Pleasured by the Poet — Trinity Lee

Holly is on a routine mission to pilot her cargo vessel to a remote nebula, when her ship hits a temporal distortion that throws her back into eighteenth-century London. When the horny Navigator lands in William Blake's bedroom and discovers that the poet and his wife are exponents of free love, there is only one thing she can do. Advisory: This 5,500-word erotic short story features adult content including a menage sex scene. Not suitable for under-18s.ExcerptHe murmured in my ear: "You are bold, for an angel. Or maybe you are not an angel, but some kind of succubus come to tempt me. I cannot resist your charms, whatever you are."I whispered back: "And what if I told you I am come from the future, from several centuries hence? Would you believe that?"He paused for a moment and thought, before returning to shower my lips with tiny, tender kisses, nuzzling and nipping my lips."Yes, I would believe that," he said. "Those around me already think I am quite mad. 'the Lunatick Will Blake' is what they call me."I sat bolt-upright."You are William Blake?" I said in wonder. Of course: the paintings, the writing, the reference to angels. It all made sense."Why yes," he said, confused. "You know of me?"I laughed incredulously."How would you feel if I told you that many years from now, students would learn your poetry by heart and study your paintings, Will? Would that kind of immortality make you happy?"Of course," he answered, slipping his hand between my legs and drawing it the length of my sopping cleft. "But not as happy as you are making me at this instant, my little traveler through time."He seemed completely unsurprised by what I had told him. I was still reeling in shock at the thought that I had seduced William Blake. He slid my panties down my thighs and stared at my hairless mound as if he could not believe what he saw.