Bianca leads Mr. Thornton to her room

Dear Diary, (evening of May 22nd)

So much has happened since Mr. Manton's attack on my person that I do not know where to start. Looking back on my last entry I see that ended my account rather abruptly. I had been in my room trying to record the events of the day when Mr. Thornton woke in my bed and called me over to his side.

Yes, as any reader might deduce from the last sentence, the kiss Mr. Thornton and I shared in the library did indeed lead to a more intimate encounter. The young lawyer, born and raised in the South tried to apologize when the passionate embrace came to its end. I however, refused to accept the young lawyer's attempt to pull away and instead led the man up the stairway (past several curious house slaves) and directly to my chambers. I had learned over the years watching my mother interact with so many different lovers that it is easier to influence a man when laying together under the covers than while debating the issue over a dinner table.

“Miss DiFlorentini?” The young man seems more uncertain than ever, “I don't want to take advantage of you at this time.” It is endearing that he cares, but I knew exactly what I wanted. I may not be a skilled courtesan like my mother with her endless string of lovers and patrons, but I have enough experience with men that I knew this was my best path forward.

“Be quiet, Mr. Thornton, please.” I was able to pull my dress over my head, but the undergarment with its tightly laced corset required the help of another set of hands. “I'll need your help, Robert, with all this lacing.”

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“Are you sure, Bianca?” Young men can be both charming and at the same time annoyingly stupid. How much more of an invitation did this man need?

“Yes, Sir. I need to feel a lover's touch.” To my relief, this final invitation was enough to bring the nervous young man to my side and I could feel his fingers tugging timidly at the laces of my bodice. “You don't have to be so careful, Robert. You won't ruin the dress, and you won't ruin me. I promise.”

Once Mr. Thornton got me naked and on the bed, his confidence grew; it did not take long before he had me on my back with my legs lifted high in the air. It was my turn to help with his clothing, and unlike his careful manner I pulled so hard at his shirt that at least two of the buttons went flying. As I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, he was tugging at his belt and I finally got to see the tool that was growing even harder as he climbed between my legs. It was long and hard with a slight curve to it and I could not wait to feel my new lover put it to the test.