| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 1230000039200 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | December 17, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 1230000039200 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | December 17, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Just how kinky were the Victorians in England? Find out as some horseplay between cricket players leads to a nervous young aristocrat bound and hard; and when a team-mate who he's always lusted after finds him, the temperature gets very hot indeed! Can they avoid the glare of public exposure when they're caught in the act by Lady Bethany Fitzwilliam?
Warning: This peek underneath the Victorian veneer contains some 4,800 words of erotic enjoyment, and includes light bondage, heavy bisexuality, mutual masturbation, semi-public exposure, fear of discovery, a powerful woman, and gratuitious references to cricket.
Excerpt:
And then…then there was that part of me that fervently wished that the lads had never left, that they’d continued to berate and humiliate me…what on earth was I to do about that? And with those thoughts roiling round my mind, I suppose it shouldn’t have been a surprise that very soon after, my proud pole had achieved its full glory.
What I lacked in extreme length, I certainly made up for in girth, something that more than one young maiden of my acquaintance had commented on in days gone by. Now it bobbed happily between its legs, advertising my arousal to anyone who might choose to walk by. Not Lady Bethany! Anything but that! I screwed up my eyes and wished with all my being for anything other than to be discovered by her.
And, indeed, my wish was to be granted, because I soon heard the gentle slapping of bare feet padding into the room; and then, that low, powerful voice. “Afternoon, Bertie” said Twistle casually. “Bit of a jam you’re in here, old bean?”
I opened my eyes in relief. “Oh, Twistle, thank God. Thank God for you and your endless lukewarm baths. Just untie me and…” I broke off as I actually looked at him. He too was naked as the day he was born…and he, too, was sporting a massive erection. I stared at the thing in complete disbelief. It was impossible not to. It commanded attention, demanded attention. How on earth had I never realised what a monster it was that Twistle was stashing away in his flannels?
“Appearances can be deceiving”, he said. “You’re not the first to be surprised by it.”
“Twistle…” I said haltingly.
“My dear boy” he said, “please don’t do me the insult of pretending that you’ve not been looking at me. I’m not stupid, you know.”
“No, Twistle!” I protested. “It’s not that…I could never be sure that you felt the same way, you know? It’s too dangerous to say anything without being absolutely sure…”
“But now you are sure!” he said, caressing my cheek tenderly.
“Please listen!” I begged him. “Didn’t you hear? They’re plotting to send Lady Bethany Fitzwilliam in here! We’ll be discovered! Shamed!”
Just how kinky were the Victorians in England? Find out as some horseplay between cricket players leads to a nervous young aristocrat bound and hard; and when a team-mate who he's always lusted after finds him, the temperature gets very hot indeed! Can they avoid the glare of public exposure when they're caught in the act by Lady Bethany Fitzwilliam?
Warning: This peek underneath the Victorian veneer contains some 4,800 words of erotic enjoyment, and includes light bondage, heavy bisexuality, mutual masturbation, semi-public exposure, fear of discovery, a powerful woman, and gratuitious references to cricket.
Excerpt:
And then…then there was that part of me that fervently wished that the lads had never left, that they’d continued to berate and humiliate me…what on earth was I to do about that? And with those thoughts roiling round my mind, I suppose it shouldn’t have been a surprise that very soon after, my proud pole had achieved its full glory.
What I lacked in extreme length, I certainly made up for in girth, something that more than one young maiden of my acquaintance had commented on in days gone by. Now it bobbed happily between its legs, advertising my arousal to anyone who might choose to walk by. Not Lady Bethany! Anything but that! I screwed up my eyes and wished with all my being for anything other than to be discovered by her.
And, indeed, my wish was to be granted, because I soon heard the gentle slapping of bare feet padding into the room; and then, that low, powerful voice. “Afternoon, Bertie” said Twistle casually. “Bit of a jam you’re in here, old bean?”
I opened my eyes in relief. “Oh, Twistle, thank God. Thank God for you and your endless lukewarm baths. Just untie me and…” I broke off as I actually looked at him. He too was naked as the day he was born…and he, too, was sporting a massive erection. I stared at the thing in complete disbelief. It was impossible not to. It commanded attention, demanded attention. How on earth had I never realised what a monster it was that Twistle was stashing away in his flannels?
“Appearances can be deceiving”, he said. “You’re not the first to be surprised by it.”
“Twistle…” I said haltingly.
“My dear boy” he said, “please don’t do me the insult of pretending that you’ve not been looking at me. I’m not stupid, you know.”
“No, Twistle!” I protested. “It’s not that…I could never be sure that you felt the same way, you know? It’s too dangerous to say anything without being absolutely sure…”
“But now you are sure!” he said, caressing my cheek tenderly.
“Please listen!” I begged him. “Didn’t you hear? They’re plotting to send Lady Bethany Fitzwilliam in here! We’ll be discovered! Shamed!”
