I had rented a room on Canvey Island where you could see the Thames flow out into the North Sea, the fog rolling in blanketing the view in a silver mist.  I tried my best to be a gentleman, but as soon as we were in the room I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply, desperately.  I needed her so.  She still carried the taste of the punch from the ball, sweet and peachy.  She gasped into my maw and her hands gripped my paulders, pushing me away for a moment before she gave a quiet whimper and kissed be back.  She was... She was a very good kisser... I wasted no time in untying her dress, doing it quickly before sliding the straps off her shoulders and peeling her dress down slowly.  

She pulled out of our kiss and looked up at me with a smile, a little confident as she unbuttoned my shirt skilfully.  She told me that I wouldn’t be her first, a little timidly and embarrassed, but I just kissed her forehead and told her that she wasn’t mine either, and I didn’t care...  She buried her face in my bare chest and took a deep breath as I peeled off her corset, and ran my tongue along her curled horn.  She shivered and looked up at me, and her hands snuck down the front of my breeches.  I slid my hands around to her rump and gave her a squeeze before sweeping her up and taking her to the bed, laying her gently and kissing her deeply.  

She explored me with her hands thoroughly, and I’m proud to say I’m probably the best man she’s ever had hands on.  I was fresh out of training and hard as a stone, in more ways than one.  I could feel her soft wool against my tackle, as I explored her, giving little kisses over her face and neck, her shoulders and finally down to her smooth, furless chest... She wasn’t a bushel bubbie, but she wasn’t exactly flat either... She had perfect handfulls, and her bare skin must have been extra sensitive because when I gave her a little nip she squealed and gasped like a longtailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.  

She tasted so sweet... You can’t imagine it.  Nowadays every woman can afford those god-awful perfumes and french toilet waters, but she was clean... just soap and water, a little scented oil in her hair, maybe, but I doubt it.  It was just the pure taste of her flesh and sweat, and it drives a man wild... Not like that bitter-tasting, soured whale-vomit that they put in perfumes now.  My hands explored around her backside again... She was nice all around... everything was just enough without being too much.  Her wool was soft like warm clouds and wrapped around my fingers as hers combed through the fur on my head and neck while I visited her dairy.  I slid my hands forward around her thighs and spread them, sitting back to get a straight look at her money.  If she had told me I was her first I’d have believed it.  She was... utterly pristine, beautiful... after only a couple of moments i couldn’t stand it anymore and went to tipping the velvet...  Something that, if you’re ever in business of dabbing it up with a woman you intend to keep, you would be well advised to practice, enthusiastically.  She tugged and twisted my ears nearly off, but I managed to hold on until I had had my fill.  She looked down at me, red as rose, and I let her pull me up to her face for a few quick little kisses.  

She surprised me though.  She pushed on my shoulders and flipped me over quickly, straddling me and pressing her money right on my prick.  It was so hot, and wet, and she laid down over me pressing her diddeys against my chest while she rubbed her quim over me...  finally she kissed me deep, like she’d never see me again, and sat up quickly.  I could see a mischievous little smile on her lips... Now, I’m not a braggart, so don’t take this as a have on, but I’m a rather large man... Not particularly long, but a lady has a hard time getting one hand around it... And that smile... that little shimmer in her eye... She sat down with all her weight and screamed bloody murder!  I thought I’d ripped her open, but she sat back rode like an expert equestrian, back straight and chin up.  Heh... she was bloody gorgeous...  Anyway, we spent most of the night like that...She braced herself on my knees and I just watched her gorgeous body bounce up and down... I hope I don’t sound lazy, I offered to turn her over several times, but what can I say, the girl liked to take charge... The sun rose before I had let myself finish, and I gripped onto her hips and kissed her, and finally sent my knot home.  It was foolish, I know, but... When a man is drunk in love and sleepless and exhausted he gets a little careless... I’d almost say it was worth it though...