Playtoy For A Prince by Joan Russell. 4,373 Words. Victorian Erotic Romance. Based on a true story. Lily Langtry and her husband Edward were invited to an intimate dinner at the home of Sir Allen Young - the great mariner and explorer. She did not know it but this dinner would be the beginning of one of the great affairs of the Victorian age between Jersey Lily herself and the Prince of Wales, heir to the British throne. Contents: Explicit erotica, oral sex, anal sex, bondage, paddling, multiple orgasms, and more. All Characters are 18 and over. Adult +.
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The Viscount, undoubtedly at the Prince's insistence, had kept the party intimate. Only a few of The Marlborough Set - the Prince's closest and most trusted friends and their wives - had been invited. The implications were charming.
At dinner Edward had a place beside Sir Allen at the table's head while I was relegated to a distant seat at the far end of the table beside the Prince. Edward had been immensely flattered. He had gone on and on about the honor of his place at the head of the table. I in turn had held the Prince's whispered words close to my racing heart.
"When can I see you?" he had asked leaning close and placing his warm, strong hand on my willing thigh.
"Whenever you wish," I had replied without a second's thought. It was like rushing a fence when riding to the hounds. You either took the fences at speed or you didn't hunt.
He didn't wait. The next morning a man in royal livery presented a card at our door. It simply read "Royal Suite - The Langham - noon."
"Who was that?" Edward asked as he sat himself for breakfast.
"No one of importance," I replied, tucking the card deep into my sleeve.
I dressed in the black and lace gown I had worn for the Millais portrait, the famous 'Jersey Lily' that Bertie's brother Leopold had purchased. As was the fashion, I fastened my long hair in a twisted bun at the nape of my neck; twisted instead of braided and fastened with three long pins so that it could be released in a matter of seconds. I decided not to wear my drawers under my shift and to hold up my silk stockings with garters rather than attaching them to my corset. I intended that the inviting nakedness under my widely flowing skirt and crinolines would become Bertie's and my little secret. A secret designed to increase the tension between us whenever we were invited to the same party - which I hoped would be often.
Assuming that being fashionably late would not be well accepted by a man accustomed to a world in which everyone jumped to fulfill his every whim, I arrived at the entrance to the lovely yellow brick Langham Hotel at exactly five minutes before noon. I intended to present myself at the reservation desk to announce my arrival but I was greeted by a man in royal livery the minute I stepped across the sill.
"Please follow me, Mrs. Langtry," the man directed. Without another word he escorted me to the elevator. As we swept through the marble columned lobby I had just enough time to observe that every single flower arrangement in view was comprised of Jersey Lilies. How nice to be noticed by a prince.
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The Viscount, undoubtedly at the Prince's insistence, had kept the party intimate. Only a few of The Marlborough Set - the Prince's closest and most trusted friends and their wives - had been invited. The implications were charming.
At dinner Edward had a place beside Sir Allen at the table's head while I was relegated to a distant seat at the far end of the table beside the Prince. Edward had been immensely flattered. He had gone on and on about the honor of his place at the head of the table. I in turn had held the Prince's whispered words close to my racing heart.
"When can I see you?" he had asked leaning close and placing his warm, strong hand on my willing thigh.
"Whenever you wish," I had replied without a second's thought. It was like rushing a fence when riding to the hounds. You either took the fences at speed or you didn't hunt.
He didn't wait. The next morning a man in royal livery presented a card at our door. It simply read "Royal Suite - The Langham - noon."
"Who was that?" Edward asked as he sat himself for breakfast.
"No one of importance," I replied, tucking the card deep into my sleeve.
I dressed in the black and lace gown I had worn for the Millais portrait, the famous 'Jersey Lily' that Bertie's brother Leopold had purchased. As was the fashion, I fastened my long hair in a twisted bun at the nape of my neck; twisted instead of braided and fastened with three long pins so that it could be released in a matter of seconds. I decided not to wear my drawers under my shift and to hold up my silk stockings with garters rather than attaching them to my corset. I intended that the inviting nakedness under my widely flowing skirt and crinolines would become Bertie's and my little secret. A secret designed to increase the tension between us whenever we were invited to the same party - which I hoped would be often.
Assuming that being fashionably late would not be well accepted by a man accustomed to a world in which everyone jumped to fulfill his every whim, I arrived at the entrance to the lovely yellow brick Langham Hotel at exactly five minutes before noon. I intended to present myself at the reservation desk to announce my arrival but I was greeted by a man in royal livery the minute I stepped across the sill.
"Please follow me, Mrs. Langtry," the man directed. Without another word he escorted me to the elevator. As we swept through the marble columned lobby I had just enough time to observe that every single flower arrangement in view was comprised of Jersey Lilies. How nice to be noticed by a prince.
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