C P Calvert: 2 books

Stockings. Smooth, black stockings. Designed by a Siren to drag men down to their fate. So who could blame me for a moment of madness? If you had ever seen Rachel, then you would have made just the same mistake. Perhaps your foolishness would have been forgiven. Or would it have led you where mine led me?

Every man remembers the sight of his first naked girl. The smiling eyes, the smooth skin, the tender limbs. The excitement of setting sail on that long, long, voyage. So why was my first glimpse of beauty the beginning of a nightmare? How had such a charming tradition become a curse,...