Dirty Little Secrets
The Dirty Little Secret Of Henry VIII
Henry knew things were to go downhill in the absence of his conscience. And with the evidence placed before him, he confirmed this statement to be true.
He looked down upon the other man kneeling before him, slowly untying the codpiece to his hose. His head was spinning. He knew this was a sin against god. But he wanted it. He wanted it since the first time he talked to the other man before him face to face. He felt the other man’s lips touch his skin.
And oh did he dream of those lips touching him all over his body.
Quickly, Henry was jerked backed to reality as his hose and breeches pooled around his ankles. He was now exposed to the other man before him. His legs shaking, his knees were becoming weak. He was scared but at the same time excited.
“Are you sure you want this your majesty?” The other man asked, “if anyone were to find us-“
Henry slowly ran his hand through the other man’s hair for encouragement.
“No one will know Crum,” Henry whispered, “it will be our little secret.”