Author: ReneeWritesErotica

Bedding the Maid Behind Your Husband’s Back

“So which will it be? Tea or me, dear lady?” Anne inquired while slowly beginning to unbutton her navy blue frock.

There was a flurry of hand movement as the sapphists attempted to remove their own and each others clothing. Emilia could hardly bring herself to part from Anne’s perfectly plump lips even for the sake of undressing. Her chambermaid, clearly more skilled, took control in spite of being backed into one of the tree-like bed posts. Emilia could have fainted from pleasure as Anne roughly tore off the chiffon dressing gown that had previously enveloped her hungry body. She closed her eyes as the sultry maid began to plant kisses, feverishly, down her neck until buried within Emilia’s inviting diddeys. Her heart leaped as Anne ran her tongue between, then under her breasts. When the beautiful, red tongue ran over Emilia’s nipples they turned upwards in arousal. Read more »

Ever wanted to do it at the cinema…in 1901?

Before Orlando could offer anymore information, a hush spread over the crowd as the Phantoscope began to whir, then lit up the white sheet in front of them. Violet heard a few people gasp along with her, then a few nervous chuckles when the picture started to play. Under her breath, the maid read the title “Le Coucher de la Mariee,” then looked puzzled at Orlando.

“It means, ‘The Bride’s Dilemma’,” Orlando whispered in Violet’s ear.

“I hope the whole picture isn’t in French.”

Now on the screen were two people, newlyweds, clearly from their somewhat chaste behavior. The husband seemed absolutely besotted with his new wife, he kept pawing at her clothing. He looked as if he were begging her to disrobe, but the wife was bashful. Occasionally, she would push him, gently, away; no doubt how her mother taught her to be on one’s wedding night. The new wife gestured for her husband to go behind the screen so she could undress in private. Some men in the crowd began to whistle as the woman began to remove her many layers of clothing. When the insatiable husband began to peek around the screen for a look, Violet chortled along with the rest of the audience. Each time he tried to catch a glimpse of his wife’s pearly skin, she would shoo him away, much to the watcher’s chagrin. Fortunately, she keep up the demure, little burlesque until she was down to her corset and pantaloons. Read more »

Looking for readers!

I’ve been writing Victorian era erotica throughout the pandemic and would love more readers or followers on my [Patreon.com/reneekensington](https://Patreon.com/reneekensington) some kinks featured are ankle porn, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and a something like “furries” that I call “scalys”

This post is not intended to break any possible rules about posting a link to one’s work. I merely want to reach a larger audience. Thank you!