The Virgin Bride by Joan Russell
Erotic 3-Pack - Gothic Victorian Erotica

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The Virgin Bride: 3-Pack by Joan Russell, 12,780 Words. Adult + Thea Winsted saw her husband for the first time on her wedding night. Married to the third richest man in England, the girl who had shunned all suitors until her father passed her off as chattel she was not expecting this gorgeous man with taste in sex she had never known existed. The Morning After introduced her to the ways he liked to be pleasured. And Three For Afternoon Tea introduced her to his best friend and expanded her knowledge of pleasure and pleasuring Contents: Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Chaining, Pinning, Whipping, Gagging, Hooding, The Knotted Silk Rope, Spanking, Double Penetration and much, much more. All the characters in this story are over 18. Adult+


I heard his delighted laugh before I saw him.
“I’m not going to murder you,” he said as he stepped into my room with minutes of my positioning myself. He was wearing a smoking jacket that complimented the colors in the room and picked up the green of his eyes. He smiled when he saw how I had draped myself on the bed.
“I was already driven nearly insane with desire for you. Now I can hardly wait,” he said in his low rolling voice. Then he surprised me. He sat on the bed beside me and took my hand. “Before we make love, I have some questions to ask you.”
“All right,” I said, swallowing nervously.
“Have you any experience with a man?”
“Do you know what to expect at all?”
“I’ve lived in the country all my life. I’ve seen animals mate,” I said. Even to me my voice sounded indignant.
I caught the look of delight on his face and tried to seem more demure.
“Are you willing to please me in any way I desire?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, wondering what on earth he was talking about.
“Some things I may want to do may be new to you. They are limited to humans not dogs and horses. Some things I may ask you to do you might find shocking at first. If I do something or ask you to do something you really are not comfortable doing, I want you to think of a word you can use to let me know you want me to stop.”
“What’s wrong with no?” I asked not quite certain what he was talking about but already feeling apprehensive.
“No can be very appealing to me,” he said with a smile that was tantalizing. “Pick a word that you would never use when making love.”
“All right,” I said sorting through words I would rarely use in conversation in bed. I rejected farm animals because as the sum total of my experience we might actually bring them up, articles of clothing were out as we might sometime discuss removing them and food might be part of a conversation in case we ate in bed.
“How about carriage?” I said at last. “I can’t imagine using that except in the most far ranging conversation.”
“Carriage it is,” he said. Then he pulled me forward, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply with those lips that seemed to vibrate with that vibrating energy that cause the pit of my stomach to contract in a burning spasm of passion. He kissed me until I was panting for breath and then he leaned me back against the pillows and kissed me some more. I felt his tongue probing against my lips and parted them to permit entrance. It seemed strange that he wanted to explore my mouth with his tongue; it seemed stranger that I loved the feeling – that it drove me to heights of passion that I could not have anticipated.
I felt him move, and heard the rattling of chain above my head.

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Published September 1, 2012 47 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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