Enchanted_ Erotic Bedtime Stories For Woman Part 10

But the princess was not yet willing to part with her charming maid and so, very leisurely, as if in a dream, she began to caress her, using the soap with her hands to give the appearance of was.h.i.+ng the lady, but really only wanting to touch her more intimately. She was seized with a curiosity to know what the other woman felt like and how she compared with herself; but more than that she was aching with a need to please and be pleased by her.

It wasn't long before the maid was consumed by the same desires as the princess, and she too began to gently touch and explore her friend's body. They each marveled at the little peculiarities of their otherwise similar female charms.

Little by little they became more familiar with each other, discovering, as only women who indulge in this most extravagant form of self-love do, how exquisite it is to touch one so much like herself. Oh, how sweet to feel her lover's nipple harden between her fingers as she strokes the plump mound lovingly. How it excites her to glide her hand alongside the other's body and caress the enticing curves of waist and hip and round b.u.t.tock. Her heart can hardly bear it when, searching below the small triangle of hair at the junction of two smooth legs, she finally discovers the tiny bud that causes the other to shudder- much in the same way that a touch there makes her shudder. She cannot resist slipping a finger into that womanly softness and feeling the warm, silky wetness within.

Covered in pearly suds, they eagerly caressed each other, discovering with delight that, despite their little distinctions, they were indeed very much alike.

With no more need to act under the ruse of bathing, the princess and her maid rinsed away the soap and waded to the sh.o.r.e. They leisurely dried each other's bodies, giggling, and teasing each other brazenly. They decided that one pallet was all they required for the night and excitedly set to work. Like two fairies in an enchanted wood they scurried about, delighting in their nakedness. The bedding was at last arranged, and timidly the maid lay down upon it.

The princess nestled alongside her maid and softly kissed her lips. The maid returned her kiss ardently, pressing her body against the princess's. They embraced like long-lost lovers, dropping one languorous kiss after another onto smooth, rosy lips. Between kisses they whispered endearments to each other, wholeheartedly declaring their affection, and it was exquisite for both when b.r.e.a.s.t.s touched b.r.e.a.s.t.s, legs glided over smooth legs, and s.h.i.+ny wet openings rubbed eagerly against the other. They were now terribly excited and longing for more.

The princess turned her body so that she was lying beside the maid, but facing the opposite direction. Both were new to the experience but each, as if by instinct, easily found her position before the other. With a quiver of antic.i.p.ation, they first examined, then gently opened and tentatively licked the delicate flesh of the other. Soft moans escaped their lips as they discovered with delight the pleasure they could give each other in this way.

As their pa.s.sion grew they clung more fervently to each other, and their hips undulated wildly against the tongues that worked at them with such eagerness. So fierce was their embrace that they appeared from a distance more like one creature than two, and their cries echoed through the forest while their horses silently looked on. All too soon it was over, but the princess and her maid continued to hold each other, trembling, and whispering sentiments of love to each other.

Later that night, the maid was awakened by a hard object that was lodged in the bedding beneath her. Feeling around in the tangled blankets she discovered the royal ring, which had fallen from the princess's neck during their lovemaking. She quickly s.n.a.t.c.hed up the ring and hid it within her garments. A terrible plot, meanwhile, was slowly taking shape in her mind.

The maid knew that she should be pleased with her position as companion to the princess, for a kinder mistress could not be found in any kingdom. In fact, the princess treated her more like a sister than a servant. Perhaps it was this very benevolence of the princess's that caused the maid such discontent. Whatever the reason, the maid was intensely jealous of the princess, and coveted her many possessions and her lofty position. Most of all, she was envious that the princess was about to marry a prince. For the maid, marriage to a prince would once and for all give her the freedom and power she longed for. She would be a princess and have anything she desired.

Once the idea to betray her mistress had been conceived, it grew quickly, taking control of the maid's mind and forbidding all other thoughts to interfere. She ignored any feelings of sympathy for the princess, and even when it occurred to her that she may have to threaten the princess's life in order to realize her dream, she did not back down, though she shuddered at the thought. But she loved her own ambition far more than she loved the gentle princess. Still, she resolved to do all in her power not to harm the princess, as she once again went over the details of her plot in her mind, all the while clinging to the royal ring.

On the following day, the maid did not immediately reveal her intentions to the princess. Instead she brooded miserably throughout the morning as they resumed their travels.

About midday the pair pa.s.sed by another stream. Quite thirsty, the princess said to her maid, "Please get down from your horse and fetch me some water."

But the maid refused, saying, "You may get it for yourself."

This shocked the princess, but she felt too kindly toward the girl to take the issue up with her as she should, and so, sliding down from her horse, she went to the stream to drink. But the princess's horse, Falada, marked all that occurred.

A little farther down the road the princess once again felt thirsty and, forgetting the earlier incident, she once more entreated her maid, saying, "Please get down from your horse and fetch me some water."

Again the maid refused the princess with a rude retort, and the princess was obliged to get the water for herself. But after drinking she stood up to find that her maid had dismounted also.

The look in her maid's eyes caused the princess's heart to grow cold with terror. It appeared as if the maid would kill her, but instead she ordered the princess to remove her royal robes and don her maid's clothing. This seemed an odd request, but the princess obeyed silently, even as she watched her maid put on her royal robes. Next, the maid mounted Falada, leaving her own nag for the princess to ride. The princess wondered at all that occurred, but said nothing, thinking it safer to wait until they reached the safety of the kingdom before questioning the maid's bizarre behavior. As for the maid, she kept postponing the moment when she would conclude her scheme, for she did not, in truth, take pleasure in the task ahead.

They traveled on for a time in this way, with the princess too frightened to speak and the maid solemnly pondering their fate. When at last they reached the fork in the road that marked the entrance of the betrothed prince's kingdom, the maid knew that she could delay no longer. She stopped the princess's horse and forced her to dismount.

Before the princess had time to speak the maid quickly produced a dagger. Pointing the dagger at the princess's heart, she gave her an ultimatum: to vow never to reveal her true ident.i.ty to a single soul or else be killed. The princess was too shocked to speak, but the maid pressed the dagger forward, saying, "I know you will not break a royal vow, so vow now or die!"

What could the princess do? To save her own life she did as the maid demanded.

And so it happened just as the maid had planned, and when the two women arrived at their destination, the maid was immediately mistaken for the princess and received into the castle of the prince with much joy and celebration. As for the true princess, she was obliged to act as the maid. She was locked in her former maid's bedchamber, and forced to unpack her own possessions, which now belonged to the maid. The maid concluded this evil deed by sending out an order that all of the princess's entourage immediately be sent back to their former kingdom.

With her plan so very well carried out, the impostor princess lost no time in marrying the unsuspecting prince. But the true princess refused to serve her treacherous maid and, having no training or abilities for employment, could find no better position than tending to the royal geese in the courtyard. And that is how she came to be known as the "goose girl."

In this way, the prince and his bride lived happily together, but the goose girl, meanwhile, suffered a life of poverty and loneliness, where her only companions were the geese that she tended in the yard.

One day the prince wished to go out riding and, finding his own horse away to be shod, he mounted the princess's horse, Falada.

Away they rode at a fair gallop, for Falada was a fine horse, until they came to the fork in the road where the maid had forced the princess to make the fateful vow or lose her life. As they pa.s.sed this place, Falada slowed down to a trot, and murmured, "This is where the servant girl would have killed your true princess if she did not vow to keep her true ident.i.ty a secret."

The prince was shocked by this announcement, but he remained silent and allowed the horse to continue on in the same direction to see what else he could learn. They traveled on a bit farther and, at another place in the road, the horse once again slowed down, saying, "This is where the servant girl forced your true princess to exchange clothing with her."

Again the prince held his tongue and gently urged the horse onward. When they came to the large stream where the ladies had bathed, Falada came to a stop, saying, "This is where the servant girl and your true princess bathed and caressed each other, causing your royal ring to slip from the princess's neck and into the hands of her maid."

At this the prince abruptly turned Falada around and led her in a full gallop all the way back to his castle. Upon arriving there, he immediately sent for his wife, who he now perceived to be the maid. Though the penalty for such an act of treachery would usually have been severe, the prince had grown to deeply love his wife, servant or no. He did not wish to have her harmed, and he paced about thinking, trying to devise a proper punishment for her actions.

Suddenly he heard her footsteps behind him. She smiled at him innocently. "What is it you wish, husband?" she asked.

"I wish you to bring forth my true bride," he said quietly. At the unexpected request she turned deathly pale, but he touched her face gently, saying, "Do as I say."

Terrified of her fate, the lady rushed out to do his bidding. She quickly found the goose girl and told her of the prince's request. Upon seeing the terrified expression of her former maid, the true princess guessed that the prince had discovered their secret. To the amazement of her errant maid, the goose girl squeezed her hand and rea.s.sured her, saying, "I will not let harm come to you!" Though, in truth, she did not know how she would keep this promise. Indeed, there is no force on earth powerful enough to save a woman who does such harm to one of her own kind; and there is no force in heaven that will.

The maid was astonished by her former mistress's kindness. But alas! She could not undo what had already been done.

Trembling, and clinging to each other, the women approached the prince in his chamber. Seeing them so frightened, his heart was touched. But he had devised a retribution for his wife and was determined to see it through to the end.

"I wish to have what your deception has cheated me out of, wife," he stated. But looking at the goose girl, he nearly changed his mind, for her appearance was severely altered from the filth of the yard and the poor girl's lack of accommodations.

"But first she will have a bath," he decided. His wife started to ring for the servants, but he stopped her. "You will bathe her as you did in the stream," he instructed.

The prince's wife slowly undressed the goose girl. As she looked into the sympathetic eyes of the goose girl's dirty face she blushed with shame. She remembered suddenly how kind the princess had always been to her. She had regretted her treatment of the princess even before her secret had been discovered but, oh, how she had loved being a princess!

When the goose girl was completely undressed, the maid led her to an oversize tub filled with soapy water. The goose girl lowered herself into the water as the prince's wife bent over the tub to wash her.

"It will be easier if you bathe with her," interrupted her husband. "Is that not how you did it in the stream?"

Reluctantly, and with trembling fingers, his wife removed her own clothing and climbed into the tub. Despite her fears about her uncertain future, she could feel the familiar tingling welling up within her. Yet, in her present circ.u.mstance, it was as disturbing as it was pleasurable. Straddling the goose girl so that one knee was on either side of her hips, she began to carefully wash her snarled hair. Tears of regret ran down her lovely cheeks as she met the gentle eyes of the goose girl, who merely stared back at her former maid without a trace of anger. The prince watched silently as the goose girl boldly began to wash the hair of her former maid, just as she had in the stream on that night long ago.

Once their hair fell in clean, s.h.i.+ning streaks around their slick bodies, the women took up the soap and slowly began to spread silky white suds over each other's bodies. The prince watched in amazement as the women bathed as intimately as they had done in the woods. Using only the soap and their hands, they washed each other thoroughly, leaving no part of the other untouched. The goose girl was so moved by the loveliness of her former maid that, forgetting the prince entirely, she brushed her lips across hers in a swift kiss. Oh, how she had agonized over what her maid had done to her while she was the goose girl! But mostly she was heartbroken, for she had meant every word of love that she had uttered that night in the woods.

Her former maid was tormented by too many conflicting feelings to respond to the kiss, and she abruptly stood up and stepped out of the tub.

The prince handed his wife a soft towel and instructed her to dry the body of the goose girl. She obeyed, and once again the goose girl returned the favor by doing the same for her.

Now the prince led the two women to his bed, saying in a matter-of-fact voice (though he was trembling in his absolute arousal), "Please, ladies, show me how you caressed each other beside the stream." The women hesitated, embarra.s.sed. Their skin, which was flushed pink from their bath, tingled and burned with a mixture of self-consciousness and antic.i.p.ation.

The prince, however, was impatient to know all that had pa.s.sed between his wife and the princess. Their reluctance was like torture for him, and so he addressed the ladies who stood so enticingly before him impatiently, saying, "You have both betrayed me- one with her unfaithfulness and the other with her trickery. Under the law I may punish you however I wish. So you may both pay your debt to me, in full, here and now, or suffer the full penalty under the law." He spoke thus to the ladies, but only because he was in a highly agitated state and wished to spur them into action by whatever means necessary. In truth, the prince had completely forgiven both women when he beheld them together in the bath.

The women climbed awkwardly onto the bed and arranged themselves beside each other as they had before, with their heads facing in opposite directions at eye level with the other's hips. The prince watched silently as the women struggled to overcome their embarra.s.sment. He didn't even blink, so loath was he to lose sight of them for even an instant as they tentatively touched each other's soft flesh, gently prying it open and exposing the inside completely to his gaze, and touching the tender, aching flesh with their tongues. He slowly paced up and down the length of the bed, first on one side and then on the other as he watched, desperately wanting to witness the apparition from every possible angle. He was mesmerized by the image of the goose girl's small, pink tongue as it worked its way into his wife's most private place, a place where he had thought himself to be the only trespa.s.ser. He was equally enthralled by the sight of his wife performing that same unorthodox ritual with her own sweet lips and tongue, so that he could not resist kissing her lips and tasting the evidence of what he was seeing there.

The goose girl did not even notice the prince, so happy was she to once again hold her maid in her arms. She caressed her brazenly with her lips and tongue, delighting in every shudder and quake of her lover's body in response to her touch.

And finally, the maid, who had experienced so many conflicting emotions that day, began to relax. It had all been so traumatic: beginning with the shame of having what she'd done exposed, followed by the terror of the consequences she might suffer for her actions, and finally, her stunned relief upon hearing her husband's declaration that her punishment would go no further than that room. She had been treated with more kindness than she deserved, and her punishment was, in fact, the very thing she had been dreaming of all these months, for, although she had fallen in love with her husband, she had not been able to completely forget her mistress's charms, or how exquisite their lovemaking had been.

It took her body a few minutes to recover from the shock of the day's upheaval, but finally, she began to lose herself in the princess's softness. Pretty soon the two were just as engrossed in each other as they had been that night by the stream.

Unable to endure being only a spectator for another moment, the prince gently pushed his wife away from her lover and knelt between the goose girl's legs. He stared into his wife's face.

"Touch her."

His wife reached down and touched the goose girl uncertainly with her fingers. The prince watched her fingers play along her opening, and he pressed against them gently, forcing her to be more intimate. He bent over to kiss his wife's lips as he did so. With his lips still touching hers, he whispered, "Tell me what she feels like."

She shuddered as a myriad of overpowering emotions clamored within her. Seemingly of their own accord, her lips whispered the true response to his question. "Soft, wet," and after a short pause, she added, "warm."

He pulled himself away from his wife so that he was once again facing the goose girl, but his eyes never left hers. The goose girl watched them both with interest, opening her legs wide and moaning lightly. He said to his wife, "Open her for me."

The maid felt a momentary pang of jealousy. But in the next instant she thought, What right have I to be jealous, when I have taken all of this and more from the princess already? Furthermore, how can I feel jealous for one that which I love? What right have I to be jealous, when I have taken all of this and more from the princess already? Furthermore, how can I feel jealous for one that which I love? For she realized that she still loved the princess, and silently vowed that she would never betray her again. For she realized that she still loved the princess, and silently vowed that she would never betray her again.

Without further delay, the maid readied the goose girl for her husband's entry. She trembled under the influence of the many sensations mingling within her, and at length she was aware of her own throbbing need as she watched her husband slowly take the goose girl to mate. The goose girl moaned as she accepted from the prince the same pleasure he had given his wife so many times before. The prince watched his wife's face as she watched him, and it enhanced his pleasure.

The maid could not take her eyes from the image before her. When she saw the goose girl's flushed face she understood perfectly the pleasure she was feeling. And at last she was aware of how the goose girl had suffered because of her.

Without realizing her action, the maid reached out her hand and touched the goose girl's face, running her finger across her lips. Her hand slowly moved down, tracing the curve of her jaw and lower still, to caress a soft breast.

The goose girl moaned fretfully, caught up in the rapturous surge of her mounting pleasure. Suddenly the maid wanted to help her mistress if she could. She slowly moved her hand lower, and even lower still, until she reached the secret place she knew so well, where she worked her fingers gently, round and round, faster and faster.

The goose girl moaned louder, panting for air. The prince continued to thrust himself into her as he stared, fascinated, at his wife. She smiled as she continued to ma.s.sage the little swollen mound, whirling it round and round, gently but firmly. She was getting closer.

The maid bent down to kiss her mistress' feverish lips. The goose girl whimpered and moaned. And still, the prince thrust himself into her. And his wife's fingers kept going round and round.

Suddenly the goose girl's eyes grew wide, and her body trembled violently as she cried out. In a rush of emotion she embraced her maid and kissed her repeatedly.

But there was still the matter of the prince. The maid looked up at her husband.

"Lie down, wife," he demanded.

She s.h.i.+vered with antic.i.p.ation, even as she suddenly burst into tears.

The goose girl immediately rushed to her aid and held her close, but the prince gently pried his wife away from her.

He pulled his wife into his arms, where he took her, gently and lovingly, even as the goose girl looked on with interest. He kissed his wife's wet cheeks and attempted to soothe her, saying, "You are my rightful wife, for it is you who really wished to marry me." He knew that the goose girl would not have made him happy, and besides, it was too late, now that he had already fallen in love with her maid.

At hearing his declaration, his wife was filled with joy. She gazed at the goose girl, while her husband continued to gently make love to her. The goose girl snuggled closer to her and gently kissed her lips.

The maid slowly wound her arms around the goose girl, pulling her so close that their b.r.e.a.s.t.s were pressed tightly together. Thrilling sensations shot through her as she divided herself between her two lovers. From the waist up, she clung to the goose girl, who whispered little endearments between kisses, and pinched her nipples teasingly.

But from the waist down the maid was engaged in a much more tumultuous embrace with her husband, the prince. She clutched him with her legs as he thrust himself repeatedly into her, his eyes hungrily watching the two women clinging so fetchingly to each other. And once again, the goose girl returned a favor to her friend, by carefully reaching her hand down to the place where she and her husband were joined, and knowingly caressing her just above that opening. The maid clung desperately to both the goose girl and her husband as she screamed out her pleasure.

The prince now wanted his wife all to himself and, gently pus.h.i.+ng aside the goose girl, he leaned forward to claim her lips with his, pus.h.i.+ng her legs forward as he did so. This movement had the effect of spreading her body wider apart to better receive him, and he at last gave in to his own desire to be satisfied. The goose girl watched with interest as the prince satisfied himself with his wife.

And later, when the three lay quietly together, the former maid reached for the true princess, suddenly anxious to somehow make amends to her for all that she had suffered. She would never again harm another woman in an effort to benefit herself!

"You must come to the castle and live as a royal princess," she begged. "I shall be your maid and will work day and night to make everything up to you!"

Her husband lifted his head from the bed, about to protest her suggestion, but the goose girl interrupted him. "If you truly wish for me to live in this castle, I shall most happily agree, but I do not think it would be appropriate for a princess to act as my maid."

"But we all know I am not really a princess," uttered the repentant maid.

"But you are," argued the former goose girl.

"Indeed you are!" the prince spoke up. "I should hope, anyway, that marrying me would raise your status from that of a mere maid!" Both princesses laughed.

The prince rested again, while the princesses whispered endearments to each other and excitedly made plans for the future- their future, together. And again, it never occurred to either princess to consult the prince on any of these matters.

But, strange as it may seem, the prince did not mind. In fact, he has never been known to utter a single complaint about any of his wife's decisions since that day!

The Sheep in Wolves' Clothing

I am a lady. I always conduct myself in a manner that is befitting a lady. And for my efforts I am duly rewarded, as are all ladies, with respect from the men and women who are my peers. This may seem small reward for the difficulties one faces in meeting the stringent expectations placed upon ladies, and admittedly, as the years slip past me, I do find myself more and more aware of the limitations that enclose me and the resulting deficiency of new opportunities presented me. But what are my alternatives? am a lady. I always conduct myself in a manner that is befitting a lady. And for my efforts I am duly rewarded, as are all ladies, with respect from the men and women who are my peers. This may seem small reward for the difficulties one faces in meeting the stringent expectations placed upon ladies, and admittedly, as the years slip past me, I do find myself more and more aware of the limitations that enclose me and the resulting deficiency of new opportunities presented me. But what are my alternatives?

This is not to say that I regret the decisions I have made. Of all the possible lifestyles I could have chosen as a woman, this was, without a doubt, the most tolerable one for me. It is just that I can't help wondering why it is only for women that the boundaries between the limited choices remain so distinct.

Have you ever noticed, for instance, how women with a strong maternal instinct tend to lose other aspects of their personalities upon having a child? Either from within herself or from without, I truly know not which, she appears to feel some kind of threat against her very right to be a mother, should she engage in any activity perceived as nonmaternal. She forgoes opportunities for professional advancement and denies her s.e.xuality, dressing herself primly, sometimes even matching her own clothing to that of her children. Eventually opportunities that are s.e.xual or professional diminish, and she becomes one dimensional and dull to anyone out of diapers.

Then, of course, there is the woman who chooses the professional lifestyle. Her peers are not as tolerant as those of the mother. She is in dangerous territory and cannot yield to the less sophisticated of her natural tendencies, lest she be deemed "unprofessional" and lose all that she has worked so hard for. She must be very careful how she presents herself and how she behaves. If she has children, she seems constantly weighed down by guilt, for to remain successful in her career it is necessary to overcome those maternal instincts that might be considered weak and unprofessional by her contemporaries.

Surely the worst fate by far, though, is that of the woman who chooses s.e.xuality as her predominating course in life- usually a choice that is discovered on the path of least resistance, or is not even a choice at all, but an only option. Though this woman appears to be admired by men, she is really quite lonely, for they merely use her. She parades around in skimpy clothing, dangling the only carrot she believes to be in her possession, and her one and only chance for finding love and security. She allows herself to be exploited, only to invariably end up with nothing, for she alienates other women and relieves men of all accountability. She sometimes even loses her right to the maternal part of herself altogether, if she is naive enough to try and breach the boundaries of these two lifestyles and someone decides to call her on it.

Men, of course, have no such boundaries. And yet men seem to be the ones most determined to keep women's boundaries intact. I'm not sure why this is, since it most definitely makes things almost as unpleasant for them as for women. But it seems these boundaries produce a small measure of safety for men. They help define the women in their lives. It is not a foolproof plan, of course, but it works well enough and, I suppose, in their estimation, it is worth the cost.

As I have already stated, I have never regretted the choice I made, but rather that I had to make a choice to begin with. And though I am as happy as a woman within my boundaries can be, I have sometimes wondered what it would be like to temporarily escape into a different reality.

But how could I escape, even briefly, without risking everything?

I had given this much thought, especially in recent years, and had come to realize that there was only one answer. I would have to temporarily become someone else. But who?

This was a significant question for, if I were in fact going to conduct such an experiment, I would most a.s.suredly want to gain the maximum amount of pleasure from the experience. For me, there was only one person who could help me realize my objective.

One evening, I approached my husband with the matter- not directly, of course; that would have indeed been foolish. I did not want to terrify or alienate him. But I needed his partic.i.p.ation, even if unwittingly, as well as the benefit of his experience. The irony of the situation did not escape me, and I admit I was somewhat displeased by it, but this was not the time to resent that my husband, simply because he was a man, was ent.i.tled to have such experiences at his disposal while I was not.

I generally have very little difficulty getting what I want from my husband. He is kind and gentle, as far as husbands go, and over the years I have developed a fairly methodical approach to handling him. It is a rather roundabout way of getting something, I confess, and perhaps a bit childish too, but it works so well that I am hard-pressed to find a better method. I will divulge my strategy here, in case you have a mind to test it for yourself.

Always when I want something from my husband, I first question his love for me. This sets the tone I want, for it puts him in the position where he is making a declaration that in a few moments I will give him the opportunity to prove. With such an advantageous start, it seems unlikely indeed that one could fail. Besides that, I dearly love to hear him say it.

Next I make my husband aware that I want something from him, but I always ask if he will do it before I tell him what it is! He will generally answer in the affirmative, even if there is a tiny pause before he does so, and sometimes even a little disclaimer, such as, "if I can," or something to that effect. But I do not pay much attention to those. The important thing is that, like most husbands, he is willing to please me if he can. It is always more agreeable to my husband to please me when he imagines himself a wonderful benefactor by doing so. What does it matter if I sometimes think I should be ent.i.tled to these little "gifts," without having to appeal to my husband's ego? Such thoughts are not worth developing, for they are obstacles between a woman and what she wants. They are mere romantic notions that, if allowed, will interfere with the objectives of a lady. And furthermore, they have nothing whatever to do with love, for whatever his faults, I know that my husband loves me.

But in this particular instance, I was still uneasy about telling my husband what it was that I wanted. I knew that the thing would at first be distasteful to him, so I delayed a little longer, warning him that it would be difficult, but stressing its importance to me. So heartfelt was my supplication that I actually summoned tears to my eyes, and was even compelled to pause a moment in order to compose myself before I could continue. With the utmost concern, my husband took my hands in his and a.s.sured me fervently that he would indeed do everything in his power to fulfill my wish to the letter. Having his full commitment, I proceeded.

"My wish, dear husband, is to know the intimate details of the most unique and exciting s.e.xual encounter you have experienced." I watched his concern turn to shock. Then he laughed. I suppose it was a silly thing for me to have made such a fuss about, but you must realize that, as a proper lady, very little was expected of me in the bedroom. Indeed, very little happened there at all, of late. I worried that he would not take me seriously.