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Dear Diary, (May 21st, right before bed)

Mr. Thornton's response to my invitation was as predictable as that of any other man's. To be fair, the very proper Mr. Thornton tried to do the gentlemanly thing, but when a comely young woman undresses before him, exposing her intimate undergarments and bare flesh there is only one likely outcome. Ever since I started developing, men have told me that I am beautiful, desirable ... even sexy, but that is not all. I am the heiress of a well-established plantation with a respected history and steady income; I will be a most sought-after prize among the debutants of Charleston.

“You don't know what you are doing, Bianca.” Mr. Thornton warned me in a breathy gasp that confirmed for me that I knew exactly what I was doing. Ever since I was old enough to start attending my mother's soirees, I was able to learn the fine art of seduction from one of the finest. I am more selective than my mother, limiting my efforts to men I find truly attractive, and Mr. Thornton certainly fits the bill.

“I'm all alone, Mr. Thornton.” I allowed a hint of helplessness creep into my tone, “When you arrived in Philadelphia with the invitation from my father, I had no idea he intended to leave Havenhall to me.” I take a half step towards him and then lower my eyes to his feet. “How can I possibly manage. I don't know the first thing about running a plantation. Perhaps it would be best to sell it to the Mantons and return home.” Mr. Thornton's wiry arms are surprisingly strong as he pulls me into a fierce embrace, quite different than the tender kiss I had anticipated.

“You are not alone, Miss DiFlorentini.” Mr. Thornton's kiss left me gasping for breath and lightheaded. It has been several months since I've been kissed like this, and I could feel my knees buckle. Were it not for Mr. Thornton's arms around me, I might have slipped to my knees at his feet.

“Oh, Mr. Thornton!” I did not have to feign surprise at the intensity of my response to his passionate kiss. “Will you show me what to do?” I had hoped to entice the young lawyer, but by now Mr. Thornton had other things on his mind. With one hand around my waist supporting my weight, his other hand cupped my breast and squeezed it through the thin fabric of my sheer undergarment. His lips brushed my ears as he whispered sweet nothings.

“You are so beautiful.” I arched my back upwards as he caressed me, caught between the pleasure of his touch and kind words. “An angel of light and goodness. If I don't leave now, I will ruin you.” Frankly, the idea of Mr. Thornton ruining me sounded precisely like what I needed at this perilous moment in time. I had to assure this southern gentleman that he had nothing to fear in that regard.

“You cannot ruin me, Mr. Thornton.” I pressed my face to his. “I've had other lovers.” I held my breath waiting for his response. I was worried that even one lover might be too many for this Southern gentleman with his rigorous expectations of female behavior. Thankfully, Mr. Thornton could see the upside of my earlier lapses.

“I feared you were a virgin.” His fingers tightened around my breast. “I thought I'd have to marry you to be able to hold you like this.” My heart jumped in my chest at hearing how strong Mr. Thornton's feeling for me ran. “I must be the luckiest man alive.”

“Please, Mr. Thornton.” I twisted in his grip and pressed my lips to his. “I need this!”

“Very well, Bianca.” I didn't even realize at first that his hands had moved to the hem of my nightshirt until I felt my only garment moving upwards. When I finally realized what was happening, I lifted my arms meekly and let him strip me naked. I let out an excited giggle when he carried me to the bed and gently deposited me on the covers.

The gentleness of my lover filled me with an undeniable raw sexual excitement when I felt Mr. Thornton's body press down against mine, I moaned in need. While surprised by the assertive role that my lover had taken, I was not displeased, and I found myself mewing with need and returning his kisses with fervent passion.

Pinned under him like I was, I could feel his long, pulsing member push hard against my belly. “Is this OK, Miss DiFlorentini? I don't want to rush you.” By that point I wanted to cry out to the young man to ravish me. To violate me like a Barbary pirate might defile a fair-skinned captive, or a Southern plantation master might use his colored ****. I couldn't of course say anything along those lines, but I did make it clear how much I wanted him.

“Oh God!” And then as I wiggled and squirmed under him as he thrust into my deepest parts again and again I started begging for him to use me. “Yes! Uughh, Ma-Mister Thornton ... Oohh ...Take me! Make me - ooughh!”

Mr. Thornton did not need to be asked twice. I felt a brief pause as he positioned himself at my womanhood and then without any warning he pushed in; his hot manhood spearing into me like a stake into freshly ploughed field.

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In the past, with each my other lovers, I insisted they pull out before they reached their climax, but this was different. On my back, with Mr. Thornton between my thighs, I could no more insist that my lover pull out than Angelica could if one of the white masters of this plantation summoned her to their bed. Instead, I lay there and let him thrust into me again and again. Not that I even cared at this point.

This is exactly what I've been needing since I first arrived at Havenhall. I wonder if my deepest fears are true ... do I crave a man's touch because of my mother's fancy maid blood? Am I slut by birth? When Mr. Thornton sensed that he had plumbed my depths, his thrusts became harder and soon I was crying out and rocking against him like a bitch in heat.

As examine the sketch I just drew and reread the words penned on this page, I'm so mortified. My emotions threaten to overwhelm me, my palms are sweating, and my fingers shake ... I must stop writing ... Dear Lord, I still haven't even gotten to Mr. Thornton's reaction to our passionate encounter. It is late ... I will finish this account in the morning when I can once again think clearly.