Where do I start explaining my secret, in this Lush world of nonjudgmental desires? Why do I fear letting it known?  Oh god, here I go... Finding my favorite spot All nestled in bed Collecting my MacBook And logging in  Searching the forums For entertaining banter Finding a...

When Ladies Were Ladies Part 3

"She was beginning to explore certain things which were not at all very Ladylike."

Towards the end of the year 1913 Mr. Thomas' wife Murial died after a long illness. The shop was closed for the next week whilst arrangements could be made. The funeral was held at St Margaret's church and it was well...

When Ladies Were Ladies Part 2

"She was no longer the sweet slightly nervous girl that she was"

I had been at the shop for just over two years when I decided to leave home and get a place of my own. I had some savings and a regular weekly wage. There was no shortage of accommodation because...

When Ladies Were Ladies Part 1

"The unspeakable behaviour of an Edwardian lady"

Things at home were not good for myself or my three elder brothers. Our father was killed whilst working down a coal mine and our mother was in a deep depression. The boys all worked at the coal mine it...

To Some Ladies

"It had not created a warmer emotion"

What though while the wonders of nature exploring,     I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend; Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring,     Bless Cynthia’s face, the enthusiast’s friend: Yet over the steep, whence the mountain stream rushes,    ...