I apologize for my prolonged absence, dear readers. Mr. Teague and I recently moved to a new location more suited to our lifestyle and temperaments. Unfortunately, we’ve had nothing but problems with our internet ever since! But the matter appears to be sorted so I can finally return to my normal posting schedule.

Since I missed yesterday’s Saturday Snippet, I am offering up this little teaser instead. Enjoy!

“Someday I will not be as pretty, nor will my breasts be so lovely. I will get fat, my skin will sag, I will dry up and grow to hate sex. Will you continue to support me and make payments on my contract to Madam Mince? Or will you send me back to her tender mercies and find someone younger?”

“Never.”

“You say that now.”

“Ah, but you forget my dear. I’m a good ten years older than you. I’m already growing a bit paunchy around the middle.”

“Ha!”

“And soon my knees won’t support me. I’ll need a cane, then a wheelchair. I’ll loose my teeth and drool and mumble. I’ll probably lose my hearing too. What young thing will be interested in me?”

“Your purses and accounts will probably be even fuller than they are now, so I’m sure someone will pretend to love you and let you fuck them just so you can buy them all the pretty dresses you promised me.”

“No they won’t, for my prick will stop working.”

“Well, then, we’d better take advantage of our youth and strength now.” Marie smiled at him, and placed a hand on his upper thigh, where his cock seemed to be in perfectly working order to her. It twitched at her nearness, and she could see it’s swell underneath the fabric of his trousers.

“Yes. We probably should.” He drained what was left in his flask and stood. After discretely adjusting himself so his state of semi arousal wasn’t as visible. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. “Shall we return to the house?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I wouldn’t want to insult you by taking you in the same bed I sleep with my other clients in.”

“The carriage we rode here in is open to the sky.” He flushed. “That’s hardly an appropriate place for such activities, and I did not pay for you to visit my own house.”

“There’s a little stand of trees down the way that would be suitable.”

“We would still be visible. How do you plan to do anything that would be any sort of fun?”

She stepped closer and lowered her voice so that only he could hear. “Remember, trousers can be unbuttoned, skirts can be hiked up about the waste, and bloomers do have slits in them.”