The Teacher

By M. J. Ames

Taboo Historical Erotica - A Short Story
An arranged marriage in the old west puts a young woman in the hands of an older man, and his invited guest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sand Dune Books
• Release date: Apr 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224294190

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Taboo Historical Erotica

An arranged marriage in the old west puts a young woman in the hands of an older man, and his invited guest.

The Teacher

Taboo Historical Erotica

June 12, 1868

On this, my last evening with my brothers and sisters, I lay in my bed thinking. My next youngest sister, Eileene, is curled into my side and warm. I shall miss her. We’ve been two peas in a pod since she was born, and being that she’s just ten months younger than me, that’s been a long time of sharing this bed. The loft is quiet and all I can hear are the soft snores of my brothers on the far end and an occasional wheeze from my youngest sibling, Barbara. The flowers blooming always get to her nose. Poor thing. I suppose we are used to her sneezing and such. A nice rhythm is made between her and my brothers.

Eileene’s whimpering has ceased with only an occasional deep breath drawn and exhaled. I’d stopped my crying long ago, knowing it was useless. My mother’s tears were kept hidden as she would dare not show them to my father. It would be to her keen disadvantage to do this, so I kept mine hidden as well.

Still, I could not sleep but let my mind drift to the afternoon where Mother and I were allowed to slip away for a couple of hours to talk, on the pretense of searching blackberry brambles. We found none, of course, and had lied to my father about what we had seen. No fully formed berries were on the briars yet but we knew where they would be in a couple of weeks or more.

But I would not be here to help Mother with them then—to make the preserves and cobblers. I would not be here forever more, unless as a guest.

Mother and I were able to talk, however, and I now know fully well what is expected of me. Fully so, even though the thought repels me. There is nothing I can do about this for it is all arranged.

Arranged. The candle on the nightstand flickered and the word becomes blurry.