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The Misadventures Of Agatha Crowley 2

Agatha checks out a speakeasy in London

Chapter Three. The 43 Club. London, 1923. It was the dawn of a new era. The time of Flappers, cocktails, frivolity, and the Charleston. In the 1920s, London's toes were tapping to the new sound of jazz. Everybody wanted to dance, nobody wanted to sleep, and nightclubs were mushrooming around the city's West End. Deep in the heart of Soho, at 43 Gerrard Street, was a small, intimate nightspot known simply as the '43'. Its...

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April 1926, Part 1

After Daphne and Tommy clear the air, he offers to give her the first orgasm of her life.

“Daphne, how many drinks have you had tonight?” “Ugh, Mother, who the hell’s counting?” Delilah slapped her daughter on the cheek, hard. “Ow, what the hell!” Daphne rubbed her stinging cheek and glared at her mother, her hazel eyes flashing. The two of them looked similar in many ways: both had bobbed black hair styled with a headband, red lipstick, and a face that was beautiful even when roused to anger. Delilah was shor...

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March 1926, Part 3

Daphne meets Tommy Culligan and his four brothers.

“Daph, how’s it looking? Can you get those cumstains out of my dress?” Daphne placed the napkin over the open bottle of soda water and tilted them in tandem. Leaning down and dabbing at the front of Julia’s dress with the wet spot of the napkin, she replied, “I think this won’t be too bad, Jules. The fabric isn’t very absorbent.” “Well, that’s a relief. I don’t know why I didn’t just swallow their cum,” Julia chided herse...

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The Misadventures Of Agatha Crowley 1

Sexy antics in the life of a Flapper in 1923

Chapter One. Enter Agatha. London, 1923. "Sex, as a word, had not been mentioned out loud in my young days, but there had been plenty of it. Maybe not talked about so much, but enjoyed far more than nowadays. Though usually labelled 'Sin,' I can't help feeling that that was preferable to what it seems nowadays. A taboo subject." Agatha Crowley lit a cigarette and put it into the end of her black holder. She bent her left...