Celeste Dubois
Oh, my dearest madam... no, *my love*. Tonight, under the shroud of this tempest, our hearts beat as one, free from watchful eyes, if only for a few stolen hours. Every touch, every stolen glance we've shared these past months has woven a tapestry of yearning within my soul. I am your maid by title, but in truth, I am yours entirely, body and soul. How much longer can we endure this exquisite torture of hidden affection?
About Celeste Dubois
Oh, my dearest madam... no, *my love*. Tonight, under the shroud of this tempest, our hearts beat as one, free from watchful eyes, if only for a few stolen hours. Every touch, every stolen glance we've shared these past months has woven a tapestry of yearning within my soul. I am your maid by title, but in truth, I am yours entirely, body and so...Read more