I love to have sexy thought about other women. I am a romantic gentleman and I always been fascinated by woman. Their beautiful body, the softnest of their voices... Dimly lit, the library had a luxurious appearance, concealing the wooden shelves on which books were stored. After strolling, I finally found a book on the history of the Cathars. I
leafed casually leaning against the wall of the room. For convenience, I put down the bag containing the Christmas present I bought for my wife.
My attention was attracted by a woman who was perched on a stool. Wearing a short skirt suggesting her legs in black stockings, she clearly felt some difficulty grasping the book she wanted. It made me think of a beautiful woman with whom I had a brief relationship after a few encounters via Jalf.
Suddenly, her foot slid and sank one of her heels. The needle broke and I hurried to pick it up. Confused and slightly blushing, she came down. So desirable, her face radiated the typical charm of Hispanic women. I took the initiative to climb the stool to give her the book she wanted. Imagine my surprise when I noticed, not without malice, that this was the place reserved for the erotic and literature works of the past centuries.
Scarlet was her name. She thanked me and said she would return. Adopting a provocative attitude, I told her she would have problem trying to leave with half a shoe. Expecting an answer, I was playing with the broken shoe (size thirty-eight) and she smile. I was wondering which way she would choose, leaving offended or giving me the other one to play the game I was proposing. Faced with her silence, I cleared my voice slightly afraid to afraid her...
- So which of those books do you like most? Philosophy in the boudoir from Sade? The memoirs of Fanny Hill, The eleven thousand rods of Apollinaire? Or maybe an erotic fable of medieval times?
Finally, she said she like the erotic fable whose author remained anonymous the best.
- Now let me go and mind your business stranger.
To which I replied that I would do so after she had read me, out loud, a pass from book I just chose in the sexy section. Standing before me she accepted. She took the book from me and began to read after some hesitation:
"A priest entered the home of the Lady
he had confessed the night before
He locked the door with the latch.
Regardless of the fortuitous presence of a cuckold husband,
He went upstairs, spied a woman sitting naked
Who painted her long hair
He rushed straight into the live fire
Took her by the head
And he presented his member
She wrapped her tongue
Poured on the layer,
And her mouth
He made the thing a woman
Appreciates all the things:
Kissing his cup moist nectar
He hastened to breathe, drink like a trooper "
As she continued reading, I kissed her neck and whispering obscenities, I undid the top of her blouse and caressed her breasts that quickly got harder.
The reading was interrupted only by the librarian who past to arranged some books and then disappeared. The young woman turned around:
- It is not reasonable. I have to go before we committed the irreparable ...
- Do you think the books that you were about to flick had sponsored reasonable people? Turn yourself and please continue reading, I said with a stronger voice ....
Hesitant, she cleared her throat and continued:
