Joanna's mourning is over, and she's very ready to take a lover. She's heard many a whisper warning her away from the Earl of Redmire - but what is the... > Lire la suite
Joanna's mourning is over, and she's very ready to take a lover. She's heard many a whisper warning her away from the Earl of Redmire - but what is the secret of his seductions? EXPLICIT - This short erotic story contains explicit scenes of Regency ecstasy between a woman and her lover. Excerpt: "Joanna, " said a soft voice behind her, and Joanna shivered. Perhaps fresh air was not all she had hoped for; the Earl of Redmire had been quietly paying attentions to her all the week, and she would not object if he chose to pay her a few more in the rose-scented dusk. "You are cold; I have brought you a shawl.""You are very kind, " she murmured, and let him drape the thin silk over her shoulders, his fingers lingering to brush a stray curl from her neck. "Thank you, your grace.""I wish you would call me Harry, " he said. "I have made myself free of your name, after all.""You have indeed, " she said, and cast him a glance from under lowered lashes that she hoped was alluring. "But everyone knows the Earl has no care for propriety.""Oh! How cruel you are, " he said, laughing. "Have you been warned against me, my dear Joanna?""Every girl is warned against you when she makes her bow to society, " Joanna said, which was true, but perhaps not the whole truth. She had been warned again when she re-entered society after her period of mourning was over; the Earl enjoyed the newly widowed, who were accustomed to a man in their bed, but not yet jaded by a succession of lovers. Indeed, it had been an astonishment to Joanna how many gentlemen had been eager to sample her favours now her maidenhead was long surrendered; men who would shy away from a marriageable miss made the most open advances to her.