Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (51 page)

My Story

I would like, if I may, to recount
some of the many erotic adventures I have been fortunate enough to enjoy. I
have kept a diligent record of my encounters and will begin by taking you back
to my very first, back when I still lived in the countryside, what seems a
lifetime ago now.

I was eighteen and not the woman you see before you now. I
was a pauper. It shames me to admit it now but we cannot alter the past and I
may as well admit it rather than pretend to be someone I was not. I was born in
what was little more than a hut, a tiny crumbling cottage high on a hill
surrounded by moor, sheep, a few gorse bushes and very little else. I was
brought up surrounded by siblings and troublesome animals, my father running a
smallholding as best he could, my mother trying to maintain some semblance of
order within our home.

For it was a home, despite the mould, the leaking roof and
the beaten earth floor. She ensured we were fed as best we could, sometimes
going hungry herself so we did not lack for sustenance. The winter when the
traveller came had been one of the coldest I’d known. Our glassless windows had
been shuttered for two weeks solid and it felt as if the snow had been falling
the entire time. Each day the skin on my hands would become more happed and
blistered as I shovelled a path from the house to the ramshackle stable so our
single horse could be fed.

But I did not complain for what good would it have done? I
had many thoughts and fantasies though, brought on by reading the only book in
the house, a battered and torn edition of Robinson Crusoe. I taught myself to
read using that book, a laborious process but one I thoroughly enjoyed. Many
was the time I wished to be cast adrift as Robinson was, to explore the world,
to discover new things, to feel the tropical sun on my back, to encounter my
own Man Friday.

I would read by the light of a candle once the work of the
day was done until my eyes closed against my will and I drifted off to a dream
filled sleep. By the time I was eighteen I knew the book word for word and
yearned for other works to enjoy. This was unlikely to happen, the nearest
village being nine miles away and I had yet to travel there, my world
consisting of merely my home and the few acres that surrounded it.

I was outside shovelling snow when she came. At first I certain
it was a man. An enormous black steed had forced its way through the deeply
lain snow towards our home and came to a steaming halt beside me, the rider
enveloped in a thick cloak of scarlet red that looked luxurious and warm
especially compared to the threadbare blanket wrapped around my own shoulders.

The hood of the rider was thrown back and I was taken aback
by the sight of the woman who emerged. She was stunningly beautiful, her cheeks
red with the cold, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders as she climbed down
from the horse.

“Thank goodness I have found someone,” she said, her voice
soft and lilting. “I have been lost upon the moor this last three days. I have
a hunger that I thought would destroy me. Can you tell me where I am?”

“This is Blackwood Farm,” I replied, taken aback by her
beauty which was all the more apparent now she stood closer to me. “Nine miles
from Charred Oak.”

“Charred Oak? Then I truly have not wandered far from my
path. I must continue on.”

“You can’t,” I said. “The snow is too deep. You’ll never
find the way without a guide.”

“Do you know the way?”

“Yes,” I lied, the word out of my mouth before I even knew
what had happened.

“Very well,” she nodded. “You must take me there.”

“I…I can’t leave here,” I said, doubt creeping into my mind.
What if I got us both lost? I knew the direction the path took, despite having
not travelled it before. But if I failed we might both die, lost forever in the
icy cold of the midwinter.

“I must reach Charred Oak. I have something urgent to which
I must attend. Come, no more delay. Climb up here. You will be back home
presently.”

She took my arm, her grip surprisingly strong, and lifted me
onto the waiting horse. She climbed gracefully up behind me and wrapped her
arms around me, taking hold of the reins. “Which way?” she asked, turning the
horse away from my home. Little did I know that it was the last time I would
see that place for many a year.

“This way,” I replied and we trotted out into the snow.

“What’s your name girl?” the woman asked as we made our way
up the gentle slope of the moor, the horse surefooted despite snow so deep it
brushed my feet as we rode onwards.

“Elizabeth.”

“Well Elizabeth, I am Lady Amelia Swann of Frost Hall.”

“My lady!” I exclaimed, reeling in shock.

“You’ve heard of me then?”

“Of course my lady. My father spoke often of Frost Hall, of
Lord Swann and the Napoleonic wars.”

“Your father fought alongside mine?”

“I believe so my lady. He was only a private of course but
he fondly recalled Lord Swann and the way he handled the men.”

We reached the top of the moor and began our descent, the
snow thinning the further we went. By the time we reached the bottom of the
hill, the track to Charred Oak was visible in places and I began more confident
we would at least reach our destination alive. Lady Swann was quiet for some
time before speaking again.

“Do you like living on a farm?” she asked.

“Not especially,” I replied.

“What would you prefer?”

“I do not know my lady. A life where I could read books. A
life of adventure and excitement. A life where I am constantly surprised
instead of one where every day is repetition of drudgery and endless work
without a hope for the future.”

“It cannot be all bad. At least you do not have endless
suitors chasing after you, servants who steal from you, eyes constantly upon
you, judging everything you do. I often wish I was somewhere anonymous as in
your situation.”

“Oh no my lady. You would not want a life like mine.”

“It can’t be that bad surely?”

“The work is endless, my brothers and sisters constantly
bicker. My parents regularly go hungry, we have little enough to live on and
nothing is certain for the future. I worry for us all.”

“I am sorry my dear.” She was silent for a moment. “Perhaps
I may be able to help.”

“My lady?”

“We will talk of that later but come, we must hurry, I do
not like the look of that cloud.”

I looked up. Above us the snow continued to swirl but ahead
the horizon was black almost as the night, a blizzard was coming. It tore towards
us and we were caught in its thrall in minutes. The track vanished, snow now
falling so thickly I could barely see the head of the horse before me. To my
left I caught glimpse of a shadow and had to yell to make myself heard.

“There is a barn,” I screamed above the howling wind. “We
must shelter or we shall surely perish.”

I felt the reins move around my waist and then the horse
turned and the barn came into view. I jumped down and pulled open the heavy
wooden door, my hands turning blue as the snow coated them in icy wetness. Lady
Swann nudged the horse inside and tied it to an overhead beam as I dragged the
door closed to shut out the worst of the wind. It still whistled through the
gaps in the stone and I shivered from the cold, feeling soaked to the skin and
certain I had doomed us both to the worst of fates.

“Come here my child,” Lady Swann said, holding our her arms.
“You are frozen stiff.” She wrapped her cloak around me and held me tight to
her. “Up here, into the hay,” she said, pointing to a rickety ladder beside
her. I followed her up the creaking rungs into the thickly laid hay that filled
the space of the upper floor of the barn.

“Is it warming you my dear?” she asked, pushing me forwards
until I was enveloped by the hay.

“A little,” I replied, my teeth chattering as I shook
uncontrollably.

“We must get you out of those wet things. You will catch
your death of the cold. Come, quickly girl.”

“I could not,” I replied. “I would be ashamed to expose
myself before a lady.”

“Nonsense my dear. We are both gentlewomen are we not? Now
do as you are bid.”

I set the blanket beside me in the hay before lifting my
smock from my chest. I wore nothing under it and Lady Swann gasped at the sight
of my pale and slight frame. I continued to undress, pulling off my ragged
skirt, shocked by how blue my skin looked.

“Here child, you must wear my cloak,” Lady Swann said,
pulling it from her shoulders. I looked at her red dress in awe of it. Not only
as beautiful as her but clearly an expensive fabric, jewels sewn into the
shoulders that sparkled even in the halflight of the barn. Around her neck was
a necklace much like the web of a spider. “Do you not own underwear?” she
asked.

“No my lady. Too expensive my father said.”

“Oh I feel ashamed that one living on my estate would be
reduced to such rags,” she said, holding up my skirt with a single finger. “You
will soon know much finer things I swear. Now come, sit beside me and let me
warm you.” She sat in the hay with her arms outstretched. “I grow impatient
with you. Do as you are bid.”

“I am fine my lady.”

“Nonsense, do you not know it is the height of rudeness to
refuse the request of a lady. Come.”

I moved towards her, letting her arms wrap around my back as
I sat in the hay, feeling it scratch at my legs and buttocks. She wrapped the
cloak round us both and we remained like that for some time. I was surprised by
my lack of shame once I was naked. I felt no sense of embarrassment at being
exposed beside this most glamorous of ladies, in fact I felt as if she were a confidant,
rather than my superior. Her hands felt so soft on my skin and I found
butterflies filling my stomach, a nervousness that I could not explain.

“Are you warming yet my dear?”

“A little,” I replied, as a shudder passed over my body, a
shudder that was not caused by the cold of the winter air surrounding us.

“You are still chilled. Hmm,” she frowned as if thinking.
“There is a way I know that will warm you in an instant. But tell me, are you
willing to try something that some may consider inappropriate?”

“Anything to get warm my lady,” I replied, little knowing
what her suggestion would entail. Her hands gripped me tighter, pulling me
round until I was sitting on her lap, my legs wrapped around her hips, plunged
deep into the hay. She looked at my face, taking my cheeks in her hands and
staring into my eyes.

“Are you ready?” she asked as I gulped nervously.

I nodded. “What do you intend to do?”

“Shush,” she replied, leaning forwards and planting a kiss
on my lips.

“What are you doing my lady?” I asked, trying to pull away
from her but unable to escape as she held me tightly in place.

“It is the best way to warm you,” she replied. “A method I
learned many years ago. You must trust me.”

She kissed me again and this time I did not move. It was the
first kiss I’d ever had and it felt exquisite. Her lips felt so soft upon mine
and I was most shocked by how right this felt. As she kissed me her tongue
slipped into my mouth and began exploring the space within. I remained still,
unsure what was expected of me but she seemed not to mind, working her way
slowly down my chin to begin kissing my neck as a shiver went through me, this
time not formed of cold, but building excitement.

Her grip on my back loosened and her hands slid round my
sides to my chest where she began cupping my breasts. My nipples which were
already hard as rock due to the cold began to warm, the skin tingling upon my
breasts as she softly caressed and played with me until she again moved on. Her
hands slid down my stomach to my legs and she began briskly rubbing my thighs.
They began to heat up and as they did so, she slowed her movements to a gentle
massage, gradually moving towards my inner thighs.

I felt a wetness at my pussy, the like of which I’d never
experienced before. My whole body seemed on fire now but I had no intention of
admitting this, not wanting her ministrations to cease. She slid her fingers
ever closer to the core of my being until there was a gentle stroke over a part
of me that had never been touched in such a way. I let out a gasp into her
mouth, my eyes widening as she smiled back at me.

“This will warm you the fastest,” she whispered, stroking
round my clit, sending shudders of pleasure through me. I felt my pussy begin
to widen as it grew wetter and when she slid a finger into me, it moved
straight up inside me without any struggle. She moved it back and forth in me
as she kissed me again.

“That is very warming,” I managed to say, my voice little
more than a sigh as my whole body began to tense up.

“Excellent,” she replied. “It is doing the job I envisaged.
Remain still for you are not yet as warm as you could be.”

I remained where I was and she moved herself away from me,
lowering her body into the hay until she was laid upon her front, her head upon
my thigh. She kissed her way up the flesh of my leg until her face joined her
finger upon my pussy. I could feel the wet smoothness of her tongue as it began
to tease and caress at the lips of my hole, sliding over my clit in a way that
made me cry out loud enough to be heard over the howling wind outside.

My body felt as if it was on fire, all thoughts of cold
forgotten as she played with me, bringing me to new realms of pleasure. I
continued to tense up, the muscles in my body straining as I felt as if I was
about to explode. She sucked my clit into her mouth as her finger plunged deep
inside me and then it happened. It was the first orgasm of my life and it hit
me so powerfully, I could do nothing but succumb with a loud scream, letting it
take over my body. My limbs twitched and writhed, my pussy felt as if on fire,
my clit suddenly too sensitive to touch. She seemed to know this, her mouth
moving away from me as she moved the finger inside me slowly and gently before
gradually withdrawing it.