Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
I forgot I had a really sexy story to tell you, and I know what you’re thinking because of the title. Yes, Alfie is my one true dark Knight, but this story is about another knight in shining armor!
A few weekends ago, a small town near me hosted a Renaissance fair. My friends asked if I wanted to dress up and go with them. I was SO excited because I’d been to the Tournament of Kings in Vegas, but never an actual fair. We each wore little beer-wench dresses with corsets that had my tits nearly choking me out and elf-tipped ears. It felt like stepping into long-ago fantasy lands; everyone looked incredible as we wandered through the street. Deep into the ally, I heard a clash and clang of metal on metal and looked over to see a ring with REAL Knights fighting!
Kayla And The Dark Knight (Not Alfie 😉 )
The sun reflecting off their armor drew me in. The brutal strikes were fierce, and the clangs reverberated through me. I squeezed my thighs together as moisture gathered at the show. These men were massive, their identities hidden behind their helmets, but I was so turned on as they pummelled each other.
My friends held each other and squealed at the show, but I kept inching closer and closer. I could smell the sweat and hear them grunting and gritting their teeth between blows. One Knight slashed the back of another knee, and the man buckled. The Knight who’d hit him raised his sword high to deliver a finishing blow, but the ref stepped in, and all the action froze. The winning Knight removed his helmet and looked right at me, then winked. I swear I almost came in my panties. I blushed back at him, and he stepped over his opponent to meet me at the side of the ring. “Enjoying the show, my lady?” His chocolate eyes seemed to know exactly how much I was enjoying it. I inhaled but couldn’t speak. He gave me a bright white smile after kissing the back of my hand. “Since I’ve slain the competition this round, I’ll have a break before the next battle. Will you join me in my tent?” My heart pounded as I looked at his armor. How would I even get him out of it? I threw a look back at my friends, who nodded, so I let him lead me back to a small tent behind the ring of fighters.
Curious how loudly he made me scream his name? Call me, and I’ll let you in on the rest of the nasty details!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357