[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10nw1kd/mf_the_plantation_owners_daughter_a_forbidden/)

Rose’s blonde long hair is styled in an elegant updo, with a few tendrils framing her cute pale face. Her hair is pulled back and pinned in a way that creates a polished look while still appearing effortless. The tendrils framing her face add a touch of femininity and soften the overall look. Her bright blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight and her red perky lips complement her pale complexion.

She is wearing a long white dress that is cinched at the waist with a pink ribbon. The dress has a full skirt that falls to her ankles, and a fitted bodice with a sweetheart neckline, which dips down to show off her delicate collarbones and arms. The dress is made of a lightweight linen fabric, perfect for a warm day. The pink ribbon cinched at the waist adds a touch of color to the dress and creates a flattering silhouette, accentuating her lush bosom. A pair of elegant beige heels complements the dress with a pointed toe and a moderate heel height for an elegant lift. Read more »

I saw her leave his room again the next morning. Again she carried an empty tray, but this time she wore a baggy tshirt and flannel pajama pants, feeling, perhaps, a bit too ogled lately.
“Oh,” she said as I approached the study. “I think I left my panties in there, could you grab them?” She stuck her tongue out at me and headed for the stairs.
I apologized, and though she didn’t seem interested in mending any wounds at first, our work was largely on autopilot until the organics matured. Which gave us a lot of free time throughout that week. We went our own ways, reading or exercising in different wings of the house, but she also came to me occasionally, bored, begging to play cards or twenty questions or never have I ever.
“Never have I ever given head in a public restroom,” I said, and Madison rolled her eyes, lowered a finger, and told me to watch my mouth.
We took a paddle boat out one morning, her in the yellow-checkered bikini, the sun warming her thighs as she paddled. We played tennis on the professor’s private court. We rode bicycles down the first floor corridor. And eventually Madison removed the towels from her mirror.
I still saw her leave the professor’s bedroom each morning with an empty coffee tray. Rising at such an early hour, tasked with such remedial labor, she seemed less and less concerned with hiding her nighttime attire. As she left his room one morning, closing the door behind her, I saw that her t-shirt was mistakenly tucked into the back of her white cotton panties, which were indeed mostly transparent.
“I see London, I see France,” I whispered as she passed, and she sleepily jerked the t-shirt from her underwear.
It was that morning that the professor asked me to make a few changes to the DNA.
“Nothing major, just a few tweaks that need to be done before the organics mature,” he said. “Always part of the plan.”
I input the changes, with only a few days until completion.
Late that night – after midnight, at least – I was woken by the phone ringing. I sat up to glance through the mirror, and in the faint moonlight I saw Madison in her bed, propped up on her elbows holding the receiver to her ear. She stayed that way for a long time, her hair hanging over her bare shoulders. then she rolled onto her back. The receiver still in one hand, I thought I saw the other moving rhythmically beneath her sheet. Read more »

This is story is about Aisha. I’d met her early January, on an evening which was going pretty downhill. Pretty and pensive, Aisha was smoking, a cigarette after cigarette.

[The Woman with a Cigarette – 1](https://indiankink.substack.com/p/the-woman-with-a-cigarette-1)

It’s a story about knowing strangers, it’s a story about complexity in lives of people whom we pass by all the time, never to ask them how they are doing.

Well, if it sounds unsexy, it isn’t. Yes, it doesn’t start with the fun and light notes like [An Evening with the Girls](https://indiankink.substack.com/p/an-evening-with-the-girls-1); but there’s lots of sex. And even if it technically was a one-night stand, there’s a breadth of emotions and desires involved. Lust and love are potent emotions, especially if they aren’t for the same person.

P.S. It’s the Part 1, so, like all my series, it starts slow. If you want to binge on multiple parts later, make sure to check back after a week or so