The Life of a London Heiress (First Chapter)

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December, 1848″Jennette, darling! I have good news!” My mother said to me one morning when I came down to breakfast.I hid an unladylike yawn behind my hand as casually as I could manage, then acknowledged her graciously. “What is it then, Mother?” I asked as brightly as my early-morning grogginess would allow.She giggled; even for my Mother, this was a bit exuberant; my curiosity and suspicion piqued.”I’ve found the perfect suitor for you at last!” she exclaimed with utmost enthusiasm.I stopped nibbling upon the hot biscuit in my hand; this was not the sort of announcement I would imagine most would either give or receive at this hour of the morning.Nevertheless, I was curious. Ever since I had begun with my finishing school lessons, I knew that Mother or Father would eventually find me a husband to marry, and I never questioned it. It was completely natural; after all, no respectable girl chose her own husband by herself. Her parents would help her make good decisions. Leave the girl to find a man who is handsome and charming, it was her parents’ job to make sure he rokettube was of good social and moral standing and had enough money to be able to support her.Some parents took advantage of this job for their own personal agendas, but I was in complete trust of my parents’ wishes for my future; I knew that whoever they had picked out for me would be someone I was sure to like.”Oh really, now? Whom would this man be? Surely I should know the name of my admirer!” I said nonchalantly. In reality, my heart pounded deep within my breast. Could it be that a husband would finally be mine?”Yes, yes! Your father and I have arranged for the marriage to take place this next November, if you should wish it. It shall be the grandest social event of the year! Only the utmost esteemed ladies and gentlemen shall attend, and it will be held at the most fashionable chapel in all of London…” she chattered on gaily, describing all that she had planned for me already.I chuckled to myself at her enthusiasm. No-one could claim that she didn’t try as hard as possible by human beings asyalı porno to make me happy. But she still had failed to answer the most important question: “Mother, who would be my groom?”She stopped chattering and looked at me in puzzlement for a moment, then smiled.”Oh dear, I’m sorry. That is a bit of a large chunk of information, now isn’t it? The groom is someone you are already well acquainted with, Harrison Lees,” she said.I took a sharp intake of breath, almost making myself dizzy. I couldn’t believe my good fortune; not only was Harrison Lees one of the most eligible bachelors in London, but he happened to be a boy I had shared my childhood with.Although, he was no boy anymore. At One and Twenty years of age, he was a man and was most certainly not lacking in charm or aesthetically correct physical qualities. He was imminent in masculine beauty, and many girls in the upper class yearned for his hand in marriage.I could not even fathom my good luck. Over the past year, I had begun to rethink my feelings toward my friend, and a azeri porno blossom of attraction had bloomed within my bosom. Not only was he heartbreakingly handsome, but his kind disposition melted my tender heart.”Truly, Mother? Is my betrothed truly Harrison?” I asked, not able to completely conceal my excitement.Mother nodded and clapped her hands. “Yes! Are you pleased? I thought you might be! Father wasn’t so sure, but I just KNEW it would be a good choice…” she chattered on again.I smiled to myself, then slipped out of the breakfast-room to the staircase. I intended to freshen up before going to pay a visit to my future husband.I went to my room and shut the door. I pulled off my long dress off, then my chemise, and continued to undress until quite nude. As I walked to my clothes press, the curtain on my old fashioned four poster bed brushed against my chest.I immediately felt the familiar flame kindle in my abdomen as it did when my breasts were touched in this way. I felt a slight wetness gather between my legs, but tried to ignore it.The nagging flame within me made the wetness between my limbs worsen. I had begun to feel these urges soon after I turned sixteen. One day, I had used a cloth to be rid of the juices that had begun to soak my pantalettes, and had accidentally allowed a finger to touch the skin.

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