Petticoats
Henrietta’s thoughts often turned to what her best friend might look like with her clothes torn off and tossed into the grass.
Excerpt: Teaching her Mistress
When she leaned forward, I expected a few kind words followed by excuses to leave. But instead she tilted her head and placed her lips lightly upon mine.
Governess
I blushed and averted my eyes, but felt my nipples peak under her gaze. “Thank you,” I mumbled.
Nicci Haydon 