WRITING PROMPT • MICRO MONDAY • EROTICA • HISTORICAL

I’m the Shopkeeper’s Daughter

And I’m looking for a little excitement in this small town.

1895

I stared at my dad as he served one of the girls from the saloon across the road.

“Thank you, sir!” she smiled as she left the general store.

“Stay safe out there!” he called as she stepped into the blustery weather.

My dad stared after her while her sexy red and black dress bounced with every step she took.

“I don’t want a new mom,” I quipped.

He glared at me.

“Mary, I didn’t see you there,” he said, his face turning red.

“I need to go. I’ll be back later,” I said.

“Not in this weather, you aren’t,” he said. “Plus, I need somebody to keep an eye on the shop later.”

“I’ll be back soon. Promise,” I said.

I was stuck in this small town with no way out. But at least I found a way to enjoy my time. His name was Edward, and he was the keeper of the lighthouse. Most townspeople stayed clear of him. They all thought he was weird for staying alone. But I knew the real Edward.

Edward was much older than me. Nobody would understand what we had, so I decided we should keep it a secret.

Dad grunted.

“Okay then. But please, try to stay indoors. This weather is only going to get worse,” he said.

I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Promise!”

I dashed out into the rain, unable to keep the broad smile off my face.

I ran as fast as I could, not slowing down until I reached the lighthouse.

“Edward, Edward, it’s me!” I shouted over the howling wind, slamming my fists into the door.

He opened and I jumped inside. Before he could even close the door, I planted my lips on his. We kissed as the rain and wind swirled in behind me. My dress was already soaking wet. I whimpered into his mouth as his large, rough hands grabbed my ass cheeks hard.

“Come inside,” he said, pulling away.

He shut the door. I was trembling. More with excitement than the cold.

“In here,” he said, pulling me into the tiny room.

A small furnace in the corner made the room cosy and warm.

“I can’t believe you got away,” Edward smiled.

“I need to get out of this wet dress,” I said.

I felt his eyes on me as I undid the buttons and peeled the wet garment off my damp skin. My nipples were rock-hard from the cold.

“You are beautiful, Mary,” he said, scanning my body with his loving, lustful eyes.

I stepped over to where he was standing.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I grabbed his dirty trousers and jerked them down. Edward grabbed both my breasts as I pulled out his erection.

“I like it when you go hard for me like this,” I said, sliding my hand back and forth, feeling his cock growing even longer.

“This is what happens every time I see you,” he said.

He moved his hand between my legs and parted my bushy lips with his large fingers.

“Uh,” I whimpered as his rough digit grazed my pulsating nub.

“Please, put it inside,” I begged into his ear. “My virginity is yours, Edward.”

Edward spun me around and bent me over his workbench. I felt his tip pressing against my pussy from behind. He grunted as he squeezed his large cock into my tight opening. I cried out, gripping the table with white knuckles.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I gasped.

The pleasure was excruciating. Better than anything I’d ever done myself. He grabbed my hips and slammed himself into me. I shrieked and moaned as he pounded me hard. My ass bounced against his pelvis with each thrust.

I could feel a sudden cold breeze. I looked to the side and noticed John and Anna, two kids from town. Anna stared before disappearing.

“Are you okay?” Edward asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Nothing was going to spoil this for me. The slapping of our bodies grew faster and louder.

“Ah!” I gasped as my body started shaking.

An intense orgasm tore through my insides. At the same time, Edward grunted. I could feel his shaft throbbing inside me as he filled my fertile womb with his creamy seed.

That was the night we conceived our child. It was also the night life took a tragic turn for both of us.

The tragic event that befell Mary and Edward that night:

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