Sweet and tender

Dear Diary, (Still May 24th after escaping Priscilla's inquisition)

Priscilla was not happy when I refused to go into minute detail about Mr. Thornton. She tried first to persuade, then wheedle and finally bully me into giving more information about what my encounter with Robert, but I could not bring myself to relate the most intimate moment of our coupling with a woman I barely knew.

To be honest, I didn't know what to expect from Mr. Thornton when I first presented myself by his bedside. I can, in the privacy of this personal diary recount that the young lawyer was as tender and passionate in the moment of penetration as he was in his foreplay.

“Miss DiFlorentini!” I remember the earnest young man trying one last time to do the right thing, “If we do not stop right now, I will not be able to restrain my base masculine urges.”

Instead of using words to persuade the young man, I spread my legs under him in an invitation as old as time itself. The look in Mr. Thornton's eyes promised that he might deliver on everything I hoped for.

“I'll be as gentle as I can, Miss DiFlorentini.” It was only then that I realized that, just as Priscilla warned me, Mr. Thornton believed I was still an unspoiled virgin. Perhaps I should have stopped him at that moment and told him that he was not my first lover, but I instead deflected with a gentle request.

“Under the circumstances, perhaps you should call me Bianca.”

“I'd like that, dear Bianca.” As we kissed, we worked together to position his manhood against the soft petals of my sex causing a warmth in my core that made me melt inside. “And you must call me Robert.”

There was no more conversation for the next few minutes as Robert pushed carefully into me, and then once his head was safely nestled in my feminine passage he pushed hard, embedding himself deep within me.

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I let out a sudden gasp when he pressed into me, filling me with his member. I was not trying to deceive the young man into thinking he had deflowered me, but I fear that is how Robert interpreted it. He paused, lifting his body from mine as he gazed down at me with concern and tenderness.

“Are you OK?” Instead of answering him I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him even deeper into me. What followed was a gentle coupling that built slowly into an intense passion that ended with first me climaxing wildly and Robert following right on my heels.

We lay together for a few minutes before with a groan of satisfaction Robert rolled off of me. In the soft moonlight I could see his long, slightly curved member still fairly rigid gleaming with my juices.

“You must think me a most awful cad, Bianca.” I could hear the genuine regret in Robert's voice, and I turned to cup his face confused by his pain. “I took from you what can never be returned.” With a deep sigh he shook his head sadly, “I cannot even do the honorable thing. My family would never allow it.”

It is this conversation that I could not bear to disclose this private moment to Priscilla. Once again, my tainted blood is dictating the terms of my life.