It’s Sunday and that means another six sentences from The Ruined Lady.
Oh, that Nick. We left him wondering whether he’d ever need to service himself again after his assignation with Carlisle at midnight. However, he still has the morning to get through…
With a groan he threw back the coverlet and rose, his lean muscular body stretching languidly. He rang for his valet, ignoring both his nudity and his arousal. Hawkins had seen him in worse condition.
The valet arrived and patently ignored his master’s erect member. Nick asked for a bath to be drawn and Hawkins disappeared to arrange it. Within ten minutes, the phalanx of footmen led by the valet had filled the deep tub in his dressing room and retreated, leaving Nick soaking neck deep in hot water while again contemplating his erection. It didn’t seem to want to go away.
At six sentences a week, we’ll all be contemplating Nick’s erection for some time to come. Hee hee. And that photo! Whew! It’s not a tub but it sure as hell will do! To see the other Sunday Six offerings by the other authors, click HERE.
Have a rockin’ Sunday!