Personal Narrative Essay

Sunlight poured in as Lacher sat at his desk, a book resting in his hands. His eyes traced the words on the page, focusing intently on what he was reading. He pushed his glasses up with his index finger, sighing as he heard a knock at the door. He rose from his chair and made his way around the office he set up in Helputt's old castle. He reached for the door before pausing, taking a moment to brush off his suit pants before turning the knob. He sighed, seeing Louis standing in front of him, his arm blocking the door way. Louis smirked as he eyed Lacher, a hand resting on his crotch. He whistled before sliding in past him, making his way over to Lacher's desk. "The man of the hour, how's it goin' babe?" Louis asked, taking a seat …show more content…
"This is an abandoned wing of the castle, Dad had it closed off for personal use." Latcher answered, pushing past him. He made his way down the hall, passing doors and old portraits of past kings and family friends. They made their way to a pair of large double doors, crafted out of oak wood. Latcher pushed against the doors, heaving a bit as he did so. He sighed as the doors swung open, stepping aside to let Louis go in first. "Looks like a bedroom..." Louis noted, taking note of the large bed planted against the center wall of the room. It was elevated on a short platform, about three stairs up/ The other walls were adorned with racks of erotic toys and accessories. If it wasn't for the bed, Louis would have sworn he had walked into an adult toy store instead. He made his way over to one of the racks, covered with various types of jockstraps, speedos, and cock rings. "Well, aren't you a master at interior decorating." Louis whistled, picking up one of the cock rings. "Bring two of those over to the bed when you're finished taking inventory." Latcher called from the bed, a large brown bear sitting behind him, various dildos and ropes sitting around him. Latcher began to strip as Louis made his way over