Free Veronica COURTESAN by Siobhan Daiko

me unsatisfied. Lena’s soft loving is generous, but I long for Andrew’s hard prick inside my figa .
    A message has come; he’s due to visit tonight, after he’s dined at home with his wife. Lena has helped me prepare. ’Tis thanks to her that I have acquired the habit of bathing, and I love it. The feeling of cleanliness is like no other and my patrons often remark on the sweet fragrance of my figa . I wish my clients’ pricks smelt as sweet to me, for most people believe that bathing weakens the body so much they will catch diseases. The opposite, thanks to Lena, I now know to be true. I’ve taken to wiping my patrons’ underarms with scented cloths, and washing their pricks with soap and water before I suck them. They tell me I’m mad, but put up with it anyway for my sucking is second to none.
    I’m lying on my fragranced sheets, a woollen blanket over me, and firelight plays across the marble floor of my chamber. I no longer have to worry about getting pregnant. Lena has taught me a way of preventing more babies from seeding themselves. Half a lemon, flesh and pips scooped out, tucked up inside my figa , right at the top, so that it sits over and blocks the entrance to my womb.
    Oh, I can’t wait to see Andrew. I’m craving his touch… No need for entertainment tonight. He strides through the door at last, peeling off his doublet and hose as he approaches my bed. ‘I’ve just been so see our son,’ he says.
    ‘I hope you didn’t wake him.’
    ‘Of course not. He was fast asleep and didn’t even stir when I kissed his cheek. A fine boy, and he’s grown if I’m not mistaken.’
    ‘He certainly has.’
    Andrew stands naked in front of me. ‘Before you ask, I’ve bathed this evening,’ he laughs. ‘My wife is convinced I shall expire on the morrow.’
    I open my arms and he comes into them, his bristly beard against my cheek. ‘My darling Andrew, how wonderful that you are here.’ We kiss, an achingly tender kiss, slow and gentle. There is great affection between us. His calloused palms catch the undersides of my breasts and cup them. His murmur of pleasure rumbles against my chest. I put my hands on his shoulders and run them down his back to curl around his buttocks. He presses into me, crushing his erect shaft between us.
    I wrap the fingers of one hand around his prick, the other hand cupping his sack. Then I caress his length until I reach his tip, smiling as the first beads of moisture leak from him. Kneeling in front of him, I take him in both hands, pushing my hands down on him in a hand-over-hand cycle. When his breath starts to come in gasps, I lean forward and suck him into my mouth.
    I have to stretch my jaw wide. He smells and tastes clean: musky, slick and smooth. Careful not to graze him with my teeth, I bob my head up and down, wrapping my lips around him. He tangles his fingers in my hair. One hand pumping him at the base, I slip the other one underneath to stroke the stretch of skin behind his balls. He pushes up with his hips and I lower my head to take him deeper. His body tenses as I work him with my hand and suck so hard my cheeks hollow. He gasps a shuddering breath, arches his back, and tightens his grip on my hair as he shoots a spurt of viscous saltiness against the back of my throat.
    ‘Ah, Veronica, tesoro . How I’ve dreamt of this for many a night while I’ve pumped myself and thought of you.’
    ‘And I of you.’
    ‘Except you weren’t without love, were you?’
    ‘There’s no love like yours, my dearest Andrew.’ And ’tis true. Andrew is a hero, a god, and I really do adore him.
    ‘Lie back, Veronica. Let me enjoy you and give you pleasure.’
    He moves with agonizing slowness over my body, kissing me from the tips of my toes, up the length of my calves, across my hips, to arrive at my breasts. My nipples tingle and stiffen as he caresses one and sucks the other. Wetness soaks my figa , and I want to feel his mouth there.
    I spread my legs, willing him