Learn about Seduction Regency style in Miss Simpkins School with @RavenMcAllan #giveaway @breathlesspress

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Raven is telling us all about a woman's station in Regency times....

My grandson is on my lap. Luckily he can't read yet…because Doris as ever decided not to let me get off easily with this blog post. I keep telling her, I have the drum kit in favorites on the musical instrument site on my mac…

We're talking about positions.  No, gah you lot. Not that sort of position. The position of a woman in a man's world in Regency times.

It was de rigeuer for a gentleman of the ton to sew his wild oats, in his youth, and maybe into his years as a young—and sometimes not so young—man. Some would dally with courtesans and the demi-monde, play cards and hopefully not loose his fortune. Fisticuffs, and betting on ridiculous outcomes were frequent; even though it was illegal duels could be fought. He lived a reckless life, or a dissolute one.

The when he finally took a wife, it was generally a young deb, fresh out of the schoolroom. One who would presumably be malleable, and not complain when he continued to keep a mistress, once they had the heir and the spare. She would perhaps take a cicisbeo after the said heir and spare, and their lives would be lead almost unattended by each other unless it was necessary.

Once she married a women to all intents and purposes ceased to exist as an individual. Her dowry became his, and she was totally depended on him. She was his chattel. And when he died, unless he made provision for her, she had to rely on the generosity of his descendants to keep her housed, clothed, fed, and out of the poor house. (In a manner of speaking.)

Of courser not all men were like this, and there were sober, prosy and earnest young gentlemen who settled down at an early age and spend exemplary (and boring) lives.

Sad though it seems, they wouldn't appeal to a young impressionable deb either.

(And not what you really want in a hot Regency story)      

I never have a heroine who subscribes to the meek and mild accept your lot precepts, or it seems is young and impressionable. Young maybe; impressionable? Evidently not.

Miranda is no exception. However she is unusual in other ways as well. Whereas other young ladies frequently have to accept that an older husband is their fate, and all they can do is hope he is clean, upright, kindly and not dissolute, Miranda thinks differently.

For one thing the man she yearns for and lusts after is an older man. Oh he's nowhere everything bad, but he has a side most women would run from. Miranda isn't most women, and she wants the chance to embrace that side. All she has to do is convince him.

How to do it? Call on Miss Simpkins.

Lessons learned at Miss Simpkins' School is just the education Miranda needs to learn how to seduce her reluctant Lord. Or is it?

Miranda may be a well brought up lady, but she has needs, and she is determined to go after whom she wants.

Enlisting the help of Miss Simpkins and her School for Seduction, she sets out to tempt Felix. Men can be so difficult sometimes, and not see what's right under their nose.

It falls to her to show him that age is just a number. She may be young, but she knows what she wants. And she is determined to get it.

Will Felix be able to resist temptation, or will he finally see sense and claim what's been his all along.

Little does Miranda know what Felix has in store for her.

Have a wee look…

Miranda is teasing Felix, and he calls her bluff…or does he?

It seemed Felix intended that she follow through to her pro- posed conclusion. Well, if this is to be my only time with him, why should I not do as I choose? If only he was clearer about what was acceptable and what was necessary. She had no idea what this deep darkness he hinted at was, but if it was going to bar their happiness, then Miranda was determined to feel him inside her before he made his ultimatum. Nothing she had heard about him seemed dark. Unusual, different, and perhaps extreme, but not darkness. More enticing, exciting, and arousing.

It seems he wants it to be difficult for me. To be unable to use my hands? Then so be it. And if I graze his cock with my teeth then it is no one’s fault but his own. The thought of running her mouth over his prick and tasting him brought a fresh trickle of juice down her thighs. She may only know the rudiments of what to do, and only by word of mouth, but Miranda knew if it was what Felix wished, she would be his eager pupil. She accepted the idea of that would take little to bring her to climax. Miranda was glad her dress hadn’t slipped far enough for the tell tale signs of how aroused she was to be on display. Her bravado only went so far, and to visibly show what she was experiencing might perhaps be one step too many.

She could feel Felix’s gaze on her as she grabbed the edge of her skirts with the tip of her fingers. They were the only part of her hands not surrounded by material. Eventually she managed to lift the material high enough to maneuver first one leg and then the other to the top of the mattress. Finally, she knelt back on her heels on the bed next to Felix. The expression on his face was enough to make the hairs on her arms stand on end. He looked, she decided, both aroused and pleased. A swift glance toward the bump in his pantaloons reassured Miranda that Felix was still very aroused. It reassured her that innocent as she was, she seemed to be attempting to seduce him in the right way. Her lessons were paying off.

Going on instinct—Molly hadn’t covered how to undress a man when your hands were fastened per se—Miranda shuffled across the coverlet until she knelt between his bound legs. A swift glance toward Felix made her breath hitch. There was something more than admiration in his expression. If she hadn’t thought it impossible, she would have said it was love, and it gave her hope. She dipped her head and took the knitted material at the top of his pantaloons into her mouth then pulled it upward. By accident she touched the top of his shaft with her chin, and his cock jumped against her skin. It was warm and smooth, and Miranda hurried to pull Felix’s pantaloons below it.

His groan made her freeze. With the waist of his clothing in her mouth, she lifted her head to look at him.

“Don’t stop,” Felix almost moaned. His voice was husky. “I might explode, though I hope I have enough self control to hold back, but if you stop now I will be bereft. Perhaps it would be easier for you if you let your dress fall completely away? And it would please me to see you naked.”

Both relieved and apprehensive, Miranda let the now damp material of his pantaloons gently drop from her mouth and rest across his tumescent cock. In truth, the cloth tasted most unpleasant and she was certain there must be a better way of removing his clothing.

Well of course there is, once I can use my hands. Nevertheless, she was proud of her innovative approach. Now all she had to do was be brave enough to show her all, and that included the evidence of her desire for him, which still coated her skin.

“How?” She sat up and wriggled her arms. The sleeves of her gown seemed incredibly uncooperative and stayed stubbornly around her wrists. “I fear I’m imprisoned by my clothing.”

Felix laughed. “Well, my dear, I’m in no position to help you.” He waggled his hands inside their bindings.

Miranda gritted her teeth. It was obvious Felix was gaining some amusement from her predicament. “It would serve you right if I walked away and left you to get out of your ties,” she said as she managed to gain some purchase on the material around her wrist and began to slide her hand through the tight opening. “Ah, that’s better.” One hand and arm were free of her dress. It was easy then to work the other one out of its confines. “Then what would you do?”

“Hmm.” Felix raised one eyebrow. “Do you really want to know...now?” He winked.

That simple gesture made her mouth dry. Why something so little could make her skin tingle she had no idea, but now Miranda knew she would do anything he asked. Please God; don’t let him ask me to leave. We have got to this point, I must know more.

“Perhaps not,” Miranda answered him hurriedly. “Instead, I will do as you asked me. She wriggled her dress lower until all the material gathered just above her quim.

“That wasn’t what I asked,” Felix said in a soft voice. “I believe my words were that it would please me to see you naked.”

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Happy Reading,

Love R x