That ain't no way to treat a Lady?
Discovering my girlfriend's unladylike desires
“A fucking lady? No way; how, why?” I babbled, shocked. “Lady, darling; the word is always capitalised,” Cyn, my girlfriend of four months, clarified, “I’m Lady Cynthia Fortescue-Smythe, second daughter of Edward, the Earl of Battersea." “And you are me telling this, why?” I asked, as we lay, post-orgasmic, in her Knightsbridge apartment wrapped in sheets which were, apparently, cut from Egyptian cotton of astronomical th...