All character depicted are 18 years old or older. This chapter is non-erotic (except for hints of dominance and submission). If you were looking for something erotic, try chapter 1 (dominance and pussy eating), chapter 2 (dominance and cock sucking), or chapter 3 (first time, vaginal).
In any case I hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment!
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Darcy waited for her husband to dismount his horse. Once his feet were on the ground he helped her off as well. Darcy looked around at the town square. She could smell the bread from the bakery. The sweet, cinnamon smell wafted towards her from the other side of the street. Each store was made of brick or grey stones with steps leading to the door and large storefront windows. Beside the bakery was a fabric store. Its windows displayed beautiful patterns and colors. She thought of how fine the fabric would be to touch. By their texture, she could tell that they were silky smooth, and would most likely be very expensive.
She gazed at the other stores. Each one was familiar to her. The hat store sold modest bonnets as well as large bright hats with wide brims. There were clothing stores that sold fancy pleated dresses and fur coats. A small jewelry store was displaying a string of black pearls in their window next to a large emerald ring.
On the other side of the cobblestone street there was a butcher who sold many different cuts of meat. A small shop devoted to selling soaps and linens as well as various housewares was next. Darcy and her husband stood in front of a large furniture and custom woodworking shop. However, they headed right, walking underneath the signs for various boutiques, hairdressers, and food stores. Finally, they reached the store he had been heading towards.
Tucked away in the corner of the town square was a door that lead directly to a staircase. Darcy followed her husband up the steps, holding his hand until they were at the top. Once there, they walked through a narrow doorframe into a large square room. The room was dark and dusty. Every wall was filled with shelves, each containing books. The smell of old paper and leather filled the air. There were cushioned chairs in the center of the room and small tables that were just big enough to hold the lamps that were resting on top of them.
"Sit down on one of the chairs, while I pick something out," Her husband said to her.
Darcy sat in a large faded pink armchair. It was missing a button on the back, but was otherwise in tact and very comfortable. She rested, viewing all of the books in front of her. The shelves were crammed so full of books that some of them rested on top of one another. There was one shelf, however, that had captured her attention.
Darcy had come into this bookstore by accident once when she was a young girl and found a man in sailor's clothes. He had reached onto the shelf and pulled off, not a book, but a scroll instead. When he'd unraveled the scroll, she caught a glimpse of what was inside. Different colored splotches as well as dashes and lines. There were words over each splotch, but she couldn't have read them if she'd wanted to.
Before she'd even had a chance to ask what the man was holding, the storekeeper chased her out of his shop. When she was back outside her mother reprimanded her for getting away and reminded her that there was nothing for a girl in that bookstore. The women's stores were all in the other direction, her mother told her, gesturing to the various fabric and clothing stores.
Soon Darcy's husband arrived with a book in hand. Its binding was new. The brown leather hardly looked as if it had ever been touched. He gestured for her to stand and follow him to the storekeeper's desk.
"Jesse?" Darcy began timidly placing a hand on his. Jesse looked back at her, waiting for her to continue.
"What are those?" She asked pointing to the scrolls.
"Come here, I'll show you."
Her husband handed her the book to hold as he carefully took a scroll from the shelf. He blew off the dust and unrolled it to reveal a strange sort of drawing with symbols and dashed lines overtop strange, large, grey, shapes. Darcy looked curiously, trying to understand what it meant.
"These are all maps."
"Are they all the same?"
