Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters

Author:Sarah Waters [Waters, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: England - Social Life and Customs - 19th Century, England, Lesbians - England, General, Romance, Erotic Fiction, Lesbians, Historical, Fiction, Lesbian
ISBN: 9781573227889
Google: c8fjjmDwOjAC
Amazon: 1573227889
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 1998-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

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nose was very straight; her mouth was a full mouth that had aside with my corset and chemise - seemed at her touch to once, I guessed, been fuller. Her eyes were a deep hazel rise and swell and strain against their wrappings. I felt like and, in the dim light of the low-turned gas-jets, seemed all a man being transformed into a woman at the hand of a pupil. When she narrowed them - which she did now, the sorceress. My cigarette smouldered at my lip, forgotten.

better to study me through the blue haze of tobacco smoke -

Her hands moved lower, and stopped at my lap, which now, one noticed the network of wrinkles, fine and not so fine, in as before, began to pulse and heat. The silken cravat lay which they were set.

rolled there; and as she fingered it, I blushed. She said, The room was terribly warm. I unfastened the button at my

'Now you are prim again!' and began to unfasten my throat, then lifted my cap and raked my fingers through my buttons. In a moment she had her hand through the slit of hair - afterwards rubbing my palm against the wool of my my drawers, had seized a corner of the cravat, and began to thigh, to wipe the oil from it. And all the time she watched tug at it. The silk uncurled, and squirmed and susurrated its me. Then she said, 'You must think me rather rude.'

way out of my trousers, like

'Rude?'

an eel.

To have brought you so far, without enquiring after your She looked absurdly like a stage magician, producing a name.'

handkerchief or a string of flags from a fist, or an ear, or a I said, without hesitation, 'It's Miss Nancy King, and you lady's purse - and, of course, she was too clever not to know might at least offer me a cigarette, I think.'

it: one dark eyebrow lifted, and her lip gave its ironical curl, She smiled, and came to me, and placed her own fag, half-and she whispered 'Presto!' when the cravat was free. But smoked and damp at the end, between my lips. I caught the then her looked changed. She held the silk to her lips, and reek of it on her breath, together with the faint spice of the gazed at me above it. 'All your promise has come to wine that she had swallowed.

nothing, after all,' she said. Then she laughed, and stepped

'If you were King of Pleasure,' she said, 'and I were Queen away, and nodded to my trousers - now gaping whitely, of of Pain ..." Then, in a different tone: 'You're very course, at the buttons. 'Take them off.' I did so at once, handsome, Miss King.'

fumbling with my shoes and stockings in my haste. My fag I took a long pull on the cigarette: it made me giddy as a showered me with ash, and I cast it into the grate. 'And the glass of cham. I said: 'I know.

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