Randiana: The Amorous Adventures of a British Peer
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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: Long-Censored Erotic Classic. What turned the Victorians on? And how did a rich British Lord with money and time to burn while away the days between charing meetings of the local society for the suppression of Vice? Here is what life was like when the rich were wealthy and the poor had to turn to prostituton just to earn a crust of bread. From ball rooms to bordellos, look beneath the glittering facade of Victorian hypocracy.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: August 2004
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [140 KB]
Reading time: 86-121 min.
Veni, Vidi, Vici!
Fearing to frighten Lucy if I entered suddenly in a state of dishabille, and feeling certain that a prick exhibition might tend to shock her inexperienced eye, I readjusted my bollocks and peeped through the crack of the drawing-room door, which had been left temptingly half open.
There was Lucy reclining on the sofa in that dolce far niente condition which is a sure sign that a good dinner has agreed with one, and that digestion is waiting upon appetite like an agreeable and good-tempered handmaid should.
She looked so arch, and with such a charming pout upon her lips, that I stood there watching, half disinclined to disturb her dream.
It may be, I thought, that she is given to frigging herself, and being all alone she might possibly?but I speedily banished that thought, for Lucy's clear complexion and vigorous blue eyes forbade the suggestion.
At this instant something occurred which for the moment again led me to think that my frigging conjecture was about to be realised, for she reached her hand deliberately under her skirt and, lifting up her petticoats, dragged down the full length of her chemise, which she closely examined.
I divined it all at a glance: when I toe-frigged her in the dining-room she had spent a trifle, and it being her first experience of the kind, she could not understand it.
So she really is a maid after all, I thought, and as I saw a pair of shapely ladylike calves encased in lovely pearl silk stockings of a light blue colour, I could restrain myself no longer, and with a couple of bounds was at her side before she could recover herself.
"Oh! Mr. Clinton. Oh! Mr. Clinton; how could you,' was all she found breath or thought to ejaculate.
I simply threw my arms around her and kissed her flushed face, on the cheeks, for I feared to frighten her too much at first.
At last, finding she lay prone and yielding, I imprinted a kiss upon her mouth, and found it returned with ardour.