Victorian Romance and Erotica Collection by Lady T.L. Jennings
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Overview: Lady T. L. Jennings is a shy writer who loves the Victorian era and afternoon tea. She lives on the outskirts of Oxford in England, and writes Victorian erotica and romance with a dash of gothic mystique in longhand with a fountain pen.
She collects books, corsets, and lovers (all with varying levels of success).
Genre: Historical Fiction | Erotic
Master and Servant
Strange dreams and suppressed desire is haunting the young master of a large and neglected mansion. Without knowing, the new servant, Victor, is the source of forbidden temptation.
An extract from the story:
“Anything else, Sir?” he said and just slightly leaned closer, while his mind was having a rebellion against his behaviour. What was he doing? Was he insane? He would loose his employment! Ah, but he had not done anything wrong. Not yet.
“Anything, Sir… What do you want me to do?”
“Seduce me,” James whispered back, breathlessly.
“As you wish, Master,” Victor said softly, as he gave free rein to his yearning and kissed him lightly.
The kiss started gently, lips touching wet lips in short breaths, but as hands explored flesh, it grew deeper and tongues met. They kissed again and half-wrestled towards the old four poster bed, ripping the bed curtains aside.
Strange Masks
Two sisters and their cousin find an old chest in the attic filled with antique masks and decide to throw a masquerade. However, the masks seem to make everyone forget who they are and how to behave properly…
An extract from the story:
“…“Well, I… I must go to Mary! I think she is in trouble,” she said nervously.
“But she is not, look for yourself,” the anonymous man said and she could feel his breath against her cheek.
He was right, at least in a way. Mary -if indeed it was Mary- was by now engaged with both the servant and one of the guests. One of the female guests. She was sitting in front of Mary and kissing her tenderly, while the serving man was undoing the many buttons on the back of the sky-blue dress. Mary on the other hand seamed to enjoy the experience, and one of her hands had slipped underneath the woman’s elegant dress.”
View of a Cemetery
The first snow has already fallen and covered London in white.
A lone writer by the name of William is working late, when he notices a flickering light opposite the street in the neglected Winchester cemetery.
He decides to investigate it further…
An extract from the story:
“…Not responsible for my actions…” she whispered slowly and stood up, tip-toe, and kissed him. He was too surprised to draw back and when he tried, she had already placed her unexpectedly strong arms around his neck and he lacked the strength to pry them away. In fact, he felt strangely helpless, like it was someone else who acted instead of him, as he kissed her back. His hands involuntarily reached her waist and pulled her closer. She, on the other hand, shredded his clothes like they were made of paper and pulled him down towards the floor with him on top of her.
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