Thread: An Indecent Correspondence (AlluringEnigma x Dane Stalling)

My Dear Greenacre, I must say that awaiting an epistle from you is agonizing. My mind seems to understand the great distance between us, but my heart seems to believe that some otherworldly power will expedite the process of delivery for my own sake. Nonetheless, upon receiving your letter, a demure smile crept across my lips as I uttered the saga of your self-inflicted torment. I must first, for the sake of my curiosity, inquire as to how you intend to keep your debauchery a secret after deflowering more than a few exquisite flowers. Perhaps the word of natives could be accepted by many as the mad and outrageous ravings of a primitive mind, but I find it hard to believe for an instant that several, well-regarded women with plump lips and lily white skin will be ignored when they recount the same story of Tom Greenacres insatiable lust. Then again, correct me if Im mistaken, but you always seemed to have further success when reputable gentlemen scowled at your presence. Perhaps the reputation titillates the porcelain dolls you so enjoy, adding a taboo factor to the talents you offer. It seems that your time abroad, particularly on the churning waves of the Atlantic, seem to have dulled your ingenuity. While I must profess that a faux-affliction is quite the way to entice a virtuous and kind soul such as the daughter of your Captain, I find the first approach of yours quite boorish. I will allow that your charm is quite considerable, hence why Ive always been enraptured by you, but I doubt that even you could pull off such a feat. What child of the world would be tempted by a protruding member lacking both friendly face and appealing figure? Of course, I imagine my presence would have been welcome aboard such a dreary place, not only for my unparalleled company, but also for my feminine wile. Why, I imagine that the young minxs room would have been filled with moans, both those of her own volition and of her brothers. I apologize, as I find myself drifting into the fantasies of what could have been, and my place is here, ruining the prospective young men of London with a taste of true depravity. I will admit that the brightest part of your letter was certainly the addendum. Im certain the irony of my placement among the saints of yore is not lost on the good Lord, and I imagine it must have brightened his day at least a little bit to see my face amongst such renowned company. Your account of the fling during your voyage was quite gripping, and it would be remiss of me to not mention that my fingers were occupied during the whole of its recount. I think it would be rather rude not to indulge your unappeasable curiosity and ardor, so I think I shall recount the fleeting amour I shared with the lovely girl. If your memory still serves you as well as I remember, you will no doubt recount her blushing at our sordid flings. Some of my fonder memories are opening the door bare as the day of my birth, and watching her visage flush red at the sight of my sin. I was never quite sure if you had indeed advanced past a lingering gaze with her, but I am quite convinced if you had, that your job could be described as an abject failure. Now, while I profess that dashing lads always seem to catch my eye with more frequency, there is a sort of beyond the pale appeal to well-proportioned maidens that meet my gaze. As you know, I adore the chase. Id much rather seduce and initiate a lass who blushes at the mere mention of even the most banal acts than a professional of the Silver Cross. Kelsey was the embodiment of that type of girl, a child at the table amongst adults. I will point out that I use the word girl as referring to her past, as I dont believe anyone would mistake her for such anymore. Now, Ive always taken a more gradual approach than you, as I believe my tongue is not quite as silver as yours, nor have I left the place where my reputation runs rampant. So, to begin with, I reassigned Kelsey as my personal handmaiden, quite the painful decision as I adored my last maid who was so enamored with our shows. Nonetheless, this was a necessity. Being a modern-minded individual, I thought back to the scientific consensus, or at least the amount Im aware of, and concluded that the best approach would be likening a sexual desire for females to servitude. As we both know, the lower classes are more inclined to serve their betters, as Herbert Spencer so beautifully stated. So, in essence, I wished to inscribe in Kelseys brain the notion that sex was as common and necessary as the dusting of shelves. Simply explaining this to the lovely auricomous specimen would forever instill doubt in her mind, so I decided that I would have to start slow. On the first day of her new duties I called her into my bedchamber. Yes Miss? she asked with that sincerity of tone I so adore in prospective conquests, her words sung in a melodic innocence that had originally tantalized my interest. Why, its time for my daily bath Kelsey. Did Emma not inform you of this upon orientation? Emma, of course was the name of my previous maid with the inquisitive eye. She hadnt informed Kelsey of this duty, as I had never used a maid to assist me in such a manner. The reply came as I expected, of course. No Miss, it must ave slipped er mind. I apologize profusely. What shall I do? she inquired, and at that point, I knew my plan would proceed without major incident. In this particular case, I decided that feigned modesty would be the best way to lure her in, as if we were both sharing in our mutual embarrassment. With a coy bat of my lashes and slight raise of pitch I implored Well, my dear, it would require me to undress before you, but I must admit that I find the prospect of exposing myself to be quite daunting, especially to someone whom maintains their modesty all the while Now, I was quite unsure if she had understood every word of my address, but it was clear she got the message. With great trepidation, she began to drop the maids outfit that accented her curves so delightfully. In turn, I disrobed with a similar, feigned trepidation, as if my heaving bosom attracting her eye was something to be ashamed of. Now, this pattern continued for the first week, and each time Kelsey got more relaxed around her own bare form. She was quite the delicacy, as you remember, and her piercing blue eyes were always a welcome sight in the later hours of the evening. By the second week, I decided that her comfortability around me could be transformed into a sexual promiscuousness. With a tone laden of innocence and abashed shame, I began to describe a terrible scene to my darling maid. I dont suppose youve ever been subjected to the emptiness of a room such as this in the middle of the night? I asked, Kelsey softly shaking her head as her tender hands ran the sponge along my midriff. Well, ever since my dearest Tom left me, I find that even the slightest creak leaves me in tatters. I, well Im ashamed to ask, but would you spend your nights here? At least until my own mind settles itself? I apologize for invoking your name, but Im quite sure you would have approved of the cause it went towards. Her response was rather timid, as if the idea thrilled her in some way W-why yes Miss. Itd be my pleasur- I mean honor. Apologies, I sometimes speak without considering my words. As we both entered the sprawling bed of mine, clad only in the sheerest of nightgowns, I knew I had her hooked. For the first hour, I simply observed the girl, my vision in the darkest of evenings culminated from long nights amongst your company. She continued to steal the occasional longing glance my way, quickly followed by a shameful look the opposite way. It was clear that an hour of bathing each night, with her hands running along my most intimate parts, had peaked her curiosity. With a performance Oscar Wilde himself couldnt coax out, I feigned a sudden waking. With surprising agility and hands a little too eager for pure virgin, Kelsey was next to me amongst the covers. Her doting eyes and warm figure that was now pressed up against me was perhaps one of the more thrilling things I have ever felt, as she softly doted Whats wrong, are you OK Miss? Continuing my deceit, I softly replied Yes my dear Kelsey, its just the fear of loneliness riling up within me. With Tom gone, I havent felt the warm caress of a lover in some time. Apologies, Im sure you dont want to hear this. Once more, I apologize for the use of your name, though Im sure the exciting tale is worth the sullying of your reputation. With her best attempt at sexual confidence, her fingers slowly made their way down my stomach, her melodic tone now teasing my ear as she spoke I could take care of that as well Miss My recount of her advances is slightly biased, as her delivery was far more clumsy than this text implies, but I am biased by her more recent advances in prowess. You would hardly believe the things she does since your departure. Anyways, with as meek of a tone as I can manage, which I admit is not all that extreme, I softly answered Yes, dont stop, please I find it remiss to mention that her first night was rather amateur. I continued to feign my own inexperience, as I had no intention of initiating a one-time affair, and soon she had explored every nook of my body with her wandering fingers. While you were simply teasing the young maiden aboard your ship, I was turning Kelsey into a further hedonist every night, though she had no brother nearby to protect her from my perversion. As I write this letter, she lays across the room on my bed, shooting me libidinous glances while I try to finish this correspondence. Its quite distracting, but I cant imagine theres many sights better than hemp running along her toned skin. So, I shall wrap this missive up and return to the pleasant distraction of my disciple. While she no longer holds my bed every night, she is quite the distraction between flings. I should very much like to hear if youve sampled the local populace yet, or simply partaken in rich brats. Either way, I imagine youve not been idle in such an exotic place. I fear my sendoff will never be quite as witty as yours, but I shall try my best anyway. Forever exposed in your thoughts, Elizabeth Cromwell P.S - I enclosed a photograph of the lovely Kelsey She's the one on the left, if the color of the hair wasn't obvious enough, unfortunately with much of her beauty confined by an unseemly uniform. I do think, however, that you shall take my word for it when I say that her assets are far more special than the photograph reveals. Do with it what you will.