| Author: | Belinda LaPage | ISBN: | 9780463827482 |
| Publisher: | Belinda LaPage | Publication: | October 24, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Belinda LaPage |
| ISBN: | 9780463827482 |
| Publisher: | Belinda LaPage |
| Publication: | October 24, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
“So these methods,” said Westall. “They can be learned, can they not? Might we not now retire to the library and you can give me the remaining instruction I require to fulfil my role.”
“Just a moment,” Victoria pleaded, the firelight flickering in the dark pools of her dilated pupils. “Dear husband, you are a master trainer in your own right. Did my father not give you Watson as a colt to break for me?”
“Of course, my love,” he said. “But mastery of one trade does not imply mastery of all. In this instance I feel I must apprentice myself to the good doctor, and take on his wisdom in these matters.”
“And how would you instruct a young apprentice, husband?” she challenged him coolly. “Should you sit him down in the tack room and teach him all you know, then send him out alone with some unbroken filly?”
“Madness!” cried Westall. “He must mind his master working the lunge line, watching, learning the process. To go out alone? God’s truth, dear girl. I should break the boy instead and ruin the filly in the bargain.”
Victoria sat up in bed, baring her breasts yet again without a hint of modesty while Westall sealed his own fate. Rather than responding, she simply raised one blonde eyebrow and looked at him, waiting to see if he understood the implication of what he had just said.
Suddenly his countenance shifted from consternation to outright surprise; his entire upper body jerked with the shock of understanding and his jaw unhinged in dismay.
“No! Victoria!” he pleaded. “You are my wife! Surely you cannot be suggesting …?”
I understood precisely what she was suggesting. It was what my poor, unrelieved cock had wanted from the moment she entered the room in that silken gown.
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The Great Detective strikes upon a case most impenetrable.
A Lord of the Realm. His young virgin bride. It’s a problem humans have been solving in the most natural way since the species began, and yet, these two are still unable to fulfil their marital destiny.
At the best of his young wife, Lord Westall seeks out the great detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, accompanied of course by his dashing aide and biographer, the inimitable Dr. Watson. Perhaps these fine gentlemen can succeed where the clergy and physicians have failed.
At first glance, the case appears beyond Holmes’ methods of deductive reasoning—hardly a surprise for someone who lacks first-hand experience with the fairer sex. No so, however, the wordly Dr. Watson, who perceives immediately where the fine Lord and Lady have run afoul.
Perhaps Lady Westall would indulge … a demonstration.
The Case of the Virgin Bride is a lurid tale of Victorian wife-watching erotica that finally turns the detective’s lens on his heroic scribe, Dr. Watson.
“So these methods,” said Westall. “They can be learned, can they not? Might we not now retire to the library and you can give me the remaining instruction I require to fulfil my role.”
“Just a moment,” Victoria pleaded, the firelight flickering in the dark pools of her dilated pupils. “Dear husband, you are a master trainer in your own right. Did my father not give you Watson as a colt to break for me?”
“Of course, my love,” he said. “But mastery of one trade does not imply mastery of all. In this instance I feel I must apprentice myself to the good doctor, and take on his wisdom in these matters.”
“And how would you instruct a young apprentice, husband?” she challenged him coolly. “Should you sit him down in the tack room and teach him all you know, then send him out alone with some unbroken filly?”
“Madness!” cried Westall. “He must mind his master working the lunge line, watching, learning the process. To go out alone? God’s truth, dear girl. I should break the boy instead and ruin the filly in the bargain.”
Victoria sat up in bed, baring her breasts yet again without a hint of modesty while Westall sealed his own fate. Rather than responding, she simply raised one blonde eyebrow and looked at him, waiting to see if he understood the implication of what he had just said.
Suddenly his countenance shifted from consternation to outright surprise; his entire upper body jerked with the shock of understanding and his jaw unhinged in dismay.
“No! Victoria!” he pleaded. “You are my wife! Surely you cannot be suggesting …?”
I understood precisely what she was suggesting. It was what my poor, unrelieved cock had wanted from the moment she entered the room in that silken gown.
────
The Great Detective strikes upon a case most impenetrable.
A Lord of the Realm. His young virgin bride. It’s a problem humans have been solving in the most natural way since the species began, and yet, these two are still unable to fulfil their marital destiny.
At the best of his young wife, Lord Westall seeks out the great detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, accompanied of course by his dashing aide and biographer, the inimitable Dr. Watson. Perhaps these fine gentlemen can succeed where the clergy and physicians have failed.
At first glance, the case appears beyond Holmes’ methods of deductive reasoning—hardly a surprise for someone who lacks first-hand experience with the fairer sex. No so, however, the wordly Dr. Watson, who perceives immediately where the fine Lord and Lady have run afoul.
Perhaps Lady Westall would indulge … a demonstration.
The Case of the Virgin Bride is a lurid tale of Victorian wife-watching erotica that finally turns the detective’s lens on his heroic scribe, Dr. Watson.
