Blind Passion

By Charlie B.

Let me introduce you to Amy Forde. Music Hall artiste, darling of the North London populace, an Edwardian charmer and courtesan of the rich and famous.
But Amy is blind, blind from birth. Maybe if she'd been born to a poor family, she'd have not lived long, but she was truly fortunate because her family could afford to give her an education that would stand her in good stead for the future.
When Amy reaches puberty, sex enters her life. A whole new plethora of feelings suddenly springs forth and Amy is quick to seduce her cousin, and then her music tutor despite her young age.
Now she's at the top of her profession as a singer on the Music Hall boards, her clients are well known persons and along with her maid Connie and most debauched house keeper Molly, she's enjoying life to the full.
But there's a threat of exposure on the horizon which could shake the foundations of society.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: Mar 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370549634

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 story Commecial 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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BLIND PASSION

By

CHARLIE B

CHAPTERS

CHAPTER 1. I WAS AN INNOCENT GIRL TILL I MET YOU

CHAPTER 2. WELL, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?

CHAPTER 3. WHEN HE PRESSES THE SILVER IN ME ‘AND

CHAPTER 4. AMYS STORY AS TOLD TO CONNIE ONE LANGROUS SUNDAY AFTERNOON.

CHAPTER 5. I WAS AN INNOCENT GIRL TILL ‘E LED ME ASTRAY

CHAPTER 6. ‘OW DID YER GET ON THE STAGE THEN, MISs?

CHAPTER 7. WHEN CHARLIE RAISED HIS KILT BEFORE ME EYES, I NEVER BLUSHED ONE BIT’

CHAPTER 8. I CAN’T HARDLY BELIEVE IT, BUT ITS TRUE

CHAPTER 9. DO YOU WANTS A LITTLE MORE OF IT?

CHAPTER 10. ‘E MADE ME AN OFFER THAT I COULDN’T REFUSE BUT DON’T TELL ME MA

CHAPTER 11. I ONLY WANTED TO SING UPON THE STAGE, FATHER BUT ‘E LED ME ASTRAY

CHAPTER 12. I WAS TOOK IN AND THAT’S THE TRUTH OF IT

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CHAPTER 1. I WAS AN INNOCENT GIRL TILL I MET YOU

Chorus: Some ladies dropped her Chignon,

A lovely head its been on;

A charmer, fair has lost her hair,

Some ladies dropped her Chignon.

Oh my, what’s a girl to do. Should I choose Reggie, or perhaps Thomas will do?

Miss Amy, what are you warbling on about?

My appointment for this evening of course, Molly, what else?

Ah; now there’s a decision for you to ‘ave to make, Miss.

Yes indeed, but you’re not helping are you Molly? In the end, it’s who might be the most rewarding for me, I suspect, who will get the rewards that I have to offer.

Indeed, it’s just so Miss; or maybe you should ‘ave the both of ‘em?

Gracious Molly, both at the same time? What are you suggesting you wicked woman?

No; one after the other is wot I’m saying.

Hmmmm, I suppose It can be arranged. I certainly would find it quite an amusing prospect, and most arousing too, no doubt.

Old still now will you while I tightens up this bloody corset; I ain’t never known a person to wriggle around so.

Pish, you know I hate the things. One day there’ll be an end to such torture.

Well it ain’t arrived yet, so you ‘old still now while I does it up. There Miss, all done.

Is it a good crowd tonight?

Pretty rowdy I’d as say, but all good ‘umoured like always; anyways, you know you’ll ‘ave em in the palm of your ‘and. They always likes you’re singing Miss, it always goes down a treat, don’t it?

Depends how I put it over Molly; they like it suggestive.

They most certainly does. So, the white dress or the pale blue?

Molly, how would I know? Just sort it out. Damn, these stockings are falling down again, I must get some of those new corsets with the suspenders. Be a dear, make a note about it Molly.

You ‘as already ordered some of them the other day, remember? They’ll be delivered tommorer.

So I did. There, are they straight now, no wrinkles that I can feel?

Perfect; now you just ‘old yer arms out so’s I can put this dress on yer,

How’s the time Molly?

Plenty of it, don’t you be worrying none.

Good.

Drawers then?

Certainly not, you know I like to leave them off. It gets me in the mood,

Mood for who then, Reggie or Thomas?

Both silly, …but just Reggie at nine. Thomas at eleven.

It’s going to be a late one then? I’ll get the necessaries ready for later.

You’ll need sit in until I’m settled with Thomas?

Wouldn’t miss it fer the world Miss,

No I suppose not.

Well there’s the knock. Time I took you out there. Ready Miss?

Lead on Molly; let’s give the buggers something to cheer ay?

Too right Miss. You’ll do alright.

Amy Floyde takes Molly’s arm and then let’s herself be lead out to the wings of the Music Hall stage. In her mid-twenties, she is now a seasoned performer at the Islington Empire, a well-known performer that the public came to see from as far afield as the posher parts of London. Those early days when she’d began to sing are now but memories, but so much has passed between then and now. She has done alright for a blind girl without a hope of ever making anything of herself, but then Amy had discovered something new in her life as she grew into a young woman; sex. Sex had opened up her other senses, touch being the most important and touch was the key to her new awakening; but let’s not dip into the past just yet. Let’s see how this night progresses first shall we?

Of course, her act is received with the usual good humour and acclaim by the audience, the more ribald songs with their hidden meanings, going down best, and Amy isn’t averse to showing a stocking top or a hint more of a breast so as to spur them on. She is their local darling, the lower and middle classes who’ve escaped their wives for an evening of naughty entertainment, and the rich, with their paid floozies, who’ll no doubt be doing far more than just singing out, later on this night.

Amy doesn’t judge; how can she? She might be a songbird by evening, but by night she becomes a courtesan, a mistress; not of any one man though. Oh no, few can afford her nightly entertainments, her blindness adding extra spice to the bawdy assignations. And let’s remember that, as ever, discretion is a necessity that all of the participants place at a premium. Discretion is all when even a sliver of gossip can lead to exaggerations of the truth that might provoke scandal.

Good evening Amy. Marvellous show as ever. Will you allow me the pleasure of escorting you home?

Of course Reggie, but you must be gone by ten. I do need my sleep you know, and you’re such a vigorous lover/

Wonderful; I shall be waiting outside in my carriage.

Until then Reggie. I do hope you’re feeling energetic. I always seem to find myself in need of a really stimulating romp after a show, and with that remark, Amy lifts her dress to reveal a snatch of bare thigh before smiling broadly, and then being led back to her dressing room.

I finks ‘e’s well up for it tonight Missy. I swear ‘is trousers was already bursting at the fly. I reckon he’s already got a good stiffie on fer you.

Of course Molly; every man in the audience has one right now. If they didn’t have, I’d not be doing my job would I?

Molly laughs as she leads Amy back to her room, helps her out of her dress, hangs it up and then lakes her hat too. It’s too early to let down the woman’s hair, but she helps her into a somewhat plainer garment, and then, as they sip a glass together she looks Amy in the eye.

You doesn’t get tired of it all then?

The Music Hall? No, it’s invigorating, though I fear these new cinematography thingies might one day change it all, but for now, …. No I don’t.

Not That, I mean’s the sex. Every night those Johnie’s are at the door, ‘ungry for your companionship, ‘ungry to strip off the very clothes from you, wanting you to do ‘em in so many ways?

Goodness no Molly. You don’t understand, do you? When I was a child there was only sound and touch, and smell I suppose. Anyway, one day my father brought home a dove in a little cage. He put the bird into my hands and as my fingers explored this wonderful animal; stroked over its soft down, I felt its flurried movements. I realised then that touch is a truly amazing thing that’s much amplified for me because I cannot see. It opened my eyes, in a manner of speaking, to other delights.

Right, so what ‘appened to the bird then?

I let I go. I couldn’t abide for it to be cooped up any longer. Being free to do as one wants is amazing, don’t you think?

Alright fer those wot don’t ‘ave to work all Gods ‘ours I suppose. The high-lifers, and such as do go to ‘Enley and then watch the boats an’ whatever. The rest of us don’t ‘ave much time for such freedoms. We ‘as to work for our living, don’t we?

Molly finishes lacing up Amy’s shoes, adjusts her hat and then slumped back down again.

Well Molly, we must make the most of what we have, so if I indulge in sinful practises to earn my living, then I can live with that. Now then, finish up; I’m impatient to sample Reggie’s sturdy cock. This wine has stirred up my cunny a treat. Time for me to treat it to some fun huh? What do you say girl? shall we see what the night holds for us and bugger the world outside our front door?

We shall indeed Miss. Damn the do-gooders. They’re a right boring lot anyways.

Reggie Harmond is way off his patch. Upper Norwood, some five miles south of the river is his domicile. A man of means who runs a leather factory in Bermondsey. He’s done well in the trade as his rather rotund figure testifies, but nowadays he prefers to dally with the ladies, some a lot lower on society’s level than Amy. He has no qualms about his current lifestyle. He reasons that his wealth is there to provide such delightful extra’s. His wife is well-provided for, his children getting a good private education, why should he not enjoy such a delicious treat as the amazing Amy Forde? A woman who could inflame men with her lewd double intender’s; who can have any man she desires after her show, yet it is his good fortune, fortune being of importance in this relationship of course, that