Welcome to the reception area of Miss Virginia Prude’s private steam room, offering erotic stories for the evangelically inclined.
Miss Virginia would like to remind you, that although you may be married, no longer twenty, and perhaps even the bearer of Fine Offspring, this is no reason why you shouldn’t avail yourself of some of the classier erotica available on Mr. Gore’s most excellent of creations, the world wide web.
You see, Miss Virginia is a Good Southern Girl and does not feel especially comfortable reading stories involving leather whips being applied to anyone’s privates, or to any other location for that manner. Nor does she need to know what you and your husband did with your old college roommate when you jetted off to Cancun last summer. But she does love a little bit of lasciviousness when she can find it—and much to the delight of Mr. Prude, Miss Virginia has decided to share her frisky little favorites with y’all.
To avoid completely embarrassing her three Beloved Offspring, MissPrude is blogging anonymously and offers you only these facts for your orientation purposes:
Miss Virginia Prude is a lady in her thirties, living in the southern part of these United States of America. Being a Good Christian Girl, Miss V spent the majority or her life assuming her body was the tool of the devil and feeling naughty (in a bad way, you see) every time the slightest amorous thought drifted through her feminine mind. This being the case, Miss Prude did not manage to find her full sexual awakening until later than the average teen.
Married young, her innerho’ did not fully emerge until a bit late in life. And while Miss Virginia adores the clever and well written show, Big Love, she did not find polyamourous relationships to be an adequate outlet for her lately awakened sexual appetites. But she did wish to reclaim a bit of her sexual prowess before things began to sag too too terribly, and to live at least part of her life as a cheeky little monkey. So Miss V decided to write some bedtime stories that would leave her readers nicely aroused, without offending one’s moral aptitude. Thus Miss V’s blogspot, Steamy, was born.
Now, you should be warned, Miss Virginia does love to pontificate, so you’ll also find her standing on the proverbial soapbox and proffering unsolicited ideas about post-twenties sexuality, body image, and other things that we of the feminine sex must so often consider. In other words, all the things you ladies talk about after you’ve had two or three Vodka Tonics will be fodder for a little hot blooded discussion here in Miss Virginia’s steam room.
Now, I must insist that you all be on your very best behavior while you are here. No nasty suggestions in the comments please, and if you must tell us how these stories have improved your private life in the boudoir (or up against a tree, or on the beach blanket in Natucket, or what-have-you), do Do DO exercise good judgement. Miss Virginia knows you can find a way to express your fine sexual self without being overly anatomical, no? We don’t need to re-write Gray’s Anatomy do we, dears? And won’t it be ever so lovely to amass a collection of women-friendly erotic for ladies like us? Oh, do say yes!
Well now, let us get around to clicking about the site, shall we? Have a good…steam.
