Flappers, Jazz and Valentino by Jillian Boyd & Lola White & Brent Archer & Blacksilk & V.C. & T.G. Haynes & Angela R. Sargenti & Eva Starling & Blair Erotica & Sasha Distan & Annabeth Leong & Tabitha Kitten

Author:Jillian Boyd & Lola White & Brent Archer & Blacksilk & V.C. & T.G. Haynes & Angela R. Sargenti & Eva Starling & Blair Erotica & Sasha Distan & Annabeth Leong & Tabitha Kitten
Language: eng, eng
Format: epub
Tags: HoE, flappers, 20s, jazz, sex, erotica, adult, romance, vintage, sexy, House of Erotica, fun, excite, kinky, erotic
ISBN: 9781783339204
Publisher: Andrews UK
Published: 2014-08-11T16:00:00+00:00

Songbird

By Blair Erotica

The songbird’s name was Isa, and she had just discovered that she loved Paris. The place and people were permeated with a light-hearted, wonderful craziness. Parisians seemed to understand that the twenties were about joy and love, just as her songs were, even the sad ones. They came to hear her sing - at first for the novelty of seeing and hearing a black woman from New York, but once they heard her, they came back for her singing.

And she had Gerald. He found her in a miserable club in Harlem, dreaming of being on a stage where they listened to her; he watched her turn her face up to the sky as she sang, willing herself to follow her own notes as they soared high. He fell in love with the idea of having his own songbird. He bought the damn club - because of her, he said and she believed him. Why else would a white man from Switzerland buy a club in Harlem? He made a go of the place until he got an offer for the club that he couldn’t refuse, or at least an offer from someone he couldn’t refuse. Then he told her they would go to Paris.

“You will love Paris and it will embrace you,” he said.

He was right. She loved the city and it seemed to love her back. Gerald got her a record deal with a small jazz label singing covers of Bessie Smith’s “Empty Bed Blues” and “T’Ain’t Nobody’s Biz-ness If I Do” and she was working on Helen Kane’s “I Wanna Be Loved By You,” which she thought more her style. Gerald bought her the right clothes (insisting that the popular skinny dresses of French fashion were made for her) and then he bought a small nightclub in the cellar of an undistinguished building where she sang on Fridays and Saturdays. Gerald billed her as the “New York Songbird” and the jazz lovers had just begun to discover her.

Being Gerald’s mistress in Paris was easier than in New York. Affairs and relationships were not serious matters there, not then, and no one even mentioned the difference in their skin colour. If anything, they were seen as exotic.

She found him exciting and complex. He loved sex with her as much as her singing, but she didn’t think he was in love with her. She had no illusions that he was faithful to her. He didn’t hide his affairs. He even brought women he was fucking to the club to hear his songbird. But then he never minded seeing men falling in love with her, which was common in Paris.

She thought it enough for a songbird to be adored by a fantastic lover who gave her amazing pleasure. He often came to the club on nights she was singing and waited for her in her dressing room. When she came in to fix her makeup between sets, he’d be there to put his hands all over her. He’d lift