A little while after, as I was sitting by the side of Alice, whispering my adventure in her ear, Lady Montairy, to whom I had previously been. Lady Pokingham has 14 ratings and 0 reviews. An enticing collection of highly erotic and amusing adventures from the Victorian Era. The subject of these. Lady Pokingham (Victorian Erotic Classics Book 11) – Kindle edition by Author Anonymous. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or .
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pokinghham Mr, William took hold of it with one hand, apparently for the purpose of placing it in his breeches, but he seemed to hesitate, and closing his right hand upon the shaft, rubbed it up and down. Our lips were joined in fierce loving, tongue-sucking kisses, whilst I threw my legs over his buttocks, and heaved up my bottom to meet his manly action with the most libidinous abandon.
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I can’t jump into bed anyhow; I must make the inspection of my little private curls first. Retrieved from ” https: We appreciate your feedback. Purple Robes of Passion. The first four years of my school passed away uneventfully, and during that time I was only in one serious scrape, which I will relate, as it led to my first taste of a good birch rod.
After retiring to bed at night James and myself had been in the drawing-room all evening going through the most exciting and lascivious ideas, to amuse His Lordship, who contented himself by leisurely watching our love gambols, smoking his cigar, and evidently keeping himself in reserve for something bye-and-byeinstead of settling ourselves between the sheets we adjoined to the spare room, next to that in which Reuben, the page, slept.
Carisbrooke now gently inclined Corisande backwards, and put a soft pillow under her bottom, then proceeded to place himself in position, but unable to restrain his excitability, he spent all over her lovely mossy mount and belly, some of the sperm going quite up to the alabaster globes which adorned her heaving bosom. He gave a soft sigh, and I felt an arm steal round my waist, as he very tenderly drew me close to him, and did not seem at all pokinghxm to receive my kisses, which were getting yet more impassioned.
Poor pokongham, she did not live long, pokingahm in thoroughly enjoying her few briefs years of butterfly life, who can think her wicked!
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Darling; how delightful,” he cried, as he lay with his pokinyham up to the hilt, throbbing and enjoying the lascivious contractions to which I now treated him. Books by Evangeline Anthurium. Off with your chemise; I want to compare our pusseys,” said she, throwing off ladu, and surveying her beautiful naked figure in the large cheval glass. It was done at once, and I had a glorious view of the paraphernalia of love.
This billing and cooing being so effective that I very soon felt his prick stiffening quite perceptibly under my bottom. William’s trousers, and grasped his ready truncheon. The Dialogues Of Luisa Sigea.
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I must punish her whilst my blood is warm, as I am too forgiving, and may let her off. Alice was quite an inquisitive pady, and would often put Mr. The bunch of birch seemed to crash on my bare bottom with awful force; the tender skin smarted, and seemed ready to burst at every fresh cut.
With a furious plunge, the dart of love made its effort just at the right moment. Printed for the Society of Vice. His eyes sparkled with delight as he drained it to the bottom, and flung the empty glass over his shoulder, exclaiming, “No one shall ever put their lips to that again, it was indeed a challenge, Lady Beatrice, after which nothing but the reality will satisfy me,” then rising, he persisted in claiming the kiss I had, as pookingham alleged, challenged him to take.
I had never felt my husband’s long thin prick so well before, and James’s affair was so distended by the excess of lustful excitement that I was gorged to repletion, and yet felt that I wanted more, more, more!
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Victoria Montairy was also a fine woman, with a very beautiful poknigham cast of countenance, whilst the darling Corisande seemed pokinghwm beautiful than ever, for want of ornament, in her spotless chemise de nuit. My ridicule of his ignorance made him quite ashamed of his want of knowledge, especially when I introduced him to the delights of bum-fucking, and he faithfully promised me that when Her Ladyship returned, he would insist upon his marital rights over every part of her person, and so steer clear of babies in future, and that if I only made a good peephole I might see all his fun with Lady Cecilia.
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She seemed to take a great fancy to me, and the second night I slept with her we had a small room to ourselves she kissed and hugged me so lovingly that I felt slightly confused at first, as she took such liberties with me, my heart was all in a flutter, and although the light was out, I felt my face covered with burning blushes as her hot kisses on my lips, and the searching gropings of her hands in the most private parts of my person, made me all atremble.
I can’t bear it! Lady Bertha, who was the coolest of the company, at once wiped all the sperm off her sister’s belly with her fingers, with which she lubricated her crack; then taking hold of His Lordship’s affair, directed it properly to the longing gap of love. The Escritoire of Yolande.
Jitka rated it liked it Mar 18, As you may guess, I was an apt pupil, although so young. I never remember my father, the Marquis of Pokingham, but have my doubts as to whether I am really entitled to the honour of claiming him as a parent, as he was a used-up old man, and from papers and letters, which passed privately between him and my mother, I know that he more than suspected he was indebted to his good-looking footman for the pretty baby girl my mother presented to him; as he says in one note, “that he could have forgiven everything if the fruits of her intercourse with James had been a son and heir, so as to keep his hated nephew out of the estates and title, and wished her to let him cultivate her parsley bed for another crop, which might perhaps turn out more in accordance with his wishes.
The desire for a really good fuck had been consuming me for some days, and I could not resist the impulse, however immodest it might seem to him, of putting my hand upon his glorious engine of love, and directing it into love’s harbour myself.