"Once the blindfold's in place, I'm lost to sensation..."
It’s the waiting. That’s what does it for me. In darkness and silence, except for the rasp of their breath. In stillness, my imagination whirls, images of every possible scenario flashing through my mind. God, that gets me halfway there...
St. Margaret’s Vicarage, Stratton-Over-Wye, Spring 1784What bliss, thought Lucy Whitmore as she listened to the birdsong in the slightly unkempt vicarage garden. Even if she racked her brains, she couldn’t remember the last time she had a quiet minute to...
Sitting cross-legged, with sustained focus, the unfamiliar sensation builds.A jolt at the base of her spine sends a leaping flame flickering over her clit. A wave of warmth sweeps up from her belly to a sense of empowerment and gladness...
"In late Elizabethan England, the poet John Donne is poised to make a life-changing choice..."
He thought he’d be in love before, but he was quite wrong. He knew that now.Donne leant against a stone pillar in the shadows of the Great Hall, glass of wine in hand, apparently laconically surveying the elaborately masked dancers...
The kitchen was sweltering, even with the ovens off. The bar staff had all gone and only the two of them remained.He watched as she stood over the sink of steaming water. Her hair clung in wet tendrils, drops sliding...
A hint of petticoat,A wisp of lace,Dear, tell me soThen I'll pick up the pace.A glimpse of ankle,Even bare shoulder,Now, to be frank, I'llBecome even bolder.Slide my hand to your gartersAnd that's only for starters,To stroke your bare thighWith a...
There was a jangling of the bell as they walked into the bookshop. Godfrey gallantly stood back to allow Eugenia through the doorway as he took off his hat. He then followed her to greet the shopkeeper who was seated...
Dancin’ the bluesIs a complicated business;First, you focus on the rhythm,Then you try to feelHow your partner moves,Fumbling to sway with his groove:Most of all, you strain to blend withAll the glory ofThat music,In three or four pressurised minutes,When you...
"In Elizabethan London, Dr Simon Forman visits the theatre with apparently magical consequences"
Simon sat at a table in a back room of the tavern nursing his glass of red wine. It was normally a raucous place after a performance at the theatre but tonight the atmosphere was strangely subdued. He stared into...
"Dr Forman was a real historical figure with a professed appetite for the fairer sex..."
Doctor Simon Forman sat at his desk in a comfortably appointed house a few streets back from the South Bank of the River Thames, using the early morning hours of watery sunshine to scribble up his case notes. Always an...