The daughters of Lord Pantsdown are each on a voyage of discovery.
For Lady Gemma that journey begins when she spies the gardener’s keen fingers at work on Pantsdown Abbey’s lusty and busty cook.
Gemma’s loins are well and truly stirred. She has no idea where her erotic imagination will take her…
But one thing is for sure – it’s going to get messy.
Thighs together. Gloriously.
I imagine. Dream. Long.
Bed soft and cold.
Light falls through the window. Warm like a kiss.
A kiss on my hip.
I dream. Long. Imagine.
You under me, over me.
My eyes close.
I squeeze the tops of my thighs tight shut
To close in the pleasure, the ecstasy.
I dream. Dream. Dream.