Thread: Forbidden Desires ( loneiysong & CrimsonMaster )

Jaime was a beautiful southern belle. She had long brown hair that was perfectly curled and always piled on top of her head. Her frame was that of an hourglass. A perfect hourglass. Not the skinny waists that were tried for by the women of her culture, but she did wear a corset just for other reasons. Her skin was pale and beautiful. Blue eyes looked out on the cotton fields that were spent and sat rocking back and forth fanning herself on the front porch. She had many nasty rumors about her. The type of rumors that made men instantly get stiff cocks, women cover their mouths and noses as if to avoid becoming instantly ill, and ministers of all sects prayed for her soul. But Jaime Smith was a woman that other women said was a succubus. A woman who got a little too close to the help. It was said, that she even swam naked under the full moon with black men and women. Although, no matter the nasty rumors, Jaime was a socialite that always neither confirmed nor denied allogations. Though Jaime knew the truth. So did her brother and the slaves that she considered family. Jaime smiled as she rocked back and forth from her perch on the front porch. She watched the slaves. Not with malice or hate, but with pride and something akin to lust. Her soft pink lips pursed gently. She knew the sexual drvies that these people had and showed. They were not ashamed and did not hide it. Not when Jaime was present. Her father was at the war, and her mother was at some strange social... again, and her slaves knew that they were free to work as they saw fit, as long as they finished in a timely manner. Her fan continued to beat air to her face. Soon her hand maid, Emili, would bring the tea and they would enjoy the latest scandal together. Looking up, hearing footsteps and a familiar song, she saw Malachi. A tall man of 6'7 and broad as a barn door, rippling with muscle, and lean as a prized stallion. Hung very much like one to boot. His charcoal skin shone in the sun from sweat. Her eyes traveled his body, and he knew this. It wasn't uncommon for her to sneak into his room at late hours and let him do to her what she wanted. Sometimes he would have to cover her mouth with his big broad hand because she was known to get loud. She loved these people. She loved the stories and songs and dances. Even the rituals that they kept hidden. She listened to Malachi's song as he walked away, he always sang her to sleep singing it. Stroking her body and her hair. Occasionally stopping the song to kiss her brow. And even sometimes, he would carry her body to her bed and lay her down and sneak back out. She shivered as she became aroused and looked up as Emili, scantily dressed, came to the table and sat down with tea and poured Jaime Smith hers and of course one for herself. Their conversation started innocently enough, but soon Emili's hand found its way under Jaime's skirt and touched her pussy that Emili took upon herself to shave clean. Tsk, lady Jaime has gone and gotten herself all bothered. About what? She grinned. Is it Malachi or thoughts of your brother agin? Jaime laughed and told her if she contineud to stroke and pleasure her, she would tell her. Which Emili did so she obliged telling her of the visit last to Malachi how he held her close and called her the most obsene of words and fucked her like a bull in heat. Unbeknownst to the ladies, they were being watched.