Jamie Moody Lily's Dark Secret (Sample) 
 
 
   
 
Heart of Little Dixie, Missouri 1865: 
The day that changed my life, was just an ordinary day.It was a beautiful spring morning, The sun was shining, the flowers blooming and a light scent of rain and roses was in the air.Unfortunately for me I woke up with a headache. My encounters with my husband always leave me unfulfilled and a bit on edge the next day. My maid sat out my pale green summer dress with little white daisies embroidered on the bust and hem. Its light and gauzy and always makes me feel beautiful. I sat down to have Martha tend to my hair and arrange it in a pretty up do. Shes amazing with my hair, I can never understand how she tames it so well. I didn’t feel as relaxed as I normally would because of my headache this morn, she picked up on it when I rubbed my forehead.  I'm sure she guessed why, but I kept quiet and started remembering the night before.  
~ After dinner he told me “Lilly darling, be ready for me tonight! You know the way I like?” “Yes dear.”I of course know what he likes, NUDE! This night he didn't come to me until after I fell asleep.I knew immediately when he crawled in bed with me, he’s not subtle. I could hear the creaking of the bed and the shift of weight next to me. I care deeply for Adam, but it feels like there is something missing in our bed.Our encounters always start and end the same ways , Adam kisses me while holding my breasts in his hands at the same time he positions himself between my legs. Once he’s there he enters me, pumps his hips a few times, usually lasts a minute before he grunts and rolls off me. After that he kisses me on the forehead and says “ Thanks darling!” Then he’s off to his own room,while I try to figure out why other women actually like to have sex, I just don’t get it! ~ 
 Adam Melborne was a wealthy plantation owner, who was looking for a wife of good breeding and baring. After mother died, My father worried about my well-being and since I was above the marring age of 18, he felt it was time to marry me off and secure my future,so that I would be taken care of.My father arranged for us to marry and I didn't meet him till our wedding day. I am 23, average height at 5 foot 4 inches tall, I have a more matronly body,even thought I'm childless, curves on my stomach and hipsI'm too plain to call beautiful by any standard. My hair is too wild, I have long auburn curls that tends to frizz more than anything. I think the only redeemable feature on my person are my eyes, bright emerald-green with hints of gold in the right light.My (husband) Adam, many would call a nice man. He’s 5 ft. 6 inches tall, average build(maybe a little lanky), He’s pleasant to look at. Handsome in a boyish way with brown hair and brown eyes. Adam is pleasant to talk to, if a little on the boring side.He takes care of the fields and I ,the household, and I manage the slaves necessities, and help get them whatever they need. On an average day, we eat together at dinner time,but go our separate ways otherwise,unless he wants his “husbandly rights”.Once Martha finished arranging my hair, I went to stand by the windows and look out towards the gardens,I love the flowers this time of year. Everything is bright and pretty and there is a sense of renewal in the air, This year I felt a kind of sadness that I didn't understand. 
I know I can speak to Martha as I do when it gets to be too much. My lady's maid Martha is the only person in the world I talk to about my marriage problems. She is 23 like me and she grew up  as a slave on my father's plantation. Shes a free woman now but prefers to work in my employment. We have known each other all our lives and played together as little girls. Often times I have been jealous of her height at 6 foot and her curves, Shes full busted and where I look like a pear, she's an hour-glass.I decided to go ahead and tell her about my encounter the night before. “ Dat man! He dunno what he’s doin!”“One would assume that since he enjoys sex acts that he indeed does know what he is doing.” I was confused!“Girl, you go to da quartas and see Mabel, she's got somethin to help you.” Mabel is the plantation healer, She takes care of the slaves and tends wounds, births babies and so forth. “ Sounds good! I’ll  go see her this afternoon and take her the new bundles of clothes and supplies that came in yesterday.” The walk down to the quarters was pleasant, walking past the fields I spotted the workers going about their daily business. Its planting season, so its rough going for a few weeks then smooth sailing till  harvest time in the fall.We have races and games for the workers with prizes, usually new shoes or hats. At the end of planting and harvesting we have a dance for the slaves, they especially enjoy it to show off all there new prizes they won. We treat our workers pretty well, and supply all there needs and keep up on repairs on the quarters.  
Mabel had the list ready for next weeks supplies when I got there. Shes pretty prompt and knows exactly what is needed and where. No matter her age or race, shes respected by all who know her, including me.“ Missus, You got one of dem head hurts gain? Go on in the back der and get down to your chemise.”  “Take my dress off? Are you mad?” “Just get on back der, You trust me don cha?” “ Yes of course!” Mabel’s home was larger than most of the other quarters, hers held 3 rooms instead of the normal 1 room that the workers lived in. The back room was barely furnished with only a bed and a small table, and only one small window up towards the top to let in air and for privacy.  I felt uncomfortable being out of my room undressed as I was, but I do trust her skills in healing.  While I was waiting for Mabel, I started to wander around the room. I noticed a simple glass bottle on the table next to the bed. When I picked it up it felt warm to the touch and I was curious about the contents. What I found in the bottle surprised me, It was a rich thick oil and it was pleasantly scented. The scent reminded me of spring, with Lavender, rose, and a hint of musky candlewood and a slight crisp fresh scent of mint. Over all it was quite pleasing. I put the bottle back on the table and didn’t think much about it again.  I was more focused on the state of my undress.  
After a few minutes a couple of Mabel’s younger helpers came in carrying something in their hands. They asked me to lay on the bed and wrapped some strips of cloth around my wrists and ankles to protect my skin. They then spread my arms and legs out and tied my ankles and wrists to the bed posts. I was embarrassed and My mind was racing.  What the hell is going on? No one would say a word to me, all the helpers worked in silence. Mabel came in a couple of minutes later, She smiled at me.I screamed at her “Untie me!” She then blindfolded me and dropped down by my ear and said“ If you make noises I will gag you too! Trust me Missus, I ain’t gonna hurt you.” I nodded my head in agreement.I couldn’t see anything and I was trapped on the bed by the bindings. The only senses I had were my hearing and touch.No one spoke in the room, I heard a faint thud, then felt a warm liquid being applied to my skin, by what seemed like many hands.Gently stroking and massaging my arms from the tips of my fingers up to my shoulders and neck. If felt like my whole body was being smoothed into relaxation. I could smell the spring floral scent of the oil and it worked like magic on my senses. The hands continued there ministrations down my sides and hips down to my legs, Up my thighs and back down to my feet. I started to get pretty relaxed.  MMM this feels soo good!The ministrations went on for forever it seemed, I had never felt anything like it before. The room was stuffy and I was starting to sweat in the murky air in the room. The hands stopped their ministrations, then I could feel something smooth and cold against my skin.Someone cut off my underclothes, from the hem all the way to the neck line. Since I was still tied to the bed, that left my clothes laying under my naked body and the rest of me completely visible to anyone in the room. Mabel whispered in my ear. “head hurt still?” “Ummm, No! But I don’t understand whats happening!” “I got told dat you don unda-stand how you cud like sex. Dat true?” “ I don’t know what you mean? What does my headache have anything to do with sex?” “ You will know dat soon missus.”  
 I heard what sounded like Mabel leaving the room, then all was quiet.I was still thinking about what just happened and what it meant, when I heard footsteps coming in thru the doorway. The door shut with a “click”. I was still blind folded so I could not be sure who came in or how many people. it sounded like 2 people, I'm sure of it. I waited to hear any more noises to let me know what they had planned for me, I heard a faint feminine whisper and a shuffle of what sounded like clothes hitting the floor. I felt  the bed move a bit as someone climbed up to the foot of the bed. Next I felt a body sliding on me, all Smooth silky skin and hard muscles. Large hands grasped my breasts and warm hot breath on my nipples, Then lips suckling one breast then the other, God it felt good! I could feel a warm tingle between my legs, and my body was starting to feel warm all over. My mystery man had wonderful hands as he gently grazed my body. His mouth was slowly working his way down to my belly button where he dipped his tongue.  I could feel his hands on my ankles working their way to my thighs and his mouth slowly working his way down on to the small patch of hair between my legs.“What are you doing?” His response was to grab my buttock in his hands and lick some hidden secret spot at the center of my femininity. I was so shocked I tried to pull away at once but in my efforts, I accomplished burying his face more deeply between my thighs. His tongue started in even harder and faster on that secret spot and I could feel myself melting against his mouth. My mind was telling me this is wrong but my body was not listening. I was completely on fire and I could feel myself getting somewhere, but where? Suddenly he pulled back and stopped what he was doing. By this point I was so on fire, I started to cry and beg. “ Please don't stop!” 
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From the Author: 
This story "Lily's Dark Secret" is the first book I ever wrote! It started as one short story and blossomed into much more than that. I had to do historical research so I could be realistic, even though on some things I prefered to use my imagination on. The story turned out to be a sweet romance and started me on a wonderful adventure of writing and creating my own stories. I'm so happy to share my baby with you, and I hope you enjoy reading about the characters as much as I did creating them. Thanks!  
 
 
 Text: Jamie Moody All rights reserved. Publication Date: March 25th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-freaky1984