1. Spies of Manasses


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: jdm320, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    The summer of 1861 was typical of most summers in Washington, but things around the U.S. Capital were far less typical. The south had seceded from the Union and the streets were full of rumors of war and for Mrs. Rose Greenhow, times were even tougher. Rose, a widow, had used her status with the Washington Society to gain favor of one Henry Wilson of Massachusetts, the chairman of the Senate Military Affairs Committee. Tonight Mr. Wilson had invited her to an elegant dinner with many other diplomats, including President Lincoln himself. Rose was a pleasant woman and her southern heritage had taught her not only how to be a lady but how to use her womanly attributes to get what she wanted. Her dark hair flowed down her back as one of her daughters helped her to pull the corset tight around her waist. Rose held her breath and gripped the bedpost of the iron bed. She looked into the mirror as her bosoms seem to expand as the corset tightened. Finally her daughter was done and she could breath. With a loud exhale, Rose moved toward her vanity and sat as her maids gathered around her to brush her hair and continue the preparations for the night’s activities. Rose heard a knock on the door, as the servants continued their work. In only a few minutes, Rose’s youngest daughter appeared with a sealed note, and handed it to her mother. Rose slowly broke the seal and opened the note and read it to herself. “Ma’am, There is reported movement near the area of Manassas. Please Inform us of ...
    anything you may have heard. Col. T. Jordan.” Rose tore the note into many pieces before handing it back to her daughter with instructions to put in the kitchen fire. As her servants completed her hair, Rose picked up her perfume bottle and sprayed the sweet ointment on her neck and her bulging cleavage. She stood from her vanity and sashayed out the bedroom door when she heard Mr. Wilson’s carriage pull up to door. With sweet goodbyes and instructions, Rose left her three daughters under the care of her friend Bettie, and rode off with Mr. Wilson to the dinner party. The party was an elaborate occasion. Anyone who was anyone in Washington was there including Military officers, Congressmen, and even Mr. Lincoln himself. Rose had met the President a few times and she could not help but like the kind man, even though their political beliefs were contrasting. Rose walked around the hall attached to Henry’s arm. They greeted and talked with many of the guest throughout the evening. Rose’s smile disguised her wandering eyes and radar like ears. Throughout the evening she was able to gather some interesting information about the Union's plan to wipeout the unproficient Confederate Army. As the evening began to expire, she accompanied Henry to his carriage and agreed to a night at his home. Henry was full of wine, and in his drunken state, Rose struggled to help him get to his bed. As he fell on the feathered bed, Rose followed and let her breast press into his chest. She slid down ...
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