She's too worked up to sleep

Charlotte lay on the bed for another ten minutes before she admitted to herself that she would not be able to fall asleep until the tension in her loins was dealt with. Luckily, over the years she had assembled a small collection of romances written with the sole purpose of arousing the libido of the reader, and this would not be the first time she had used the erotic descriptions to find the release she so desperately needed.

Her first experience with these books had been while visiting an acquaintance of her aunts, Lady Hartshire, who had slipped into her hand an erotic tale of a country maid who caught the eye of a demanding Duke. She had been only sixteen at the time and had only just discovered the thrill of touching herself in just the right place. There was something about the shameful fall from grace of the simple girl, and the power of the lord who had seduced her that excited her like never before. That night, as she read by candlelight, Charlotte had fingered herself to climaxes four different times.

The book would have scandalized her aunts had they ever discovered it, but even at the tender age of sixteen, Charlotte knew better than to let anyone but her closest school friends see it. Several of these classmates had similar romances and over the years Charlotte's collection of suggestive works grew to include four other volumes, and she had used each of them at one time or another.

A similar book by the same author was purported to be the biography of a Countess who rose from her very modest station at birth by a series of encounters with gentlemen, each one a rung on her climb to her current heights. However just when she finds herself secure in her current station, the men from her past **** the social climbing woman. Fear of denouncement forces the Countess to appease each of these men from her past in the bed chambers, parlors and gardens of the county palace.

A retelling of the Arthurian legends that put special emphasis on the stories of women was added to her collection as a present from a now married friend. These stories included the tales of maidens captured by ogres or black knights, and their dramatic rescues by the knights of the round table. Morgana's seduction of Arthur and then later Sir Gwaine left Charlotte panting, but Charlotte's favorite storyline involved Genevieve’s illicit passion for Lancelot and their final explosive fall from grace.

A third volume inspired doubtlessly by the colonial writer J. F. Cooper told the harrowing tale of two daughters of an English colonel commanding a fort in the former American colonies. The pair were captured by Algonquin savages in a treacherous ambush and were carried by the raiders back to their encampment. Along the trail their young bodies were pawed shamelessly by several different braves, just like Mr. Fuller had groped her most private parts. Only the presence of a French Liaison at the Indian camp kept the pair from being stripped and passed from one virile warrior to another until each brave had sated themselves between the pale thighs of the innocent girls. Charlotte had discovered the well worn romance hidden amongst her old nanny's belongings when the woman left the Marlton's service - ironically to resettle in the former colonies.

Charlotte's most recent addition she bought herself from a small bookseller in London who somehow sensed what she was looking for. "Josephine and the Ottoman Turks" recounted the adventures of a young French mademoiselle captured by Barbary pirates on her way to Egypt to meet the man she has been promised to by her father. Only because she was still a virgin were the swarthy sailors kept from **** her; the ship's captain sold her pure body from the **** auctions of Istanbul into an Ottoman lord's harem.

Charlotte had read all of these books before and a few others that she borrowed from her school friends. None of the authors explicitly detailed the moment of joining, but the descriptions of the scantily clad heroines being dragged by bare-chested strangers into bedchambers were vivid. It seemed in each story that somehow the hard bulge in the men's uniforms, robes or buckskins would be pressed into the soft curves of the heroine just before the scene ended.

Charlotte recalled her encounter with Mr. Fuller. His trousers had bulged in just this way in an undeniable sign of his intent, no matter what Priscilla thought Charlotte had felt the stiffness of his member pressed to her soft belly just as in the romances, she was sure of it. Choosing a book with extra care, Charlotte eased the skirt of her night gown up to her waist and gently started rubbing her sex as she read.