Private Time Diaries

18th Century Quickie

A masquerade party gone sinfully wrong, that's what it was, she chuckled to herself. The memory was so vivid in her mind like it happened just yesterday. The events rolled out in her mind, the very events that ensued her life altering decision. 

It was a crisp winter morning, eve of New Year, being a Lady, she was to present herself to the Society. To find a match to marry out of convenience and bear an heir. That's what her Mother, the Duchess had told her since the day she could comprehend words. Her gown was made, just to her satisfaction, it wasn't what the Society had ever seen, oh! she made sure of that. It had no corset or a metal casing to keep her skirts in place, it was sheer silk that fell like the melting sheets of ice. It was frost blue, that shimmered with all the rhinestones when the light reflected off them.

'Milady, the Duchess has requested your presence at the green room' said her chamber maid. She gathered up her skirts, 'At once. Thank you, Celia', she knew why her Mother had asked for her, the impending lecture on finding a match that very evening seemed amusing to her. 

'Good Morning, dear one' her mother used the lightest of tones to set the mood. 'Good morning, Mother' she responded. 'I suppose you know why you're here Tatiana?' her mother urged. 'Yes, Mother. I shall find a suitable groom tonight and please you with my choice.' she replied obediently, for she knew if her rebellious side slipped up, she'd be stuck here all day listening to her Mother drone on about the importance of finding a man. 'Good, dear. Then off you go.' said her Mother.

Hours flew away, as she prepared herself for the evening. Now, she was dressed in her custom made gown, the material sticking to her like second skin. The curve of her bosoms drawing attention in an enticing way, the arch of her back itching the hands of many to hold. Her hair was up in a not so elegant bun, with small crystals hanging off it. Her eyes made to look enchanting. Her cheeks touched to add an extra rouge to it. Her lips painted just the right amount to beacon a chaste kiss. Her dress dipped deep both in front and on the back, leaving almost little to nothing for one's imagination. Her mask, was a pale blue, with white feathers that made the mask look like swan wings. Her feet were adorned by glass slippers that had a big sapphire stone embedded on them. 'Tatiana, our carriage has arrived' called her Mother. She took a deep breath, her heart souring with delight at the prospect of meeting new people.

She stepped into her carriage and sat elegantly as a Lady should. Pride shined in her Mother's eyes. 

The ball had only just begun when they entered. All eyes fell upon her, for she was 'different'. She went over to the host of the Party, Lord Reuben, a devilishly handsome man who was now wolfishly staring at her. His eyes widened in shock, as Tatiana returned the heated defiant gaze. Both now aware of their carnal goals.

He asked her to a dance, the women on all flanks whispering in hushed tones of jealousy for Lord Reuben never danced at his balls. The men envious for the Lord had taken the best among the meat offered.

He placed his hand on her lower back, his cold fingertips sent shocks up her spine. She lay her hand on his chest, his heart beat erratically and she knew her's was dancing the same way. She met his gaze, the fire reflected in both their orbs. They danced with such fluidity that no man hath knew. The steps were in sync, the dips on spot and the lifts a bullseye.

The crowd applauded them, and also regained their senses to not just be spectators. As the crowd began dancing, the couple disappeared off to the vast lands behind the mansion. He took her over to the stables. There stood a pure black stallion and a pure white mare. 'Shall we go for a short ride, Milady?' he asked, 'tis my pleasure, Milord' she said coyly. They mounted their horses and trotted off towards the plains. After a short while, she kicked her horse to go faster, now it was a race, a matter of pride for a man to not lose to his object of interest. They raced for a while and were back at the stables. He dismounted his stallion, tied him to his stall and was back to help Tatiana off her mare. Her held her hip and slowly lifted her off the horse, when he placed on the ground, he couldn't help but be at awe at how innocent and enchanting she looked, those lips just calling out to be kissed passionately. That's all it took, his lips were on hers, a surprises gasp escaped her lips, his tongue dove into her sweet mouth, tasting every nook and crany. Her arms were now around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of his head. He moved her to the wall of the stable, lightly brushed her breasts over her dress, this elicited a whimper from her. Soon, his mouth had left hers to trail a path of hot wet kisses to her bosom. Her neck peppered with kisses, her back arched, her body pressed impossibly close to his. She could feel liquid heat pooling into her core. Something hard pressed against her abdomen and she all but moaned at how enormous and warm it felt. He lifted her, her legs wrapped around her hips on their own accord, her breasts felt the crisp night air as they escaped the dress that caged them, his mouth on her nipples. He flicked it with his rough tongue, once, twice, till she was moaning incoherently. She felt his hand go to his pants, releasing himself. Her hiked up dress now bunched up around her waist, him at the entrance to her core. He stopped all that he was doing, looked her right in the eyes, almost like asking her permission. She nodded her head in consent, and in one fluid moment he was deep within her, she cried out both in pain and pleasure. As he moved in and out of her, all she did was moan 'Yes Reuben'. He didn't take advantage of her, instead he made sweet patient love to her against the wall of a horse stable. He groaned 'Tatiana'. She could feel an unknown entity building up in her. As it consumed her in its sinful flames, she felt the most alive in all her years, she screamed 'Reuben' just as he groaned her name and filled her with every sinew of himself.