The Cordless Diaries

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The Dinner
Afternoon Tea
Afternoon Tea 2
Luncheon
Luncheon 2
Supper
Breakfast


Breakfast – 2

We made love that entire evening and most of the night. We pushed the two beds together and, after that first desperate conjunction to satisfy our mutual need we took time gently to explore and acquaint ourselves one with the other. If I slept it was merely a brief interlude to refuel my libido. There is no doubt that Felicity was the more experienced. She was also, as I suppose I should have expected, far less inhibited than I. Nothing seemed to shock or surprise her, nor were any words inappropriate on her lips. She guided me, ‘Yes, like that, oh my Emm, yes there. Use your tongue, faster, slower,’ and referred to our intimate parts on terms both earthy and explicit. With her guidance I grew in confidence and wantonness. What I had always perceived as my perversion became instead an exultant communion with a like-minded tutor.

Morning came and we disentangled our weary bodies. We kissed and hugged and spoke endearments, helping the other to dress, to brush her hair and yet, hindering her at the same time.

We sat talking in our room after we had dressed. Felicity’s hand stroked up under my dress and found her goal, yet again. As we talked of our imminent meeting with Mr Cook, her deft fingers intruded into my underclothes, parting me and caressing. When I tried to touch her she simply said, ‘Just talk to me Emm. Allow me this intimacy.’ Allow? I should have allowed her any intimacy. At the end, I simply threw back my head, squeezed my thighs around her hand and, just as if Caroline were galloping beneath me, I gasped and moaned and had to hold myself firmly in that saddle. She kissed my mouth and thanked me.

Breakfast, our first breakfast together, was a feast of shared smiles, knowing glances and occasional touches. I felt more womanly than ever I had hitherto. I felt no shame, no embarrassment, simply fulfilled. Well, my dear reader, perhaps not fulfilled but definitely at the start of the road to fulfilment. Perhaps at that moment I did not want to feel complete, perhaps, as I look back, I wanted to feel incomplete, knowing that the road to that happy state would be long and enjoyable.

Our return to Bath was uneventful. We had a carriage to ourselves and could sit, occasionally holding hands and, for one brief fleeting moment, kissing. The dog cart was waiting, my father looking somewhat dishevelled in the driver’s seat. A porter loaded our small impedimenta into the rear and we drove home. It was late when we arrived at the Hall and it was decided that Felicity should stay the night before moving on to her home and husband. Mary was a delight, attending upon both myself and my lover before bidding us good night. A room was available for her, of course, but Mary thought we might prefer to share. Did I not say how sensitive Mary can be? We sat in my room, clad in nightdresses and talked and, once again, she insisted on reaching beneath my garment to pleasure me, but this time preventing me from reaching that state of ecstasy that I had met in our hotel room earlier. ‘That,’ she said, ‘must wait until the gas is extinguished and we are lying together beneath your covers.’ And so it was that we talked with her delicious caress distracting me, leading me up that hill and then leaving me almost ate summit, only to return when my arousal had diminished.

At last she led me to the bed, turned down the gas and slipped beside me under the covers. She guided me to lie between her thighs and caress her treasure with my tongue, stroking my hair and whispering encouragement. She guided me and as her hips began to lift and fall I could sense her approaching that same pinnacle but then she stopped me and bade me rise to lie beside her, her arm under my neck and around my shoulders. Our bodies entwined and we rocked, legs entangled, and she breathed words into my ear, words that replicated what her hand had done so effectively earlier. Her words, our conjunction, her kisses led us both to that same height, this time to allow us both to fall over it’s delicious edge, our mouths together, our climatic sensations as one. I fell asleep draped across her. I awoke at what time I know not but the darkness was still covering us. My awakening was occasioned by her tongue as it worked me selflessly to yet another peak. I awakened her, as dawn broke, in similar fashion.

Our parting, later that morning, was not a sad one. We had arranged our travels and consummated our love. The journey was begun.

(Author’s note – the Cordless travels will becoming soon.)