The secret Diaries E-Book

Pierre d&apos, Amour

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A delightful new version of Fanny Hill with less smalltalk and more humour, definitely much sexier and more human than the original! Franny Mills risks it all and wins the jackpot much faster than Cinderella did, and she becomes Queen of the Castle much quicker than Snow White could have ever dreamed about: little Franny is not to be beaten . . .

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Pierre d'Amour

The secret Diaries

Fanny Hill revived with humour and sex appeal!

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The secret Diaries

The secret Diaries

by Pierre d’Amour

BookRix Edition 2016

Copyright by Amé

Pierre d’Amour:

THE SECRET DIARIES

Fanny Hill revived with

humour and sex appeal!

Cover painting by

George Goodwin Kilburne:

"Penning a letter"

1 - Thursday, May the 25th

 Thursday, May the 25th

Andrew had finally wrestled me onto my back on the green grass behind the chapel and he declared himself as the winner: »Today you will show me your fanny, Franny!«, he said with a triumphant smile. I liked a bit of wrestling with the boys of the orphanage because I always got strangely aroused by the physical contact, and I didn't mind that I was loosing most of the battles and had to submit to an embarrassing punishment. Mark was demanding a kiss for his wins, Jack was happy with a grope of my little titties but Andrew wanted to see them for his constant efforts to tame my wild spirit - already three times he had a good look at my flat chest and was certainly getting bored, not that there was all that much to see at my age in my blouse anyway, but it was exactly the same dilemma with my groin: whilst the boys all carried a proud little pecker in their trousers there was nothing in my underpants even worthwhile to mention!

My fanny was hardly visible and my pubic hair hadn't even begun to sprout - I was still looking like a baby on the outside, but the woman inside of me was slowly awakening, curious and adventurous. But even if I have had the strength to wrestle down one of the older boys I wouldn't have had the courage to peep into their pants - those boys had such an obsession with their particles: to molest a girl was seemingly alright in their superior minds, but it was certainly better for the peace in the orphanage, not to intimidate their pride myself! The only boy I was able to pin down to the ground was little Josh, and with the promise to show him my fanny I had teased him frequently into a challenge which he never won - he was the cutest of the four boys and to study the anatomy of the male pecker he was my only object! And as wrinkly the shriveled worm in his trousers was looking to me, it made me understand the inhibitions of the boys to expose their genitals, to keep this ugly thing a secret - and I would have done so too!

I was hardly back in the nunnery when Sister Clementine ordered me into her office, she plucked some grass out of my hair and brushed the dirt of my back, she didn't had to be told about what I had been up to behind the chapel! »You have grown up quickly and the boys will be soon all over you, Franziska!«, she said to me, »it is time to find some decent employment for you, and in a nice dress you will surely be pretty enough for a chambermaid! Madame Chesterfield had seen you in church last Sunday and she has shown interest in you, she will support the orphanage handsomely for a new maid, and we definitely need a financial injection to feed all those hungry boys!« Then she took a deep breath, she taught us children reading and writing and I had been her favourite in the classroom, and I had learned to love her like the mother I never had - she was wise and gentle, and when she added, that Madame Chesterfield would be here for the adoption up after lunch, I was sure that it hurt her as much as it hurt me!

My only girlfriend in the orphanage had been Maddy, she was a year older than me and had to be sold a few months ago, because the horny boys had been all over her and Andrew had even tried to fuck her - for years we had shared a bed together and held each other warm during the freezing winter nights! Maddy was a gentle sister and she had told me a lot about live outside the nunnery walls, she had been convinced, that all men were animals, and that they only used the word love in the context for getting into your bloomers - and as soon you were to fall pregnant to their insatiable perversions they would loose interest quickly and dispose of you as an intimidating witness of their boundless debauchery! And if you ever raised your voice against them they wouldn't hold back from whipping, torturing or even killing you to save their precious reputations - she was scaring the shit out of me with her stories and had made me quite reluctant to leave the safe house of the nunnery at all: I felt safer with my four boys in here!

Maddy had also taught me to be proud of myself as a woman, and I was sure, that she was already kicking balls out there in the cruel world - she had invented the wrestling games only to gain confidence in the combat of the sexes: she was a strong little woman and may have inspected most of the wriggly worms in the process! In a strange way she was my role model, I desired to be as strong as her and to kick balls, but I was only her little sister, and it was her who had to protect me against the groping hands of the horny boys. And when Andrew had made sure, that there was nothing wrong with my fanny and was petting the hungry animal in his trousers I knew, that I would be in trouble soon here in the orphanage. The employment as a chambermaid of Madame Chesterfield would hopefully provide me with a small income, so I was able to start my own life one day with my savings - and maybe I was even able to meet up with my friend Maddy once again, so I thought: I was still that naive, still such a dreamer!

A new Beginning

Madame Chesterfield was an impressive woman with a huge hair style and hung with jewelry, she had sharp eyes, a pointy aristocratic nose and a pretty stiff smile in the company of Sister Clementine - she had brought a purse full of coins too to seal the deal and so I was sold. Of course Clementine had to hug me before I left and she was wishing me all the best for my future, well aware that I was entering dangerous territory - a beautiful girl like me was prey to all the predators, she had once told me, as if it was the duty of a bride of Christ to know about such evil things! As a departing gift she handed me an empty book, a quill and an ink bottle, she encouraged me to keep on practicing my neat calligraphy, which had always delighted her - she had been a good mother to me for years and when I had to leave her with Madame Chesterfield I had hot tears in my eyes: a new phase in my life had begun and there was no way back!

A noble coach was waiting for us outside the gate and I felt like a princess inside such a fine transport, the huge town took my breath away, the buildings were so high that their tops were fading away into the ubiquitous London fog, and the wide roads were bustling with well dressed people, horse carriages and donkey carts, dogs were chasing cats and cats were chasing rats - the town was certainly alive! I saw the hustlers at the corners offering cheap sex and the flimsy clad prostitutes sitting behind their windows putting more lipstick on than was necessary! I witnessed the little thieves on the prowl to steal a watch or to pinch a purse in the throng, and I also got aware of the hungry stares of the gentlemen at my face, all looking quite starved by their present love life and lusting for a new conquest: and a young juicy virgin like me would just satisfy their sexual cravings for another hour or two! Not that I wanted to stay a virgin forever, but I still had the naive believe, that I was allowed to select my first lover by myself!