Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2018 22:20:52 -0400
From: roxanne144295@aol.com
Subject: French Lesbians Part 1

It was a horrible time in my country, each day felt like the last. I am not
one to complain, since I am in the employ of the Duke of
Ars-en-Ré. Perhaps I am more in the employ of the dutchess of Ars-en
Re.We are located far enough from Paris to be out of the daily politics
however the peoples rebellion is growing day by day.Fear grows in the
entire country, we are not immune.  Je suis lesbienne and find myself in
more danger than the average hand maiden. Madame is very fond of me and
treats me more as a friend than employee. We are both very wary of the
Duke, who seems to desire more power within the government.

The Duches has three hand maidens that were personally chosen by her. It
turns out that all three of us are lesbienne.  We dare not intermingle as
the Duchess is very powerful, so we perform our duties as three
individuals. Marie is without doubt the most handsome of the three, then
Antoinette and myself. Many a night I have desired the other handmaidens,
so much so that it was all I could do to resist their bodies. Still
servicing my lady is a privilege and honor. My fellow handmaidens feel the
same way.

    Our employ is simple, we are to wait on the Duchess hand and foot and
satisfy her every need. She frequently returns the passion but we are wary
of her power. Should a foul mood strike her, and we could be sent to the
guillotine.

    Many a night I have lusted after Antoinette and had to take myself in
hand to prevent problems. From our separate beds we seem to know our inner
feelings. Still the steel hand of totalitarianism is on our minds and we
know deep inside not to give into the passions of flesh.

    Marie is quite the opposite, she is mousy in many ways yet has a slow
burning passion that is ready to flair at any time. Never have I felt such
a desire to return to my humble roots and leave the comforts of the castle.

    Midnight on Thursday I was sound asleep when my mistress sat at my
bedside. Her one hand covered my mouth to prevent me from crying out as her
other hand cupped my right breast. The message was quite clear, she wanted
me now in her bed.We kissed deeply and she led me by the hand to her
chambers. Madame stopped by the basin of water and washed my intimates
before leading on to her feather bed. Her body smelled of perfume and
desire. As always I allowed her to take the lead, tonight she lusted after
my private parts and seemingly could not get enough of my juices. I of
course reciprocated when we had communed for a while. She dismissed me
unceremoniously when she was satisfied and I bowed and left in silence.

    Returning to my room I found Marie in my bed, wide awake and lusting
after me. Politics is a deadly game and romance is a costly mistake if
discovered.Still pulling the covers over the two of us and feeling Marie;s
body against mine ignited a fire. We were deep into each others special
parts, in a sexual high when Antoinette slipped into the bed as well. All
fear left my mind as we all finally explored each others luscious bodies.
For an unaccountable time we worshiped each others femininity, separated
only by the forced silence on our selves

   To be discovered now would mean certain death. I swear the thought of
being caught was helpful in my multiple orgasms.