1. Scarlet


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Saucymh, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    was willingly entwined, was equally fascinating. He oozed opulence from his tailored greatcoat to his silk waistcoat and matching cravat. A wide, gold pin gleamed at his throat, glinting red. Rubies, I presumed. I watched, wide eyed, as Sir Henry Brooke, a debonair gentleman with manners as polished as his boots, behaved disgracefully in the company of Miss Scarlet. His lips met hers, mashing violently against them, his jerking movements sending his tall hat toppling. With a look of pure lust in his eyes, he grappled with Miss Scarlet’s dressing gown, tearing it off her. The material fluttered to the ground like a dying butterfly. I scarcely dared breathe. I wanted to run away, to hide from the sight of the licentious man ravishing the showgirl. I tried averting my eyes but I couldn’t. Mesmerised, I watched, sweat dampening my brow. Miss Scarlet stepped away from her lover, exposing her nakedness to his longing gaze. Then, submissive as a servant, she retrieved Sir Henry’s hat, dusting it down and placing it upon her dressing table. She then assisted in the removal of his coat. That too was carefully stored. With a mischievous smile dimpling her cheeks, Miss Scarlet turned down the oil lamp on her dressing table leaving the single, flickering gaslight to fill the room with ever changing shadows. Retreating, I concealed myself in the darkness behind the screen. To reveal my presence now was unthinkable. I was trapped. I tried not to breathe and I stood, statue still. Closing ...
    my eyes, I told myself not to watch, I mustn’t watch. But the temptation was too great. Such a sight. I had never seen the like. Miss Scarlet, plumper than I, had soft, white flesh, the smoothest I’d ever seen. Her perfect rounded breasts wobbled as she moved, her dark, engorged nipples standing hard and erect. I watched her glide across the room to the chaise longue and there, position herself on the red velvet. Arms above her head, thighs open; her soft belly writhed as she lay back. The movement stirred the mass of tightly curled auburn hair covering her mound. Beneath that, oh goodness, her fleshy pink sex glistened, moist with juices. “Come my love, come to me.” Her alluring tones enticed her lover as irresistibly as a siren on the rocks. I marveled at her power. How could a woman barely older than I know how to seduce so effectively? Throat dry, I observed from my hiding place, enthralled. Sir Henry turned, the angle of his body revealing a distinct bulge in his trousers, the unmistakably sign of sexual arousal. Miss Scarlet smiled impishly, a strange, purr-like moan rumbling in her throat as Sir Henry advanced towards her. What I witnessed next sent quivers of excitement racing through every fibre of my being - it was so naughty, so despicably rude. Seeing a woman’s sex was shocking enough, but to have a man’s erect penis revealed to me, sent me into palpitations. I’d never seen one before. I’d viewed the naughty photos passed around by the ladies chorus, but I’d never ...
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