Victorian Gentleman
by John Dark

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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

Victorian Gentleman
by John Dark

While the railway would have carried us from my bride's parish church to my home faster, the soot and the cinders were not fit for a lady's bridal journey. We took the brougham. It was well past midnight when the coachman drove us up to the door, and we were both asleep. The staff came out to greet their new mistress, but we kept it as brief as possible.

"Richard," she began when I led her to her room.

"Shhh, darling," I answered. "Finish your sleep. A marriage is too important a business to begin while you are asleep. I'll see you in the morning."

I meant it, too. We had a quiet kiss while I embraced her ample form. Then I left her there and retired to my own bed. I awoke sometime before the sun, however. I was so overcome by desire that I tossed and turned unable to sleep.

Finding no comfort in my own bed, I decided to seek comfort in another. Earlier vows of abstinence yielded to present need. I soon was shaking Alice's shoulder.

"Is it morning?" she asked. "Have I overslept?"

"Hush," I said doffing my nightshirt. "Make space in the bed." There was little space that she could make, but closeness suited my purpose. She struggled awake while I warmed myself against her young, slender, form. I cupped her breast through the thin shift, feeling her nipple begin to firm against my palm. When she seemed fully awake, my lips replaced my hand which stroked downward over her slim belly. Her own hands came up to hold my shoulder while I stroked her thighs through the shift. Finding the thin material an intolerable impediment, I raised the shift to her waist. Joint effort soon had it about her neck, and my access to her breasts was unimpeded.

She complained softly when I bit them, but her writhing showed more lust than pain. Her wiggling rubbed my erect organ and polished my desire. I rolled on top of her. My knees spread hers wide. I found the place and pressed inward. She was a litle dry.

"Oh!" she said.

But one thrust carried me within that sweet smooth warmth. Her inner clutching of my stroking shaft felt like the anteroom to paradise. Despite trying to prolong this pleasure, I soon reached my culmination. Spunking into that soft cunny was paradise itself. I sprawled across Alice until her tinny alarm clock rang.

Then I quietly kissed her cheek and arose. Alice had to report to the cook soon, and I should be in my own bed. This slaking of my lust with a servant would benefit my bride when we first came together, but I doubted her gratitude were she to know.

The end.
Victorian Gentleman
by John Dark
Copyright, 1997.