When her dearest friend seeks time alone with an ardent suitor, Jenny agrees to distract her friend's father. But he's misinterpreted Jenny's enthusiasm for his company, and intends to demand what he thinks she's promised - first to her dismay, and then to her pleasure.
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Julia longs for passion, for romance - but she's to be advantageously married to an elderly man. Philippe, the artist painting her betrothal portrait, offers her a taste of the forbidden, but she soon discovered he wants more than she's prepared to give. EXPLICIT: This erotica short story features a vain beauty reluctantly…
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Excerpt:"Now, now, my dear," he said, approaching, and she backed away. "No need to be missish! You're a dear little flirt, that's what you are. As if you cared about the family portraits! Well, I hope you liked them well enough, but I think I know when a young lady is making excuses to be alone with me."
"Sir Lambert, please, you - you have misunderstood me - " her back met the bedpost, and she had no further to go. He crowded in in front of her, taller than she and broader by far.
"There now, dear Jenny, I'll spare your blushes and not speak any more of it," and he grabbed her by the waist and planted a kiss on her mouth.
She could taste the coffee from his breakfast; his mouth was hot and eager, and when she gasped, his tongue slid between her lips. She had never dreamed of her first kiss being so undignified, so lacking in romance; such a foolish and embarrassing experience. Sir Lambert pressed closer, and when she tried to push him back, he merely gripped her waist tighter, fingers digging in so hard she was sure they would bruise her skin.
"Please, Sir Lambert," she said when he let her breathe. "Please - don't kiss me."
"It's all right, little Jenny," he said. "I mean to marry you, don't you fret! You'll keep house for me and be company with Kitty gone, and you'll have plenty of little trinkets and toys. I'll quite spoil you - but you knew that, didn't you, little rascal? Setting your cap at me so shamelessly! And Kitty egging you on. Well, I can't say it's not a good idea."
"No, I don't! I don't want to - no!" But he didn't listen, crushing his mouth to hers again. She cried out, but it was muffled against the forceful push of his lips on hers, his tongue probing her mouth. When she tried to squirm away, he simply tightened his grip on her, too strong for her to resist.