PROLOGUE:
I'm paid for pleasure.
Wicked stories about me reach my ears, and so does the woman. Many women enter my door for sinful things. Especially married women. Husbands claim land, women, and coins. For most, it's a coin and a woman.
In my town, women are breeders to expand their family names. Spread for their purpose and the pleasure of their husbands. A duty to be domesticated.
For me, it's much more...
A delectable duchess, a maid, teachers, virgins, and even a few ladies of the night, all with exquisite flavors that touch my tongue. The beauty of the arts is how they look after their pleasures. Complete with lustful droopy eyes and a mess of hair, and the feminine energy sizzles through them. They feel beautiful.
It started off as a younger lad and the young girls giggling with each other. School days of hide and seek. Once I seeked under a dress, I knew my life would change forever!
Once rumors started, I started sharing my wicked ways, and I was lifting skirts behind the playground. It became known that I muffled the loins of the skirts that flew. Yes, it was sinful as they lifted, but I had them giggling till they moaned. I had many schoolgirl crushes in my day.
Ah, to be young again.
I took great pride in my reputation as the Muffler Man. As I got older, my taste got a bit more developed, and my doors were opened to aristocratic women. They seek my services beyond the proper rules of society. Fluttering their fans as they shared naughty experiences. Their husbands, who claimed many lovers but held a wife for society's pressures, never made love.
So they come from near and far, spreading their skirts. Supplies me with a lifestyle of exquisite tastes, and I have a taste for many things.
I'm a hidden secret, a gentleman first, who has gained a reputation as a lover of sorts. Women talk to me. I listen, hear their wants, and explore their needs. Just a simple hand holding experience leaves them giggling like schoolgirls. They like to be petted, told they are beautiful, and expressed an interest beyond the labels of dressmakers.
Shamefully, I've had their first orgasm on my tongue, and these women have been married for years!
Trapped!
Wouldn't you want her pleasures under you?
Could you stand humping a dead fish!
