The Secret Life of Anne Boleyn
Date: 8/12/2017, Categories: Historical, Author: candytales, Source: LushStories
In the early spring of the year 1533 and following years of turbulent courtship, my mistress Anne Boleyn is now wed to King Henry and is the rightful Queen of England. Our lives could never be the same again and our love could only continue if we were careful to conceal our true feelings for each other in and around the court. Her new husband no doubt has many expectations of her in the royal bedchamber but as her personal maid I am always the one she confides in both before and after her lord and master has lain with her. “He is a lusty Prince in bed,” she told me, “But there is little tenderness about him. He fucks me hard and cums readily, which does not satisfy me.” “He wishes only that you bear him a son to be his heir,” I said, “His love for you is strong and he has sacrificed much to have you but his destiny must be served.” “I do yearn to become pregnant and provide England with its future King,” she said, “But tonight I yearn only for your gentle touch.” The Queen’s quarters at Greenwich Palace were very comfortable and decorated with the finest tapestries woven with silk and gold thread but they were not the domain of the King who would visit her only when the fancy took him. The royal bed had exquisite carved pillars at each corner with red damask curtains draped between them that could be drawn to ensure complete privacy when required. There were challenging matters of state that often took Henry to the far corners of the realm causing him to be away for lengthy ...