Hi everyone. I love finding historical whimsy to enrich a story. I thought I’d share one such bit today.
Nothing caused more social upheaval than the invention of the rubber condom in (1855).The readily available, mass produced sheath, allowed families the freedom to control the number of children they’d have.
Condoms prevented disease, pregnancy, and by extension, fewer women dying in childbirth. It also became apparent that they could be used not only to prevent pregnancy and disease during sexual intercourse, but encouraged coupling for purposes of pleasure.
To quell these insidious ideas, the United States government passed The Comstock Act in 1873, labeling contraceptive devices and educational health-related materials to be pornographic. Of course, condoms didn’t fall out of use. Instead, French Letters, as they were named, were avidly traded and sold illegally.
Cyrus Burke, my hero in Pinch of Naughty, keeps a supply of condoms on hand, and in this scene explains their use to his new paid companion/housekeeper.
In the bedroom, he made short work of her clothes, rendering her naked before he led her to the bed. Standing her in front of him, he sat on the edge of the mattress, ready to roll on a condom.
Cyrus prided himself on his ability to go long and hard, drawing bed sports out for hours before spilling his seed. But as he looked at Eleanor, every muscle in his body tensed. The need to shoot squeezed his nuts like a vise.
“Turn the light off—please.” The first part was a crisp demand. She added the last, softening it to a polite request as she stared at the wall above his head.
If she’d whimpered, he’d’ve let her have her way. But there she was, ready to do battle again. So we’re going to pretend you don’t want it tonight, huh?
Cyrus relaxed inch by inch, regaining his control as his sense of humor kicked in. God in heaven, he could smell her arousal, her skin was flushed with desire and her nipples stood at attention, begging to be sucked.
“Nope.” He smiled when he refused her. “I want to watch us fucking tonight.”
“You are a sinful devil.” Apparently scandalized, her gaze unlocked from the wall and shifted to his face.
“Yep,” Cyrus said and grinned. “Now that we’re clear on my character, you can put this on.” He handed her the condom.
He pulled her closer to him until she stood between his legs. Her lips parted in astonishment as her creamy skin blossomed pink. Eleanor, of the cult of pure womanhood, held the rubber in her hand and peered down at his cock.
“I-I-I… I don’t know how,” she stuttered.
“Think of my dick as a tool you’re covering.” Swear to God, he felt as long and thick as her rolling pin when he growled his instructions.
Eleanor caught her lower lip in her teeth, biting on it as she prepared to sheathe him. He brought her hand to his engorged member, wrapping her palm around his naked length before he leaned back on the mattress, thrusting upward in her grasp. “Familiarize yourself with my equipment, Eleanor.”
He kept her hand wrapped in his because she looked mutinous, ready to argue.
“This is unnecessary. You are an idiot.” She squeezed his shaft for emphasis.
He couldn’t control his grunt of pleasure.
Startled, she squeezed him again and said, “Your eyes look strange.”
No doubt they were crossed and about to roll back in his head. He released his grip when she tentatively began to explore on her own. Her fingers reached the liquid seeping from his slit and she jerked away, stroking down his bare length once before coming back to investigate his pre-cum. When she swirled her finger around his cock head and peered closer, his jaw locked tight and his toes curled.
“Cover. My. Tool,” he managed to say.
Eleanor Lacey’s husband is as dead as their sexless marriage. While she waits for the law to decide if she’s widowed or divorced, she leaves scandal in Connecticut behind and flees to Texas to begin anew. But she needs money—fast. What better way to earn her grubstake, than by cooking meals for the richest rancher in the state?
Cyrus Burke works hard for every penny he makes and prides himself on knowing where to cut costs. He doesn’t want a wife cluttering up his life. His housekeepers are good enough—round the clock employees tending his sexual appetite, too. Mrs. Lacey applies for the position and looks like a promising candidate. Delicious in fact, as smooth and creamy as a tasty tart.
When Eleanor and Cyrus come together, it’s a recipe for hot love—take one wickedly willful widow and one arrogantly masterful man, add a dash of decadent desire, a pinch of sizzling naughty, and turn up the fire.
5 Lips and a Recommended Read
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