With endearing tenderness

Dear Diary, (May 22nd, after breakfast)

I once again have the time to write and can finish my description of my encounter with Robert. In truth, I did not know what to expect, or for that matter even what I wanted from the somber young lawyer. At least some part of me wondered if he would, like other powerful white men of his station, use me like a negro fancy maid summoned to his bed for his pleasure. I imagined myself face down on the bed with my backside raised up in the air as he pushed into me with brutal **** from behind.

I should not have worried, Mr. Thornton, it turns out, was as caring and considerate a lover as any man I've ever shared a bed with. Don't get me wrong, I am not a Jezebel harlot like my mother with her steady stream of patrons, but neither am I the chaste virgin that Mr. Thornton was expecting. In spite of his honorable nature, I was after all a beautiful young woman her in his bed and no man, no matter how virtuous he might be could pass up on an opportunity like this.

He took my face in his hands and lowered his lips to mine in a soft kiss that made my knees weaken. Judging by his heavy breathing and the stiffness of his manhood tenting his linen pajama bottoms, Mr. Thornton was as affected by the kiss as I was.

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“Miss DiFlorentini!” I remember him trying one last time to do the right thing, “If you do not leave right now, I may not be able to restrain my primal male lusts.” Instead of trying to use words to make my cause, a pulled the tie at my neckline and shrugged the white nightgown off my shoulders so I stood before him a naked offering for his 'male lusts.' With a groan of surrender, the young man swept me into his arms and lowered me onto his bed kissing me again, this time with more **** and confidence.

“I'll be as gentle as I can, Miss DiFlorentini.” It was then that I realized that Mr. Thornton thought I was still unspoiled. Perhaps I should have been honest with him at that moment, but I instead deflected with a teasing reminder.

“I think, under the circumstances, that you might call me Bianca.”

“Yes, Bianca, and you must call me Robert.” As we kissed we worked together to remove the rest of Robert's clothing until his naked body was pressed against mine in a warmth that seemed to spread into my core making me melt inside.

There was no more conversation for the next few minutes as Robert spread my legs and positioned himself between them. I am glad that I came to him in the night because in the dim light of the moon my skin looked almost as light as his and he would not be reminded of my true heritage.

I let out a soft 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, yet I cannot marry you. I wish I could, I really do, but my family would never allow it.”

This I realize is the moment when I must be honest with my Dear Mr. Thornton, but I hesitated. I was afraid if he learned that I had had multiple lovers before him would he attribute my promiscuousness to my mother's blood.