Confessions of an English Maid

When precocious and inquisitive Jessie is caught in a compromising position with her foster sibling Rene, she, being the most unruly is shown the door. It is no long before she is on the steps of Madame Lafronde's home for wayward delinquents, young woman of licentious character and looks to match. Seeing that Jessie is slight of frame and young of features she sees an opportunity to earn a not inconsiderable amount of a money from the gentlemen callers that usually drop into her establishment for a diversion or two.

It doesn't take much convincing before Jessie is pretending to be younger than her eighteen years, and even less persuading to provide whatever reasonable service the dirty codgers might require. With Lords and the landed, cads and the discerning, Jessie plays the siren with the wildest of abandons. Her urges even stretch to the other females of the house, partaking in tribadism, stimulation, and gamahuching a plenty.

But what will become of her when she becomes the willing and well reward plaything of Monty? Will she be able to hold back her love and remain in blissful orgiastic detachment, or will she find that one thing that has thus alluded her; love? And what will happen to Monty by page end?

This anonymously classic from 1937, narrated by Jessie herself and featuring a wonderful graphic prose that shocks and titillates in equal measure, must be one of Locus Elm Press' most licentious. In the same ripping greedy-girl vein as "Green Girls" and "Eveline," this one is a choice addition to any collection of on the once suppressed.