The Regency IV, Bethany's Lusts

By Charlie B.

Christmas is nearing and Bethany has at last arrived at Annabella’s London residence to spice up the proceedings. All is now excitement at the approach of the festive season. In this the continuation of Mary Bolingbrokes narrative of her stay in London we find a celebration far more ribald than our tepid modern day fare. Join our precocious trio of ladies, their maids and servants for a Regency Christmas that combines celebration and outright immorality, with new characters to add some extra forbidden spice to the story, revelations before untold and the further unlocking of another door in this house of mysteries. There is some drama too as Cerise is threatened by her previous owner and steps have to be swiftly taken. If you enjoyed the first two volumes I’m sure you will find this latest release just as exciting and entertaining.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: Dec 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311043344

Charlie B.

Well my name is Charlie B but you already know that. I live in the UK, Bromley, Kent, any GR peeps close by, friend me by all means. I write hot steamy stories. Why, well because if it turns me on I hope it will do the same for you, guy or girl!For those of you that might be interested my web site address is www.dollhouse-books.com. all of my books are individually listed there along with synopsis and other interesting articles. you can also sign up to my new releases newsletter and receive a free short storyCommecial finished, please read on!I write a lot, a book a month sometimes even more and I like to do something different every time. Sometimes the sexy scenes are part of the story and other times the story is the vehicle for the sex scenes but one thing is always present in my stories, Sex!Most of my stories feature women as the lead characters, I liker strong women, women who know what they want and go get it. They want men who can satisfy them in every way, who can excite and give then totally fulfilling sex. Women today have found their freedom, they want books that excite and arouse, they want a hot read that will give them a thrill and why not.Ah, but I hear you guys saying , ‘what about us?Well I know what guys like, after all I am one. Fresh young women, cheerleaders, raunchy college girls that are naughty rather than nice. Older women that bend the rules, blur the lines because they are hell bent on satisfaction and they will do their devious best to get it. In actual fact, although there’s a possible division in what I write, I think men and women will enjoy most of my books as many sit in the middle road.

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THE REGENCY 1V

BETHANY’S LUST

SMASHWORDS EDITION

By

CHARLIE B

CONTENTS

AUTHORS WORD

MARY’S PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1. BETHANY

CHAPTER 2. MAURICE

CHAPTER 3. REGARDING CERISE

CHAPTER 4. STORY TIME.

CHAPTER 5. CHRISTMAS EVE

CHAPTER 6. CHRISTMAS DAY.

CHAPTER 7. ST. NICHOLAS’S DAY.

CHAPTER 8. THE VAUXHALL GARDENS

CHAPTER 9. FORBIDDEN LUSTS

CHAPTER 10. CHARLES DE VERONAY

CHAPTER 11. THE ROOM

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AUTHORS WORD

This is Mary Bolingbroke’s fourth penned volume, re-printed for your entertainment. Once again she disregards all convention as she describes the second week of her Christmas visit to Arabella Gormley. In this book she does at times touch on subjects that some might find disconcerting, but one must admire her for her forthright and most fearless determination to expose the corruptions of the period so openly

Charlie B.

MARY’S PROLOGUE

Once again I find my pen in action for your entertainment. This is the continuing tale of my Christmas sojourn with Arabella Gormley, but this time we are joined by the amazing Bethany Gormley, Lord Gormley’s new wife, whose marriage vows certainly don’t seem to restrict her licentiousness. I must admit that this first Christmas away from home was a huge adventure for me. I have included the various entertainments of London Town in this book for they play a large part in the setting of the scenes. Due to the legal restrictions and edicts of the day I have changed many names, to not do so might bring arrest and worse still upon the people I met during my stay. I do so hope you enjoy my writings and appreciate that of necessity they are still only able to be printed legally in Paris.

Mary Bolinbroke. Author

CHAPTER 1. BETHANY

Bethany arrives along with the falling snow. Two gusting maelstroms of surreal beauty at our door near the break of dawn. Her carriage draws up outside Arabella’s town house, the coach door with the Gormley coat of arms flies open and her beautiful, blonde, head pops out as we race outside and then jump up and down with excitement at her arrival. She smiles and my heart races as her eyes find me and that smile grows wider still.

I feel my insides dance with delight at the sight of my sweetheart lover. Yes, she had married Lord Gormley, Roger to me, and my former and most ardent lover. Yes, she is his in name and law, but I, like some love-struck disciple of Jane Austen’s recent writings whose elegant prose far outstrips my own more erotic offerings, find a fervour rising up inside me at her long-awaited arrival. No she is not my Heathcliffe. Far too soft and desirable for that to be a comparison. She is my confidant, my friend, my lover, my heartache; my world, even at this moment in time, and I, just like one of Austen’s dewy-eyed young ladies run down the steps and into my love’s arms as she gracefully alights down the carriage steps.

Mary, she cries, and her arms fly out, close around me and hug me tight as I tremble within her warm embrace. Her white-fur pelisse with its high collar causing me to sneeze as it tickles my nose for a moment.

Bethany, I whisper into her neck, as my lips nuzzle her pale skin and my body shivers. Not from the cold, nor from the snowflakes that fall around us in the gusting wind, but from the desire that suddenly overwhelms me at this passionate moment. Our soft lips meet and grind together. No chaste kiss of greeting but rather a lover’s melding of mouths and souls enmeshed for this wonderful moment in time. and how I so want it to be our bodies too.

Bethany, it’s cold. Come on in now. Arabella’s voice breaks the spell. The moment gone for now, but my body still trembles with lust for this woman as I turn and watch her race into her Sister’s arms. Another hug, this more chaste, more eloquent as befits two Sisters-in- law, though I do wonder if more has ever occurred between them, but then I remember that this is the first ever meeting of these two, since Arabella had not made it to the wedding or the homecoming party. I pull myself together and climb the few stairs into the house, careful not to slip on the settling snow.

Both Nicholas, my pretend footman you will recall, and Jerome, appear to help Arabella’s aging footman and coachman, but not the Gormley’s armed escort who sits atop the coach with a wary eye, to bring in her large amount of luggage. In truth I am amazed that the coach has made it here at all, so very loaded up is it with all her many trunks and such.

Crighton, you’re far too old to be carrying such heavy thingth, cries Bethany, wagging a finger at her footman as if he were a small child. Now go thit in the coach with Roger where ith warmer, she adds, and her amazingly sensual lisp sends more sharp arrows straight to my fast-beating heart.

Begging your pardon Ladyship, he’s a little preoccupied at the moment.

What? Oh piffle. Well a hot drink then to warm you up. I’m sure one of Arabella’s maids can help with that. Arabella nods at Nellie who smiles from under her mop of dark tumbling curls, for she has barely had time to dress and wears no maid’s bonnet what with Bethany’s very early arrival. One must suppose that she has slept in Nicholas’s bed last night, perhaps in concert with Cerise, who seems to also share his bed and body every night for she too looks a little dishevelled this morn, though is most sparkly-eyed I notice.

Roger? Is he here? I must say hello. Why doesn’t he come in?

He’s probably a little…….

Bethany stifles her answer as Arabella runs back out to the carriage. Bethany’s gaze meets mine for a moment and she shrugs her shoulders and then rolls her eyes heavenward in surrender. We both run back up the steps to the open front door in time to see Arabella fling open the coach door, raise her eyes and then softly close it again as she backs away. She later confides that the man had been in the company of two rather young ladies, both stripped naked to the waist though swaddled in blankets, and that they both had their heads dipped over Lord Gormley’s groin, no doubt giving him his early morning supplication now that Bethany had left the carriage.

Yes, thath Annie and Dethdemona, twin thithters and rather immature I’m afraid, but willing enough as you thaw with their favourth, replies Bethany, with a dismissive and somewhat indifferent shrug.

‘You don’t mind?’ comes the surprised reply.

Certainly not, it leavth the door ajar for my own dallianth and they have both been quite accommodating toward me anyway, she smiles.

It is explained that Lord Gormley is off to his town house in Kennington, just across the Westminster Bridge, from which abode he is able to attend Parliament all of the week and that therefore he might be too busy to visit. The conversation then turns to the splendid balls held at the Vauxhall Gardens. It seems that the balls that the two young ladies had been holding are thereafter dismissed from the conversation by this means.

Arabella has swiftly retreated back into the house. A rather bemused look on her pretty face as she shrugs her shoulders, shivers against the cold wind that blows in through the open door and then commences with the staff’s introductions. First my own Tilly who curtsies as best she can, since her pregnant belly rather gets in the way just now. She receives a smile of recognition; then Nellie, who has just returned from the kitchen having received a cheeky squeeze of her bottom from elderly Crichton in thanks for his hot rum. Seems his age doesn’t restrict his eyesight. Next that little rascal, both in stature and deed, Maurice who bows low with a loud, ‘your Ladyship,’ and then the creole girl, Cerise who I’m pleased to say actually greets Bethany with a welcoming smile and another ‘Ladyship.’ as she