A Sex Inspiration

"Miss Winter, may I escort you further?" his voice was commanding, but she had become used to hearing the softer tone he used when speaking her name.

"Lord Northing, I couldn't possibly trouble you," she blushed.

"It would be an honour. There's a storm blowing across the valley; I feel it my duty to make sure you arrive safely to your destination." He spoke as he dismounted and took her delicate gloved hand in his own, leading the ebony stallion with his other hand.

They had an agreement to meet on this deserted path each Wednesday, they had never met anyone else during their walks and were sure that their intimacy would not be discovered.

Charlotte Winter was beautiful, golden ringlets framed a sweet face with keen, treacle coloured eyes, and her figure was thought to be among the finest in the village. Though his handsome profile and raven hair came from his mother's side, Lord William Northing was tall, broad-shouldered like his long-departed father.

They made a very attractive cou