One Wicked Night
Chapter One
It began with one night. But what man would stop there? Not
I, not then, for I was just twenty and not yet schooled in the infinite
variety of pleasure. My sensual education began upon the
stroke of twelve during that long-ago encounter. The lady and I
loved each other well in that one wicked night. My beautiful
tutor was someone I cannot name, wanton in all her ways but
necessarily discreet, as she taught me to be.
In six hours with her I learned more than most men learn in
six years of vigorous whoring, or during the sort of fashionable
affaires de coeur that so seldom involve that most vulnerable of
human organs, the heart. She was somewhat older than I and
far more experienced, and she taught me well, pleased to have
such an eager student who wanted to learn everything at once.
My dear love-she was my first love-did her best in the brief
time that we had.
Of course, we had known each other, although not intimately,
for a while before she acted upon her secret passion,
having guessed my feelings for her. Until our first kiss, I had
never experienced such ardent tenderness. A dec ... read full excerpt from: One Wicked Night ebook
