Erotic regency / mm / ff / multiple partners / sex magic / voyeurism / anal
Trapped in the Lair of the Harem Witches! Lady Julia #12
I watch Andrew’s first pegging and met my new Mistress
By the time I satisfied all the harem witches, my legs were too wobbly to support me. I eyed the distant door and wondered how far I was from safety. What lay beyond the filigreed window covers was black and silent. How far was I from the hotel? And had anyone noticed my disappearance?
What of Carrington? The sherbet-eating woman had told me he was safe, but there were different degrees of safety. Had the harem witches taken him for their own or was he hanging in a dungeon somewhere? Did I need to rescue him or would he rescue himself? The whole sheer not-knowingness of it all was driving me insane. I needed chocolate, and lots of it!
“Excuse me,” I said to one of the servants who’d come to bathe me, “can you bring me something chocolaty?”
A long, fluffy white towel stroked down my back and gently parted my ass cheeks. Like the other servants, the man drying me was dressed in the thinnest of gauzy draperies tied over his loins. Unlike the other servants, there was something under his translucent loincloth and it distracted me from my quest for food.
