Author: Erotic_Fictions

The air in her room was cooler than the balcony. Helena took a seat by the bed and waited for the door, pausing to admire herself in the gilt frame mirror that partnered her wardrobe. Of all her friends she was by far the best looking. She caught her breath and calmed her pulse.

What was she doing? She thought. She’d never led a sheltered life, but still, nothing like this. There’d been gossip with her friends, the kind of chatter about suitors in which any unmarried lady, no matter her standing, would engage. For the finer details about the male sex, and sex in general, there had been a particularly knowledge handmaiden a years past, an excellent teacher. But once rumours of Helena’s freedom with certain members of the household had spread to her wider family, there’d been a concerted effort to find her a husband. But what if they were right?

As Helena began to have second thoughts, a knock on the door brought her back to the earthy desires that sent her heart racing.

“Enter.” She calmly uttered.

The two men who stepped in were even taller than Helena had thought, and she stood up to greet them. Read more »

In the summer of 1852, there was a heat that fanned across the country, racing across the moors and estuaries with a speed unmatched by even the fastest of steam engines. And little did Lady Helena know, even if she’d thought about it, that this heat would have her taking two hard cocks before the end of the day.

The passengers on the train from London to Exeter sat still, avoiding the warmth, feeling out the cool breeze that ripped in eddies through the open carriage windows, the midday sun a scythe against the rolling fields. Among the less crowded carriages sat the rich of Taunton and Tiverton, returning from Paris with the latest fashions. The men puffed on pipes despite the sweat on their brows and damped their foreheads with kerchiefs, regretting the night’s binges. Servants ran fingers between too-tight starched collars and the older men and women fell asleep at their newspapers and books. Children ran along the carriage gangways while governesses and parents mulled the efforts of chasing after them. It was a train that moved through the landscape and carried a myriad of people and plans. But in one carriage, sat apart from anyone else was a curious face, curious in its calm and its presence. Two bright hazel eyes blinked in the flickering sun, as if reading a book at great speed. She looked not towards the hills and fields, their greens and auburns, browns and yellows, but at what was for her a journey home. Read more »