Mary Elizabeth Confesses Once Again
When I was a young girl, I used to live in the countryside. There I met a handsome and fun young man, whose name was Edward. He was a shepherd and looked after the sheep in the meadow, where we’d often play together. We became best friends. When it rained, we’d hide in the shed. Then Ed would pull out his p**** and I’d caress his body. He was touching my breasts, stomach, I was sucking his shaft… When he’d put his member between my breasts, rub my n****** and spill his s**** on my chest, I’d almost scream out of joy. We used to make love to each other, our bodies pressed firmly as the fire of passion would ravage both of us. I moaned so hard. For a while I lived carefree and looked forward to every new day and meeting my neighbor.
However, my parents found out about our relationship – and they did not approve of it. They thought that I should find someone who’d suit me. They forced me to marry a rich merchant from the city. I didn’t love Henry, nor did he have particularly strong feelings for me. After all, it was an arranged marriage (and that was the norm at the time). I lived like that in the center of the city, and although everything was at my fingertips, I had this feeling that I was missing something. I was indifferent about Henry, and he seemed to reciprocate.
One day, Henry, his sister Sarah, our servants and me went to a summer house located right in my village. I was tormented by the question of where my former lover was. Something was telling me that he could be in the nearby woods. On one occasion I found myself at the entrance to the woods, and saw a well-built man chopping wood. He looked at me and then it was clear to me – this was my Edward. He had become a lumberjack.
I spent wonderful evenings with him. We enjoyed watching the sunset. Henry might have noticed I was cheating on him, but he didn’t care. Eventually I managed to elope with Edward; it was then that I was finally happy.
N.B. This was written from my imagination. English isn’t my first language.
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