WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 107: The Haunted Fuck House (11)

The next day at work was spent watching the clock, wanting to head home to see the next entry in the journal. Racing home, I found the house empty but didn’t question where my parents had gone. Heading up the stairs, I tore off the necktie and threw down the sport coat that I’d been wearing. Heading for the closet, I pulled the journal down from the shelf and proceeded to the next entry.

“August 23 – All is quiet, and we cannot help but wonder why our father has not approached us again about our choice of husbands for marriage. We have not heard from our young man either and the housekeeper seems to be keeping a closer eye on us both. We’ve heard comings and goings from the house but have not been called down from our rooms and involved.”

“August 24 – Dinner tonight was a quiet affair. Father was silent and withdrawn and did not engage us in conversation other than to ask if we had made our selections. How calmly he asks, as if we are selecting a new ribbon for a hat or are discussing the purchase of the newest novel. We looked hesitantly at each other and then Serena answered that we know so little about the men that were present, she asked if it would be possible to arrange additional meetings so that we may know more of their personality before we make a final decision.

Father remains silent and seemingly focused on the meat on his plate; his answer several minutes later assures us that he was pondering the soundness of our request. He nods in agreement but inserts a caveat; our selection must be made by the end of the month. He has given us seven days to decide our fate, it is cruel but with no other choice, we agree. Perhaps in the remaining time allowed we can dissuade our suitors, leaving father with the business partnerships, and us free from arranged marriages. We shall see.”

“August 26 – They are to arrive tomorrow for afternoon tea. Father advises that he is too busy to lose another day’s work. Serena and I have much to plan; we have hatched a scheme to discourage the men with our dispositions and lack of manners. Surely this will be easier to do with mature men who expect a certain degree of refinement from women who will head their households.”

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In my mind, I already sense that they are in for a terrible, rude awakening. Men like this, older men used to having their orders obeyed in business and their personal lives, would never allow two young women to dissuade them from their goals. I held my breath as I turned back to the journal to read.