Name: Miss Coote's Confession: the voluptuos experiences of an old maid;in a series of letters to a lady friend (en Inglés)
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Miss Coote's Confession: the voluptuos experiences of an old maid;in a series of letters to a lady friend (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Anonymous

Editorial

Createspace

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

104

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

28.0 x 21.6 x 0.6 cm

Peso

0.26 kg.

ISBN13

9781507746752

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Miss Coote's Confession: the voluptuos experiences of an old maid;in a series of letters to a lady friend (en Inglés)

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Reseña del libro "Miss Coote's Confession: the voluptuos experiences of an old maid;in a series of letters to a lady friend (en Inglés)"

First published anonymously in the Victorian magazine, The Pearl, this book contains 10 very kinky letters from an older dominatrix to a younger woman. The character is probably based on the real-life Theresa Berkley who ran a brothel in Soho in the 1830s. Excerpt "I know I have long promised you an account of the reason of my penchant for the rod, which, in my estimation, is one of the most voluptuous and delicious institutions of private life, especially to a supposed highly respectable old maid like your esteemed friend. Treaties must be carried out, and promises kept, or how can I ever hope for the pleasure of making you taste my little green tickler again. Writing, and especially a sort of confession of my voluptuous weakness, is a most unpleasant task, as I feel as shamefaced in putting these things on paper as when my grandfather's housekeeper first bared my poor blushing little bottom to his ruthless attack. My only consolation at commencing is the hope that I shall warm to the subject as it progresses, in my endeavour to depict, for your gratification, some of the luscious episodes of my early days."