It was a hot sultry night in the Louisiana bayou. The Spanish moss seemed to drip off the cypress trees it clung to. Claire hurriedly dressed as she prepared to sneak away under the cover the darkness would provide her. It would envelope her lush body like a rich cloak. Claire lived on her family's plantation. It was a lovely place and it had been willed to her and her husband when they passed away the year before. Her husband had gone into the city for the night to make some financial arrangements with their crops and she was all-alone except for the house servants. Summers were always hot and steamy. Her flesh had already started to become hot and a few beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. She was definitely a Southern belle, soft pale skin that glimmered in the moonlight, brown hair that curled into tight locks around her face, and a petite form.
She moaned softly thinking of what was to come as she took the back door out of the house. He would be waiting for her under the weeping willows by the docks. She stole away like a thief in the night making sure no one saw or followed her. Slowly she made her way to the docks. She smiled seeing him stretched out on the grass. His face lit up only by the light of a few candles he'd taken from the house. He was so gorgeous she thought to herself. He was Marcus the butler, also a slave. His caramel skin contrasted to hers like night and day. She approached him almost in a run and nearly knocked him over when she sank down into his arms. She started to kiss him feverishly. Her body felt so alive, goose bumps darted all over her flesh. Yes it was forbidden, but they loved each other, they'd grown up together. Besides her husband no longer slept in the same bed she did anymore.
