Metamorphosis of Lisette Joyaux - The Story of Monique - The Yellow Room

Vintage Erotic fiction from the late 1800s.

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Excerpts:

Lisette inherited her mother's beauty and her father's patrician elegance. But, in addition, she possessed a most ingenuous mind and personality.

There was nothing in Lisette's childhood to indicate the path she would take in her later life. Her loving parents lavished every affection and gift upon this dear girl, and they employed a diligent and sympathetic governess who never spoke a harsh word to her precious ward, even in the event of misbehavior. By the time she was eighteen, she knew as much about punishment as she did about lovemaking, which is to say, nothing.

However, her destiny was being shaped by the grim fates who measure out and cut the thread of life for all mortals.

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Chapter 1

Nothing in Lisette Joyaux's early life foretold that she would become handsome, young Jacques Duverneuil's bride and then love-slave. Lisette Joyaux was born in the province of Normandy, in the little resort village of Piemonieux, and there she spent her girlhood.

This simple sentence tells everything and nothing about the naive young beauty. In order to comprehend the remarkable circumstances that occurred in the very first year of that seemingly fortuitous marriage, one must know what preceded it: Without that history, there would be only the most banal of stories to tell.

Lisette was born to affluent parents then in their mid-thirties. Her father, Daniel Joyaux, was a gentleman farmer who was left a considerable estate and fortune by his father, who had been a retired sea captain in the French merchant fleet. Daniel and his blond wife Amalie fell in love during their school days and married early.

But despite their passionate love for one another, fortune did not provide them with a child until after a dozen years of marriage, when they despaired of ever having offspring. One can understand, therefore, how they viewed the lovely Lisette as a gift from above.

Lisette inherited her mother's beauty and her father's patrician elegance. But, in addition, she possessed a most ingenuous mind and personality. And again, we may thank providence for measuring out precisely the ingredients that made Lisette what she was, for if she claimed more beauty or more sophistry, again there would be no story to relate.

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The Story of Monique explores an underground society's clandestine rituals and scandalous encounters that reveals the sexual rituals that beckon the ripe and willing Monique.

I think you get the picture. It has a great blend of all kinds of naughty yet fun fantasy situations that we could never have imagined on our own. There is a little of everything in this book. Usually published as a companion work to Lisette, yet it keeps you very interested the entire time. We highly recommend it if you are looking for stimulating erotica.

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Chapter 1

Monique stretched luxuriously on her bed, her tawny body writhing on the cool sheets, and glanced at the clock.

Already eleven! She jumped up, put her bathrobe and slippers on, and shuffled down the hail.

It was quiet. Aunt Sonia had gone out; Monique couldn't remember if she'd mentioned she'd be spending the day shopping. It didn't matter. . . the solitude was welcome and her aunt would return soon enough. And then...

Monique swallowed a hastily prepared cup of tea before returning to her room to get dressed. She paused before the full-length mirror inside the door, admiring the reflection of her magnificent body as she removed the robe. She was tall and slim, though well-rounded at the hips and buttocks. Golden-blonde hair fell in an unrestrained cascade to her shoulders. Her face was porcelain fine-the eyes wide and blue, the cheekbones well-defined, the lips full and pouting. Her breasts were full globes that hung lush and firm and swayed when she walked. They were capped with rose-dark cones that covered the ends like snow on a mountain peak. Her torso tapered to a thin waist that flared to voluptuous hips. Below her belly a thin mossing of golden hair covered her mount

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The Yellow Room
A spanking novel dating from 1891

Alice begins a new life with her legal guardian, finding that things change considerably. Far from the prudish ways of her Aunt, Alice finds her new baronial setting is accompanied by the most intrusive training and severe corporal punishment.

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When the widowed aunt of Miss Alice Darvell, with whom she had been living for several years in Yorkshire, died, her residence was transferred to her nearest relative and guardian's house in Suffolk. And the change from a small house in a bleak and lonely part of the West Riding to a baronet's establishment was hailed with rapture by the handsome and healthy girl of eighteen.

The only, or at any rate, the principal, advantage gained by her life with her aunt was one she scarcely appreciated. The life, the bracing air, the country rambles, and the rigorous punctuality of the old lady had allowed Miss Darvell to develop fully the physical charms which so distinguished her. And not only that - to the fresh complexion, the laughing brown eyes, and the magnificent contours of her form and of her limbs was added a distracting air of reckless ingenuousness, picked up no doubt on her moorland scampers. But become conscious of her charms, she sighed for the pomps and vanities of the world. They were held up to her by her aunt as perils of the deadliest description a view regarded by Alice with sceptical curiosity.

Her solitude increased her imaginative faculty, and the fascination it attached to balls, parties and life generally in the world was greater than their charm actually warrants, as Alice subsequently found out. The only disquiet she had experienced arose from a vague longing which was satisfied by none of the small events in her puritanical life.

She was modest even to prudishness, had long worn dresses of such a length as to make them remarkable; had never in her life had a low one on; blushed at the mention of an ankle, and would have fainted at the sight of one.

The matter of sex was a perpetual puzzle to her, but she was perfectly unembarrassed in her intercourse with men, and quite unconscious of the desires she excited in them. All she knew of Sir Edward Bosmere of Bosmere Hall was that he was her trustee and guardian, that he was a widower much older than herself and a cousin some degrees removed from her, but that notwithstanding, she was to call him 'Uncle'.

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