Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “Rachel, I thought I knew you, but I like that there are things about you I need to learn. It makes it that much more interesting to introduce those things that are going to make your eyes pop out of your skull in the bedroom.” I couldn’t tell him those things that turned me on beyond words. It would’ve been like saying something to my brother and that would’ve been wrong on so many levels.

  “I can be quite shocking when I feel comfortable in a man’s presence. It takes some time, but with you, we’ve known each other for all of our lives and this seems like a natural progression.” I was rhythmically squeezing his balls and feeling them fill up with what was obviously going to be a load to choke a horse.

  “My wife was never open to suggestions. She could take a page from your book.” He was actually talking while deeply fucking me. It felt like my attention was drifting.

  “I know what you mean and Adam wasn’t the adventurous sort.” My guilt was bleeding through in the most unexpected way of needing to say something.

  “I can’t really…concentrate on having a conversation and fucking you at the same time. Pick one.” I had a feeling he would know which way I was leaning and I decided to push the envelope a little further than expected.

  “I thought I heard you mention something about letting me do the same thing to you.” He stopped all forward momentum and sighed with resignation.

  Getting down on the floor, I was able to take my place by hanging over top of him with my juices still dripping onto the head of his shaft.

  “Never let it be said that I don’t let a lady get what she wants. I could never say no to you or have you forgotten the many nights you have called me out of the blue.” I had gotten into a habit of calling him when I was desperate for a ride.

  He was handy to have around and didn’t look bad when he was putting his muscles to work. Fixing things that I broke on purpose was a secret I was going to take to the great beyond.

  I steadied myself with my two hands on his chest, before sliding down his pole with our eyes locked on each other the entire time. I settled on top of him, trying to compose myself and then I reached for the burning candle.

  “I hope you are ready for this and it can be quite jarring to your senses.” I teased him by moving the wax around the lip of the candle without letting it tip over.

  “I will never get over the way that it feels to be inside you. To be this close to you makes this worth the sacrifice of waiting.” I began to ride him in the same fashion that he had been fucking me at the beginning.

  “They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but we’ve never been that far away from each other’s thoughts. I’ve only seen you without your shirt on a couple of times, but I always look forward to it.” I was making quite the mess and my pace quickened.

  The first taste of the sensation of the wax hitting my nipples caused me to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It only made things even that much more intense. The climactic moment was upon me and I could feel it taking a hold. His shaft was the victim of how he was making me into a sex addict.

  “Oh, my god…you really do know how to do this and I may have asked for a little bit too much.” The slippery presence of his rampant state was getting dangerously close to where he was not going to be able to keep a lid on his excitement.

  I don’t know where I found the fortitude to continue, but I managed to ride him like a runaway bull in a China shop. He was snorting with his eyes growing wide as saucers from what I was putting him through. I came with my arms flying everywhere. The candle went into the fireplace.

  I felt the streams of his sticky essence scalding along the walls of my pussy. It made me shiver upon contact and I was squeezing his chest in the middle of an awe inspiring moment.

  We lay there for an indeterminate amount of time before he started in on what I would do to the place. I’d already made some mental notes and he seemed to be genuinely interested in what I had to say. He did not roll his eyes like some men did when I talked about my work.

  “It’s always quite fascinating to see how your mind works when you come upon a blank slate like this one. It definitely needs a woman’s touch and I can see us using this place to get away from it all on weekends.” The place was only a couple of hours away and it was like stepping through the hourglass into a different time.

  “It’s going to take a long time to do this on our own, but what in life is ever easy. We can do this. I’m sure that we can find some time to be together. Getting hot and sweaty isn’t a bad thing.” We spent the night giving the springs on the bed a workout to remember. Neither one of us cared that there was electricity, but in the morning, I did manage to use the provisions to make a feast for two.

  We returned home knowing that the worst was yet to come. Adam was shell shocked, but he didn’t make a scene. We knew the relationship had run its course and it was time to put both of us out of our misery.

  I waited patiently for Baxter to arrive and he showed up frazzled looking like he had been through hell. He was about to say something, but I stopped him with my finger to his lips. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom where I was determined to take his mind off of his troubles. We had found our way into each other’s arms. We didn’t want to hurt anybody, but it was inevitable.

  I was reminded laying next to him that happiness only came from hard work and a willingness to admit our feelings to one another. I wasn’t going to let one day pass without telling him how much I appreciated him. This relationship wasn’t going to fail because we weren’t going to let it.

  Story 46

  “It’s 1899, father.” Lauren Crabtree was loud enough for everyone seated at the table to hear. “In another year, this century will be over and we will step into the twentieth century. It is about time we traded our old horse drawn carriage for one of these new automobiles.”

  “That’s a marvelous idea.” Her lovely cousin Melinda beamed brightly around at everyone. “It is in fashion now for people of our affluence to own such a vehicle.”

  “Indeed it is, my dears.” Harold Crabtree the third kept his thin lips tight. “But we cannot afford one yet, not at our current financial standing.”

  “But father…” Lauren protested. “However will we get around… even the horses that pull our ancient carriage are old and tired, fit only to be put to pasture.”

  “The carriage is hardly ancient at all.” Her uncle, Marston Crabtree, said indignantly. “Why it’s been in the family since Harold and I were wee boys. It is a fine piece of English workmanship. Tell them, Harry.”

  “Your uncle speaks true, my dear.” The old master of the House Crabtree nodded gravely. “That carriage is the last good thing we have... from the days when the Crabtree name was one to reckon with.”

  “Then what happened?” Lauren asked with a scowl. “Why are we now no better than the help?”

  “Times have been hard on us, my dear.” Her father replied. “Our lands have gone barren and our coffers have run dry.”

  “After your mother’s unfortunate passing, Lauren.” Marston Crabtree said to her. “Our fortunes suffered a dismal slide.”

  “If it were not for the gambling tables that you and father indulged in, uncle, we would now be riding around in a new automobile.” She glared at the fat faced man. “And your wife would not have run off with the Frenchman.”

  “Lauren!” The housekeeper, Mrs. Sutcliffe, rebuked her. “That’s no manner to speak about your uncle and father. Apologize at once.”

  “I will not, for it is the truth.” Lauren stood up and pushed back her chair.

  “Where are you going?” The plump housekeeper demanded. “Dinner isn’t finished yet.”

  “For me it has, ma’am. You are not my mother, so don’t pretend to be.” Lauren replied haughtily. “And my appetite died even before we sat to eat.”

  “Such impertinence.” She heard her uncle say as she walked away.

  “She takes after her mother, god rest her poor soul.” Her f
ather sounded livid. “I must have her wedded soon.”

  “A man to wed her will be hard to find.” The matronly Sutcliffe snorted.

  Lauren could bear it no more. She ran up the stairs to her bedchambers. Closing the door behind her she sat on the bed. The good comfortable mattresses were gone, as were the satin sheets and soft, fluffy pillows. The ones replacing them were from the servants’ quarters, now that they could only afford a third of their staff from before. Anger filled her heart and her head pounded. Why did this happen to her? And why was that fool of an uncle of hers and his dimwitted daughter even there? They had arrived a fortnight ago and never seemed to want to leave. She feared that they might just live there in the old manor with her father and her.

  Lauren missed her mother, and the times when it was a matter of pride to be a Crabtree. She was just thirteen when her mother had passed away, and it was hard on her. The last six years, their family fortunes went down a steady decline with no hope of ever recuperating. And all that time it was her father and uncle steadily wasting away the family fortune on games of chance.

  A soft tap sounded on her door. Her cousin, the blonde blue eyed Melinda peeped into her room. What the stupid cow wanted now, she wondered. Melinda was a year older than her and a more full figured at that. She was also much prettier than Lauren, but lacked everything else that she had, namely a thinking mind.

  “Lauren.” Melinda sounded anxious. “You made your father quite vexed.”

  “It was about time.” She retorted. “He’s been making me feel anxious for the last six years.”

  “Oh, but you shouldn’t have said all those things.” Her cousin shook her head with a look of dismay.

  “What do you want now, Melinda?” She asked the blonde tersely.

  “Oh, yes. After you left the table… we had dessert and then Papa and Uncle Harry got to talking.”

  “About what?”

  “About you, silly.” Melinda laughed. “Uncle Harry wants you to be married, but he wants you to be a proper lady first.”

  “The nerve…” Lauren almost exploded.

  “Oh, Lauren.” Melinda gushed. “I’m so excited. We are to leave tomorrow for the Langdon Estate.”

  “The Langdon Estate?” She looked at the other girl blankly.

  “Oh, do you know nothing, you silly girl.” Her cousin laughed at her. “The Langdon estate is where naughty young things like you are sent for correction.”

  “I don’t need to be corrected. If anything, they do… your father and his brother.”

  “Oh, don’t be silly, Lauren. It’s going to be fun.” Melinda clasped her hands together and swayed from side to side like a giddy child.

  “How is it going to be fun?” Lauren could almost slap the silly faced girl across her flushed face.

  “Lord Nathaniel Langdon, oh, he’s quite the dashing devil.” Melinda replied with a distant dreamy look in her wide blue eyes. “Many a young woman would gladly give their all to be corrected by him.”

  “Who the fu… um…” Lauren almost leapt at her cousin but checked herself. “This lord, he is a corrections officer?”

  “Yes, that’s what he is?” Melinda looked very excited. “And I’ve heard some things… about his methods. Oh, I am so eager to do this.”

  “Why are you so eager, if I’m the one being sent?”

  “Oh, you silly girl.” Her cousin’s face grew more cheerful. “You won’t be going alone. I’m going to be there with you all through this.”

  “But how is father going to afford paying for this?” Lauren exhaled deeply and shook her head.

  “Uncle Harry isn’t the one paying, Lauren. Lord Langdon does this as a service to society, and sometimes he pays hapless parents to send him their daughters.”

  “So that’s why father is doing this, that insufferable bastard.” She felt the heat rising up behind her ears. “Why I ought to just run away from home just to spite him.”

  “Oh, Lauren. You say the funniest things.” Melinda’s stupid smile infuriated her, but she decided to calm down. There wasn’t anything really she could do than go through with it. How bad could it be?

  *****

  The next day, they were out in the early dawn. The overnight rain still came down in a steady torrent. The old carriage lurched and shook as Lauren and Melinda climbed onboard. Only the one horse, a tired old beast, was harnessed to the carriage and the driver cracked his whip over the animal’s ear. The road was wet and carriage slowly moved forward. The Langdon Manor was a good hundred miles away and it would take all day to get there. Lauren sighed and stared angrily out of the window. She did not even say goodbye to her father before she stormed out with her packed trunk. They were going to be there for a week or even a month, however long it took for her to be corrected. She contemplated on doing the worst she could, and never get corrected or come back home.

  The hours dragged by and on several occasions Lauren suppressed the urge to strangle the excited and talkative Melinda. The only stop they made was for lunch beside a tavern and then it was on again for the next few hours. Then almost after sundown, the imposing gates of the Langdon Estate appeared before the lumbering carriage. The carriage passed through the unattended gate and rolled along the winding pathway up to the impressive manor up ahead in the distance.

  When they reached the manor, no one was there to greet them. The driver helped them with their trunks and then proceeded to the great door. He lifted the large iron knocker and knocked twice before walking back to the carriage.

  “I shall take my leave now, Miss Crabtree.” The driver doffed his cap at Lauren. “It’s a long way back.”

  “Yes, off with you.” She snapped at the man, aggravated that their host had not bothered to come out and greet them.

  The carriage rolled away and they waited outside the door of the manor. Even Melinda seemed at a loss for words by their host’s apparent apathy. Lauren had a good mind to run back after the carriage and return home to Crabtree Manor, but anywhere was better than there for her at the moment.

  “Should we knock again?” Melinda finally spoke, in a small voice.

  “No, I think someone’s coming.” Lauren’s sharp hearing picked up the telltale sound of footsteps approaching the door.

  They heard a few locks being turned and a few heavier sounds of levers being released. Then the huge door opened slightly inwards and a face peered out. It was a woman, round faced and stern eyed.

  “Yes, my ladies?” The woman asked them.

  “We are here on Lord Langdon’s invitation.” Melinda answered with some urgency.

  “The master is away…” The woman, quite evidently the caretaker of the manor, or perhaps just a maid, said with some irritation.

  “And are we to wait out here in the cold and rain until he arrives.” Lauren’s patience got the better of her. “Do let us in, my good woman, lest Lord Langdon have to very ill patrons on his conscience.”

  “Oh… er.” The woman stepped back in and opened to door wider. “Come in, my ladies.”

  “Have someone fetch our trunks.” She told the woman as she stepped up to the door.

  “Er… there are no servants, my lady.” The caretaker replied casually. “I’m afraid you must carry your own luggage, or leave it outside.”

  “This is no way to treat a guest…” Lauren began hotly, but the woman was already walking away.

  “Please hurry.” She called after her. “And close the front door after yourselves. I must go see to your lodgings and evening meal.”

  “The nerve of that woman.” Lauren gnashed her teeth as she struggled with her trunk. “Who does the bitch think she is?”

  “She must be the housekeeper.” Melinda stated the obvious as expected.

  “Thank you for that observation.” Lauren shook her head. “Now help me with this god-awful trunk, we can’t carry them by ourselves. We have to together take them in one at a time.”

  After stumbling and huffing for a while, she and her cousin manage
d to carry all four of their trunks inside and shut the door behind them. The plush chairs in the waiting room looked very inviting and Lauren flopped down on top of one. Her cousin did the same beside her.

  Barely had they sat down, the woman who opened the door returned and looked at them as if they were something that crawled out from under the furniture. Lauren had a good mind to tell the woman a thing or two, but she was too tuckered out from hauling the heavy trunks. The woman should have at least offered them something to drink. Instead she pursed her lips and stood before them with her hands on her hips.

  “The Master will not appreciate his fine carpets being muddied that way, my ladies.” The woman told them. “But never mind, I will have that mended before he returns. I am Jane Peabody, the housekeeper for this fine manor. Your rooms are ready, please proceed upstairs… with your luggage.”