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Lady Bethanys Cocktease (BDSM tease and denial) Sapphire Rush

Lady Bethanys Cocktease (BDSM tease and denial)

Sapphire Rush

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Bethany Fitzwilliam is a classical Victorian lady- heir to a greatfortune, desired by all the bachelors of London, she takes great painsalways to conduct herself with complete propriety and dignity. At leastin public thats the case- and, whenMoreBethany Fitzwilliam is a classical Victorian lady- heir to a greatfortune, desired by all the bachelors of London, she takes great painsalways to conduct herself with complete propriety and dignity. At leastin public thats the case- and, when horny young aristocrat the Hon BertieThomas comes to pay a visit to her in private, what fun and games does shehave in store for him?Warning: This peek underneath the Victorian veneer contains some 6,300words of erotic enjoyment, and includes light bondage, bisexual themes,tortuous tease and denial, extended footplay, and a cup of tea.Excerpt:Lady Bethany giggled again. “Come now!” she said, chiding me gently. “Ithought that after our previous encounter, you would know that you needntbe ashamed of yourself around me...”I nodded, but I continued to keep my legs crossed, concealing the tell-tale bulge in my trousers.“Force of habit, Lady Bethany”, I said.“I see.” She patted the fabric of her furniture. “Maybe it would helpyou relax to sit here? And then you can tell me all about why yourereally here.”I gulped slightly as I rose and crossed the room. Lady Bethany lifted herlegs to permit me access to the chaise longue - and, when I sat down, eventhough Id been preparing myself for her to do something, it still made meclose my eyes, look heavenwards, and gasp slightly when she rested herankles gently in my lap.“Youre a beautiful man, Bertie”, she said casually. “Did I mention thatat all?”“...No, Lady Bethany”, I said.“Well, now I have.” She shifted her position slightly, and as she did so,one of her naked heels brushed gently across my hardness.“Pray, tell me your story.”I gulped. “Well...” For a moment I was racked with indecision. Could Ireally trust her? She seemed to have been discreet once, but gettinginvolved with her had already led to societal death for her previous beau.And I couldnt risk that. I need a comfortable life. I couldnt go toIndia, or Canada, or Australia. I need to shiver against the wind,complain about the train service from Waterloo, spend an improving nightat the theatre.“Im sorry, am I distracting you?” said Lady Bethany- and then her footbegan to move gently against the front of my trousers. Pleasure shot upmy spine, exploded in my brain- and it dispelled completely the fickle,unworthy doubts I was having about her trustworthiness.“Well, Lady Bethany”, I said in slightly strained tones. “Its just...Icant find anyone that Im, ah, compatible with.”“Really?” she said, applying slightly more pressure to my rapidlyhardening prick. “Well, Im surprised by that. Surely even you arenttoo big for all the ladies of London?”The look in her eyes! Ladies werent supposed to look like that, thinklike that, talk like that.