The Moorwitch

by Jessica Khoury

I’ve never put a hand on a man’s thigh before, much less had to be so keenly aware of his skin and my fingers.

Inconsistant thigh experience

shall be glad when dawn comes, and I can leave this moldering manor and never be forced to endure another moment of its laird’s insufferable company.

Well we know what that means...

“He’s not very good, is he?” Mrs. MacDougal sighs. “He makes up for it with zeal.

Shades of Algernon moncreefe

I have spent enough time assisting in the healers’ ward to have seen my share of male flesh. I should certainly not be blushing at the barest flash of a disagreeable Scotsman’s thigh.

Inconsistant thigh experience

“You are not like other humans, are you,