Time seemed to me, as we feasted there, not to exist except as a way to unite us all in this drama of which I was now a part. Fully initiated, now, having been put to shameful use by the other ladies in the small hours of the morning (the final hour of the Ladies' Hunt was a scene of such debauchery that, jaded and aged as I am, I still quiver to recall it, and I was at the very center of that action, placed upon my back on an ancient oak table, subjected to the erotic whim of one noble lady after another, while the rest stood about and called out things such as "Should not that rump have something in it, Sophie?" and "Does no one have a birch?" [someone fetched a birch]), I felt my exalted position, and I looked at Edmund, and I knew gratitude, and the beginnings of the affection I maintained through all our years together. I suppose one could call it love.
"How many girls did you fuck tonight?" I had asked him, sleepily, as we settled into our bed together, at five that morning, just as the roosters were crowing.
"Oh, all of them," he had replied with a wicked smile.
As I had drifted off to sleep, I supposed that the heroine of a Jane Austen novel would have been horrified, but all I could see in my head was the village girls over the bench, in the park, and Edmund going from one backside to next. I had fallen asleep with my hand, surreptitiously, between my thighs.Here's the blurb of Emily's Journey to Prophettown. Buy the book at Amazon by clicking here!
Two hours into the flight, in my dream, Charles called the flight attendant over and said, "This is my wife Emily. She's wearing nothing but a diaper, and I think she may have to be changed. Would you please take her into the bathroom and check her diaper? Emily, sweetheart, do whatever Jean" (that was the name on her nametag) "tells you, OK?" He handed Jean a dry diaper.
My face as hot as a sun-baked desert, I nodded in my dream, and said, "Yes, Daddy."
The 33rd book of Explorations tells the story of fantasy-Emily's and fantasy-Charles' journey to France, the first step of their ultimate passage to Prophettown. In a medieval dungeon in Rouen, Emily will come face to face with the BDSM world recorded by her Victorian ancestress a hundred years before.
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf, anal, spanking, ageplay, watersports, diaperplay. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.
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I quite like this series, Emily, and I love how you've written the warning! :) I think Explorations is your baby.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. :D When I started, almost a year ago, I was almost positive I would never write publish anything else.
DeleteThe quandaries and exaltation's apparent and remembered and that surreptitious hand between her legs... Such a delightful and time-centered eros come through in your eroticism...
ReplyDeletebeautifully written, Emily. Yes, Victorian sentences are good- I fell in love with de Sade's the first time I read them. And this is a perfect scene :)
ReplyDeleteI am looking forward to starting this series!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's lovely. Edmund sounds like a wonderfully irresistible rake. Long sentences are clearly the way to go. I did my first #satspanks this week and reading through my book to find suitable clips, I realised that my propensity for short sentences is going to make this a bit tricky for me.
ReplyDeleteI think Victorian would be so hard to write, but you have really mastered it.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. Your Victorian dialog is spot on and her musing paint a picture of delightful debauchery.
ReplyDeleteOMG, the humiliation factor really steps up the steam.
ReplyDeleteI cracked up about the long sentences being well-suited to SatSpanks! I love your Victorian dialogue too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story, The dialog sings.
ReplyDeleteLove Explorations, always such a joy to read.
ReplyDeleteYou're right. Long sentences do work better for #SatSpanks. Most of mine are rather short in comparison. Love how you describe the debauchery.
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