Lady Sarah's Reply

Lady Sarah Olivia
Norfolk House
Trentbatton on Kent
Surrey, England

To My Daring Captain James Lawrence,

You cannot imagine my excitement yesterday, upon receiving your latest letter from India. I could barely contain myself when your letter arrived; I restrained myself to opening your letter within the privacy of my bedroom, thank goodness for that, as I am quite sure I was blushing upon reading the contents of your letter. After reading your letter again, last night, I fell asleep, and to my chagrin, had the most amazing experience, which I feel that I must share with you.

It was with mixed trepidations that I read your letter before I fell asleep, by the light of a flickering candle, within my bedchamber. Your dream, which was so very descriptive, had awoken such lascivious and erotic thoughts, that I had found myself touching my bosom, as I read your letter in my bed.

As I had laid there, I dreamt that I had woken up, to the touch of fingers, to find it actually been the touch of my own fingers, sliding beneath the bodice of my nightdress, to touch the aching tips of my breasts. I laid there with an aching feeling, growing within my stomach, and I found myself pressing against my womanhood with my other hand, as I barely contained myself, trying so desperately to not allow my cousin, who was in the room next to me, to hear my lustful noises.

It was all I could do, by muffling my mouth in my pillow, that I stroked, and teased the aching buds of my breasts, as they swelled beneath my fingertips, as my lustful hands untied my nightdress, to allow for an easier access to my bare bosom.

It was with eager anticipation, that I did then caress the swells of my bosom, gently as I stroked and teased my aching tips, as they hardened beneath my daring hands. While I was arousing my desire to such expeditious heights, my thighs had become damp with the fruits of my lascivious touching, so I found myself rubbing against my nightdress, as I clasped my knees together, as I stroked the mound that lay at the apex of my thighs.

All too soon, I found myself suffering the most intolerable torment, for my carnal touching of my bare bosom, awakened a carnal desire to such extent, that my nightdress was raised by my own hands, above my knees, and slowly raised higher, until I felt the air blowing across my bare thigh.

It was all I could do to contain myself, as I daringly raised it higher, then finally I sat up in the bed and lifted the nightdress over my arms, and I took it off completely, before I laid myself back onto the bed with my legs splayed out, and my eyes closed as I imagined your touch upon my skin.

I lifted my knees as I allowed my legs to fall open, and I stroked the nether lips, which contained the source of my desire, which had made my very fingers sticky, yet wet, as I played with myself, I found that I needed more than my fingers upon my lips, as I teased a finger up and down those wanton source of carnality.

All too soon it seemed that they enlarged, as if they had a life of their own, and I could feel the inner sanctum beneath then as I stroked them, then daringly, I pushed a finger into myself. As I entered the sanctum, I felt beneath my finger a sense of velvet walls, coated with the most appealing moisture, so as I lay there, I pushed my outer lips apart, and inserted another finger.

The ecstasy that flooded through me, as I stroked my inner sanctum, and I found myself lost in the carnal act that I had imposed upon myself. Faster and faster I stroked myself, till it felt as if my heart were pounding so loudly, that it would awaken my cousin, who was still asleep in the room next door.

Between my nether lips, I felt a small bud harden, as I daringly rubbed it, and the sensations that shot through my body! If only you had been there to witness what happened to my body next.

A tremulous fire burnt within my stomach as I stroked and twisted my fingers within myself, until the very walls of my womanhood clamped around my fingers, and a veritable torrent of fluid shot from between those very same lips of my womanhood.

It seemed to myself, that I did collapse back onto the bed, as what felt like an earthquake shook my body, until it was spent, and so had I. After a while, I found myself wondering what had caused this strange sensation, between my legs, and the obvious after result. For it seemed that my bed sheets were literally soaked, from the torrent of my own gushing desire.

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