The Lady's Tutor

The setup: Elizabeth Petre is an ideal Victorian lady, craving a man's loving touch yet loyal to her coldly indifferent husband. She knows of only one man who can teach her the erotic secrets of love. Ramiel Devington, is the bastard son of an English countess and an Arab sheik, and Elizabeth sought him out to teach her the ways of seducing a man.

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    "Does every man... secrete moisture... before he ejaculates?"
    A circle of damp warmth penetrated Ramiel's trousers where the crown of his manhood strained against the black broadcloth. "Yes."
    Elizabeth's gaze jumped up from the desk, safely settled on the cup and saucer in front of Ramiel. "How much?"
    "Enough to lubricate a woman's netherlips so that he can glide between them." Ramiel dipped a long finger into his coffee and circled the rim of his cup with it. "Enough to wet his fingers so that he can caress her clitoris and bring her to climax."
    She tore her gaze away from his cup and met his eyes. "What Arabic terms do you prefer, Lord Safyre?"
    Ramiel's manhood thickened. He shifted in his chair, stretching out his legs to find a more comfortable position. "Keur... kamera... zeub."
    "Virile member, penis, and verge," she translated softly.
    Ramiel lowered his lashes, veiling his eyes. "You have an extraordinary memory, Mrs. Petre."
    She did not look away from him. "I took notes."
    But she wasn't looking at her notes.
    "Then you remember that mochefi el relil, the 'extinguisher of passion,' best satisfies a woman. It is large, strong, and slow to ejaculate. It will not take its leave until it thoroughly excites the woman's womb, 'coming and going, tilting high and low, and rummaging left to right.' Do you want to see a man?"    more >>