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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was an unusually hot and humid day in the summer of 1889. Emily withered in the early morning heat, so much so that she would have to remain at home while her family ventured out for a day trip to the seaside, cockles, fresh eels and perhaps some cod and chips were the order of the day for her father and the rest of them. Poor Emily though, would remain at home, missing all the marine cuisine and sweating out whatever illness had befallen her. “Poor girl, she really didn’t look well at all,” said her mother, the worry lines deeply ingrained into her brow as she stepped out of their countryside home and into the waiting horse and carriage. “Shame it’s a staff holiday today, it would take a weight off my mind if I knew there was someone there to tend to her,” she added. Emily insisted they all went without her, courageous in her decision to fight the feverish symptoms herself. At 25 she was still the family’s little girl, but she convinced them to leave her to it as they all embarked on a jaunt to coast. “Bye bye my love!” shouted mum, waving up at the window. “Remember to drink lots of water and keep a cold flannel on your head as often as you can, ok?!” shouted her father as he closed the front door, straightening his tie and placing his immaculate bowler hat on his head.
Emily lay still, listening out for the crunch, crunch, crunch of the horses hooves against the gravel drive. The sound slowly fading as the horse and carriage got further away from the front of the house, up to the large iron gates and out onto the road that would take mum, dad and her two brothers to the beach. Brighton, to be precise. She remained still, waiting until they were definitely gone. “Are they actually going to leave me like this? Finally?!” she wondered. It couldn’t be possible, but somehow she’d talked them into it. She’d not only convinced the entire family to leave her home alone, but they’d also fallen for her acting hook, line and sinker. A classic play for some alone time, one that she’d never tried before and one that she hadn’t expected to work. But it did, and she was quivering with excitement at what that meant.
The family home is huge; four large bedrooms, two single ones, three bathrooms and huge kitchen, staff quarters adjoining the main building, over 100 acres of land upon which they grew a variety of fruit and vegetables. Plus there was a chicken coup, two horses in a small paddock and a big barn where all the hay bales were kept. Of course, a team of staff was employed to maintain the house, the barn and all of this land. One particular member of staff was the catalyst behind this ruse, a deception of a most lascivious kind and one which has been steadily percolating for quite some time.
Almost three years to the day, Father employed a young, strapping farm hand named Michael. The only person of colour in the local village, an anomaly and the focus of Emily’s desires the moment she laid eyes on him. This adonis of a man stood six feet and two inches tall. He was muscular, though not heavy set, more athletic. His kind eyes and calming presence were exactly what she was looking for. At first she admired him from afar, often masturbating while thinking about his lithe body pressing against hers, their warm sweaty torsos connecting, transmitting an electrifying energy while those kind eyes of his transform, emitting a burning passion; yearning and intensified by a deep wanton desire. Sensual thoughts would occupy her mind all day and all night, fantasising about this handsome warrior for hours at a time, watching from the privacy of her bedroom as he tended to the land. The recent hot weather meant he was usually carting hay bales around topless, his physique sent tingles up and down her body and her illicit lust was spiralling out of control.
Until this remarkably hot day, they’d never met. Never traded glances. Emily doubted he even knew she existed. She felt a huge surge of sexual energy go through her when she thought of how he might react when she finally approached him; seducing him with her eyes, letting Michael know in no uncertain terms that she wants him, all of him. It had all been planned out to a tee, she’d feign illness on the morning of the family day out' All the staff were off, but she sent a telegram to Michael’s home requesting that he come in and work for double pay. Emily even faked her father’s signature, to make it as convincing as possible. This carefully orchestrated plot was now coming to fruition. Everything was in place for her wild fantasies to become full blown reality.
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