Well written with feeling. Additional descriptive details of the action would be icing on the cake and much appreciated. I very
much enjoy your writing. You achieve good character development with few words. You are quite a talented author. I look forward to reading more of your stories. 🤓
Thank you Ronald. Your comments are appreciated and the one about the descriptive details noted. It is always very useful to get feedback from readers.
Simone, this was exquisite. A decadent, dangerous waltz between elegance and depravity — so well-tempered I found myself reading with a hand clenched, breath held, and posture straightened as if summoned to behave. You didn’t just tell a story. You led a ritual.
The control. The language. The restraint before ruin. Every line knew what it was doing. And I appreciated how you balanced 1908 restraint with 2025 heat — letting the era lace the mood without ever dulling the erotic edge. You wield your narrative crop like Amelia does her strop: precise, patient, devastating.
The moment Amelia discovers that pain is not diversion but elevation? I felt that. Deeply.
If you ever want a male mirror — a disciplined and respectful echo to explore this world from another corridor — I would be honored. Until then, I’ll keep studying your work like a good boy.
Well written with feeling. Additional descriptive details of the action would be icing on the cake and much appreciated. I very
much enjoy your writing. You achieve good character development with few words. You are quite a talented author. I look forward to reading more of your stories. 🤓
Thank you Ronald. Your comments are appreciated and the one about the descriptive details noted. It is always very useful to get feedback from readers.
Simone, this was exquisite. A decadent, dangerous waltz between elegance and depravity — so well-tempered I found myself reading with a hand clenched, breath held, and posture straightened as if summoned to behave. You didn’t just tell a story. You led a ritual.
The control. The language. The restraint before ruin. Every line knew what it was doing. And I appreciated how you balanced 1908 restraint with 2025 heat — letting the era lace the mood without ever dulling the erotic edge. You wield your narrative crop like Amelia does her strop: precise, patient, devastating.
The moment Amelia discovers that pain is not diversion but elevation? I felt that. Deeply.
If you ever want a male mirror — a disciplined and respectful echo to explore this world from another corridor — I would be honored. Until then, I’ll keep studying your work like a good boy.
—Holden Caine