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1226Newsletter addendum: New Release!
- Lynne ConnollyApr 2, 2013
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You know how they say time catches up with you? It just did a number on me!
I have a new release, today, right now, and I am so damn proud of this thing, you wouldn’t believe it. It’s part two of “Tom Jones.” I get a warm feeling every time I look at the cover and see “Lynne Connolly and Henry Fielding” there. I know it’s not deserved, but it’s still such a good feeling!
So here we go, off on our travels with Tom and Sophia. One of the joys of doing this book is reacquainting myself with the sheer happiness and joie-de-vivre of the story, although Fielding, being a Francophobe, would probably disapprove of me describing it that way!
So here’s the description, an excerpt and a buy link, just for you!
Tom travels further afield, and bawdiness ensues!
Part two of Tom Jones, Henry Fielding’s saga of a young man’s bawdy adventures in Georgian England, with added naughty bits!
After falling deeply in love with lovely Sophia Western, Tom is forced to leave home to seek his fortune.
Will he ever see her again?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of menage and multiple partners, as well as voyeurism.
You only pay for the words our authors have added—not for the original content
And here are some of those words:
Mrs. Honour found him in the garden, but the look of apprehension she thought she discerned on his features was smoothed over by the time she reached him, and when she suggested a walk in the garden, such a pleasant day as it was, he appeared perfectly reconciled to his fate.
Mrs Honour took him to some of the places she knew well, but she preferred the dairy at this time of day, as its busiest time was early morning, when the fresh milk was brought to be covered and stood and the maids created the butter the household should need for the rest of the day.
The dairy stood at the back of the house, around the corner to the main kitchen entrance, and they had a broad view over the estate, so that any interruption to their activity would be well heralded and they would have the opportunity to put themselves to rights before anyone noticed anything amiss.
“Come, you’re a likely youth!” Mrs Honour cried. “Are you content working here? You may tell me if you are not, for I am in a position to help you.”
Seeing the sense in the argument, the youth applied himself to performing such offices as Mrs Honour considered necessary payment for her making him a favourite. In the event, he found it not such a hardship. She participated with enthusiasm, having had nothing in the line of personal intimate relations for some time. His cock she found fine and full, enough to minister to her requirements. She preferred his compliance with full speed, because she had no indication of when he would need to return to his duties or when her mistress would return from her errand.
The youth hoisted her skirts, and she helped him out of his breeches, pushing them down his finely hewn limbs far enough for her to admire the beauty of his form and the sturdy male member thrusting its way rudely through the folds of his drawers and his shirt. The drawers were soon disposed of and the shirt proved no impediment to their mutual satisfaction.
Being somewhat taller than Mrs Honour, he lifted her against the wall, high enough for him to introduce his cock to her cunny and push inside her wet body.
Although the stones at her back pressed cruelly against her, Mrs Honour considered herself inured to the discomfort and set herself to enjoying the pleasure of having a young, vigorous man fucking her hard.
Sadly he was too young to be immune to that ailment to which many inexperienced but enthusiastic youths are subject to, viz., the inability to retain their enthusiasm for long enough to ensure the contentment of their partner.
His essence flowed forth, filling Mrs Honour with disappointment. But she did not intend for him to leave her so unsatisfied. Instead, when with profuse apologies he drew out of her, she seized his hand and insisted that he continue with that member what he had started with the other.
Under the impression that he needed some tuition, Mrs Honour guided him between her legs and to that hard knot of flesh that can confer great happiness to the majority of the female sex. Consequently, the youth obtained not only a good fuck, something he had lacked since he started his new job here, but instruction on how to ensure that his partner was as happy as he, something some men never learn in a lifetime of fucking.
For to keep a woman happy is a wonderful thing. It leads to contentment in the household in which everyone under that roof will perform his duties up to expectation, and make considerable exertions to ensure that it remains so.
Mrs Honour gave the youth detailed instruction. “Take this between your thumb and forefinger and twist and pull. Then press down. That will bring—” She was forced to break off when he performed this office with such success that he brought that required condition to her in double-quick time. After sighing her completion she praised the youth and informed him that she would be sure to mention that he had performed her some good offices, and that he deserved to retain his place and the vails guests would confer on him.
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