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Playtoy For A Prince - Erotic Victorian Romance - Based on True Story
Playtoy For A Prince - Erotic Victorian Romance - Based on True Story
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Playtoy For A Prince by Joan Russell. 4,373 Words. Victorian Erotic Romance. Based on a true story. Lily Langtry and her husband Edward were invited to an intimate dinner at the home of Sir Allen Young – the great mariner and explorer. She did not know it but this dinner would be the beginning of one of the great affairs of the Victorian age between Jersey Lily herself and the Prince of Wales, heir to the British throne. Contents: Explicit erotica, oral sex, anal sex, bondage, paddling, multiple orgasms, and more. All Characters are 18 and over. Adult +.
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The Viscount, undoubtedly at the Prince’s insistence, had kept the party intimate. Only a few of The Marlborough Set – the Prince’s closest and most trusted friends and their wives – had been invited. The implications were charming.
At dinner Edward had a place beside Sir Allen at the table’s head while I was relegated to a distant seat at the far end of the table beside the Prince. Edward had been immensely flattered. He had gone on and on about the honor of his place at the head of the table. I in turn had held the Prince’s whispered words close to my racing heart.
“When can I see you?” he had asked leaning close and placing his warm, strong hand on my willing thigh.
“Whenever you wish,” I had replied without a second’s thought. It was like rushing a fence when riding to the hounds. You either took the fences at speed or you didn’t hunt.
He didn’t wait. The next morning a man in royal livery presented a card at our door. It simply read “Royal Suite – The Langham – noon.”
“Who was that?” Edward asked as he sat himself for breakfast.
“No one of importance,” I replied, tucking the card deep into my sleeve.
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The Viscount, undoubtedly at the Prince’s insistence, had kept the party intimate. Only a few of The Marlborough Set – the Prince’s closest and most trusted friends and their wives – had been invited. The implications were charming.
At dinner Edward had a place beside Sir Allen at the table’s head while I was relegated to a distant seat at the far end of the table beside the Prince. Edward had been immensely flattered. He had gone on and on about the honor of his place at the head of the table. I in turn had held the Prince’s whispered words close to my racing heart.
“When can I see you?” he had asked leaning close and placing his warm, strong hand on my willing thigh.
“Whenever you wish,” I had replied without a second’s thought. It was like rushing a fence when riding to the hounds. You either took the fences at speed or you didn’t hunt.
He didn’t wait. The next morning a man in royal livery presented a card at our door. It simply read “Royal Suite – The Langham – noon.”
“Who was that?” Edward asked as he sat himself for breakfast.
“No one of importance,” I replied, tucking the card deep into my sleeve.
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