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A Lady's Delights - Chapter 5
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A poor night's sleep made no difference; Cassandra still had guests, and she could not simply dwell under her blankets until she was roused out of her bed by the sun climbing higher in the sky or Estelle pulling the bedding away from over her body.
Estelle... she thought of the woman, her servant, the object of her desires, as she descended the steps. What happened last night; what exactly was it she saw taking place in her garden, under the moonlight? All she was certain was that Estelle and Violette were in the gardens together, talking and admiring the flowers. She did not know if one had invited the other, or if they encountered each other by chance; she did not know, further, where they may have gone to once she drew the curtain shut. Did they return to their own rooms, or one or the other's quarters? Her sleep was filled with so many nightmares of the two of them enjoying one another's company that she wasn't sure which could be tr
A Lady's Delights - Chapter 1
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Cassandra touched the end of one finger to the tip of her tongue, moistening it ever so slightly, and turned the page of her novel. She sighed as the young man it described-- a handsome suitor in the prime of his life, with dark hair and a tan complexion-- leaned the lady of his interests against a tree. Their bodies pressed together in a way that, even though the author described them as mostly dressed, still brought a blush of pink to her cheeks. It was simply scandalous, she thought to herself with a shiver.
The young lady looked up and past the brim of her hat, bent down to shade the fair skin of her face from the warmth of the afternoon sun. Her maid had approached from elsewhere in the walled gardens, smiling as she always did. Skin the color of coffee and cream was half covered by long, black hair, a white scarf tied under her chin to hold its length away from her eyes. Her young figure was wrapped neatly in the
Kiriban - The Wide Blue Yonder"You're a gutless, scrawny bit o' filth if ever there was, and ye'd be lucky ta' get a woman worth half o' me!" Paoclea shouted down at the boat, still hopeful she could employ her seductive wiles on the current object of her desire. Having spent most of her post-teenage life on Shillapo Island, she went out of her way to counter the stereotype that seagull harpies were crude, nasty and unpleasant: her black and while feathers were freshly groomed, snowy white hair recently cut and styled, and she had even bathed that very morning. Her natural assets were also on full display, as she wore nothing but a belt with some handy pouches at her waist, ensuring she cut a far more attractive figure that those females who covered themselves in bulky clothes. This male should have been wrapped around her little talon.
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Unfortunately, her future lover was accompanied by two unruly females who seemed committed to preventing any sort of romance from blossom