Miss Simpkins’ School: Molly by Raven McAllan also check out the birthday celebration at bottom



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Miss Simpkins’ School—where seduction’s the game and success is the aim.Why settle for less than everything? Come to school and let classes commence.

Lady in the drawing room and whore in the bedroom…

As the ex-mistress of an earl, Molly is ideally suited to teach the young

debutants of the ton to get the best out their marriage. Where does that leave Molly,

herself, however?

She’s no debutante, but a woman with needs and fantasies—fantasies that

Charles knows he can fulfil. If only he could convince her to take on her first male


Will Molly allow herself to be persuaded, or will he be Miss Simpkins’ school

first failure.

Damn her, why couldn’t she see they could be together? Oh, it wouldn’t beeasy, but then nothing worth fighting for was.

“We do. I do.” Molly kissed his cheek. “Dearest Charles, I have some very

happy memories, and I want to keep them. If I was to discover what we experienced

had made your life hard, it would sully them. Do you understand?”

“No.” If she could be obstinate then so could he. Charles slipped his hand

between them and inched her skirts upward. Molly gave the most erotic moan ever

and swayed into him. Emboldened, he let his fingers slide over the top of her stocking

to stroke the soft skin of her thigh.

“Ah…” Molly parted her legs, and his fingers brushed against the wet, warm

entrance to her channel. She clenched her muscles around him, and he slipped one

finger inside. Molly sagged and it seemed only his arms held her upright, as she

nipped his neck, and began to fiddle with his breeches. “Yes, I can not say no, it has

to be yes.” She closed her eyes and sighed. The expelled air tickled his hairs, and sent

goose bumps skittering down his spine.

“Yes,” he agreed with her and thrust two more fingers into her channel to tease

and scrape the soft skin. His mind went cloudy. How on earth could he get them both

naked without leaving her? He couldn’t. Invention would have to do.

Charles used his other hand to sweep her skirt and petticoats around her waist

and tucked them in on themselves. Molly opened her eyes, and he stayed his hand. If

she asked him to stop now it would nigh on kill him. She didn’t.

“If you carry on like this, my lord, I will climax very soon. I wish to enjoy

all of you, not just your hand, if you please?” Her eyes were misty, her expression

begged, and Charles’ cock quivered with anticipation. Molly lowered her gaze to

where the material of his breeches stretched to its limits and smiled. “So it

seems, may you.”

Charles laughed. “Oh, I please.” He scanned the room. “Will you be naked

for me? Let me show you how it could be even though I accept you think it won’t?”

Would she realize just how he’d worded his request? Of course she did.

“Clever, my lord. It will be only this once. But yes, if you will join me?”

“Then let’s start.” How trite his words sounded, but Charles was under no

illusion about how strung up they both were. He wanted no premature ejaculation,

even though he was sure he could persuade her to change her mind afterward. He

began to undo the tiny covered buttons that stretched from the nape of her neck to the

base of her spine.

“Lud, woman, these are killing me. My cock is ready to snap in half. Who on

earth designs a dress like this?”

“Madame Losange, and it is designed to torture, tease, and tantalize. Even if

we have no intention of using our wiles on a man, we dress as if we do. A woman

needs all the help she can get.”

Charles reached the last fastening and slipped it from through the loop that

held it in place. “You need no help, love.”

He drew the dress down her body, to bare the elegant column of her spine inch

by inch. Molly gasped and spun round to face him. As her dress slithered off her body

to pool in a heap of vibrant crimson and gold around her ankles, she lifted her face to

run a series of tiny teasing nips across his cheeks

“Now it’s my turn.” With tantalizing slowness she began to undo his cravat.

Well what can I say?I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house

much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want

to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen

procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing

basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would

mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies

as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my

writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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