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Creative Writing: The Miller's Tale

Creative Writing: The Miller's Tale


This is a true tale of me and my life, or at least for a short while. The
day had started out so well, you see I had become somewhat of a owner of women.
I was interested in this becomes because of the free jobs that came with it. You
see because of my gorgeous looks the women had trouble seeing past it to the
real man in my pants, I mean in me. So why not just become an owner of women to
sell to others for nightly jobs and such and reap the benefits of it all. So
like I said, the day had gone perfectly until one of my women came down with a
sudden case of the backdoor trots. He, he the ol' hag almost released her load
of dung on one of my customers, so I had to get her and take her back home. When
I got to the man's house I entered in grand fashion by showing how I could open
the door with my head. Oh well, that didn't go over as planned but it scared my
woman so bad she finally did just let it go. Then, after cleaning it up we were
on our way out and back to home sweet home. When we arrived I got some great
news that made the whole squirts issue fall back to the back of my mind. I got
word that the King wanted one of my women to get it on with him. So soon I got
the prettiest woman I had. She had blond hair and a nice set on her, if I do say
so myself. She all of her teeth except for three but in this time that's not
bad. I soon put on my Sunday best and headed straight for the castle in which to
meet the King himself. We came in the back just as told and soon were met by
three guards dressed in black and silver. They said to me, " Wait here, the girl
goes with us." Well, I'll be damned if I'm going to let these people not let me
see the King! When I asked they said, "Sorry but the King won't allow it." Well,
what could I do? Absolutely nothing is right. The King sure is a bum when it
comes to privacy and such. I sat outside the back entrance to the castle for
almost an hour. I was almost to the point of sleep when I...