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“Behold your new mistress, my wife," he pronounced, "and know that when she
bids you, I have bidden you. What service you render her, you are rendering me. What loyalty you give or withhold from her, you give or withhold from me!"

-Royce Westmoreland”
― Judith McNaught, A Kingdom of Dreams

“For he was aware of the great secret of life: Women don't look for handsome men. Women look for men who have had beautiful women. Having an ugly mistress is therefore a fatal mistake.”
― Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

“Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.”
― Anthony Liccione

“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.”
― William Shakespeare

“Self-doubt is a persuasive mistress; careful not to shag her or you鈥檒l never get your balls back.鈥� - Simon Hunt”
― Dannika Dark, Twist

“When a man takes a mistress, he doesn't turn around and divorce his wife.”
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

“Finding out that you are not your lover鈥檚 only lover hurts, but not as much as discovering that you are the side chick 鈥� or the side dick.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Something must be done about the food.鈥�

Seeing his speculative glance Clare laid down her fork and gave him a warning scowl. 鈥淵es, I鈥檓 a good cook, but I will not have time to work in the kitchen. And don鈥檛 try to convince me that a mistress also has to cook for her lover.鈥�

鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 thinking of wasting your valuable time in the kitchen.鈥� He smiled mischievously. 鈥淏ut a mistress can do interesting thing with food. Shall I describe them?鈥�

鈥淣辞!鈥�

鈥淎nother time, perhaps.”
― Mary Jo Putney, Thunder & Roses

“Emma was just like any other mistress; and the charm of novelty, falling down slowly like a dress, exposed only the eternal monotony of passion, always the same forms and the same language.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“But if you will not take this Counsel, and persist in thinking a Commerce with the Sex inevitable, then I repeat my former Advice, that in all your Amours you should prefer old Women to young ones. You call this a Paradox, and demand my Reasons. They are these:

1. Because as they have more Knowledge of the World and their Minds are better stor'd with Observations, their Conversation is more improving and more lastingly agreable.

2. Because when Women cease to be handsome, they study to be good. To maintain their Influence over Men, they supply the Diminution of Beauty by an Augmentation of Utility. They learn to do a 1000 Services small and great, and are the most tender and useful of all Friends when you are sick. Thus they continue amiable. And hence there is hardly such a thing to be found as an old Woman who is not a good Woman.

3. Because there is no hazard of Children, which irregularly produc'd may be attended with much Inconvenience.

4. Because thro' more Experience, they are more prudent and discreet in conducting an Intrigue to prevent Suspicion. The Commerce with them is therefore safer with regard to your Reputation. And with regard to theirs, if the Affair should happen to be known, considerate People might be rather inclin'd to excuse an old Woman who would kindly take care of a young Man, form his Manners by her good Counsels, and prevent his ruining his Health and Fortune among mercenary Prostitutes.

5. Because in every Animal that walks upright, the Deficiency of the Fluids that fill the Muscles appears first in the highest Part: The Face first grows lank and wrinkled; then the Neck; then the Breast and Arms; the lower Parts continuing to the last as plump as ever: So that covering all above with a Basket, and regarding2 only what is below the Girdle, it is impossible of two Women to know an old from a young one. And as in the dark all Cats are grey, the Pleasure of corporal Enjoyment with an old Woman is at least equal, and frequently superior, every Knack being by Practice capable of Improvement.

6. Because the Sin is less. The debauching a Virgin may be her Ruin, and make her for Life unhappy.

7. Because the Compunction is less. The having made a young Girl miserable may give you frequent bitter Reflections; none of which can attend the making an old Woman happy.

8thly and Lastly They are so grateful!!

Thus much for my Paradox. But still I advise you to marry directly; being sincerely Your affectionate Friend.”
― Benjamin Franklin

“And after that until the end, there was no relief from being a girl with chores that she wasn鈥檛 being paid for, a girl with no new sandals and a friend who wasn鈥檛 a friend but a mistress, and a family that wasn鈥檛 but people who owned her and ordered her about, and nothing at all but her pretty breasts and her round bottom and her misbehaving hair to help her feel any different.”
― Ru Freeman, A Disobedient Girl

“The sky and the earth,
The night and the light,
The heat and the cold,
The rain and the drought;
Those are my demigods.

But the road,
The road is my mistress.
Devious and open,
Harsh and nurturing,
She seduces me with love
And dares me with death
In equal measure.
Just like any good woman.”
― Foster Kinn, Freedom's Rush II: More Tales from the Biker and the Beast

“In innumerable cases, the woman fell in love, not with the man, but with the lifestyle that came with being his girlfriend, wife, or mistress.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, On Friendship: A Satirical Essay

“Reality! May we be friends! While I embrace "extraordinary possibility," my favorite mistress.”
― Corinne Mucha, The Monkey in the Basement and Other Delusions

“The Cavalier Servente by Stewart Stafford

Her lover creeps
On stairs that creak
To where the mistress sleeps
To wet his beak.

Affairs in the dark
When matrimony is parked
A disloyal lark
Starts the carnal spark.

At break of day
The cuckolder creeps away
From naughty play
He鈥檚 had his way.

漏 Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“It wasn鈥檛 a perfume that she smelled, either. No, it was the odor of something larger: the scent of secrecy, of newness, and of rediscovered youth.”
― Rebecca Rowland, White Trash and Recycled Nightmares

“Lo, all maidservants are rude in their speech, When the mistress speaks it irks the servants.”
― Miriam Lichtheim, Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms

“It was the sort of life that suited me best: musket shots all day long, and supper with my mistress in the evening!”
― Armand-Louis De Gontaut

“The mistress will kiss the bear goodbye when he sleeps in his own bed.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“I quickly turned around and looked at Ravi but his eyes were quicker as they averted mine. I can鈥檛 expect any help from him today. Tomorrow, he will get me flowers. Tomorrow, he will apologize. Tomorrow, he will engulf me in his bear hug that never failed to make me feel warm and safe. But today, he is completely useless. Today, I am alone. Today, he needs to pacify her so tomorrow he can love me again. That is if I can keep myself alive till tomorrow.”
― Arushi Raj, Mrs Sehgal

“Something About Her by Stewart Stafford

Her cemetery chill touch,
Felt in porcelain hands,
Vacant heartbeat stolen,
Desert of smooth sand.

Her eyes were portals,
To a feral, scary land,
With no outlet or relief,
Automaton at her command.

Yes, break the spell now,
An eye blink from losing all,
Just a heave and it is broken,
New dawn beyond her thrall.

漏 Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“You will come back to the castle with me."
"I don't belong there. I don't belong anyplace."
"You belong with me," he replied without the slightest hesitation.
Her chin trembled as she held his gaze. "I-I'm not your responsibility."
"Yes, you are. You are mine. They gave you to me, remember? And I want to keep you. Come here," he ordered softly.
She lifted her arms and stepped into his embrace without another word.
He hugged her close, his heart pounding. "Listen to me. I don't want you to worry for one instant what will become of you, all right? I'll look after you. Whatever you need. You have my word, Kate. You're not alone, do you understand?" he whispered as he held her.
After a moment, he felt her nod against his chest.
"There's my brave girl," he murmured, brushing a kiss to her forehead.
It was at that moment that it dawned on him what he was going to do when they returned to the castle. The thought shocked him as it struck, igniting his heart, even as it filled him with an odd relief.
Of course.
She was already under his protection. By now, anyone outside the castle no doubt assumed she was already his mistress. They already wanted each other so badly. He saw no reason now not to offer her his carte blanche.
Yes. She must become more securely his.
It was not his way to keep any one particular mistress to service his needs. But if Kate were his, then he would not have to worry about her, even beyond all this business with O'Banyon. He would know exactly where she was, that she was fed, clothed, protected, and provided for.
Admittedly, it might come across as utterly ruthless of him to make such an offer at a time like this---as though he were coldly taking advantage of her at the moment of her greatest vulnerability. But he was not motivated by lust.
At least not entirely.
Obviously, he could not marry her---not with his curse, and her Promethean blood. But if Kate was his mistress, then he could watch over her, and if anyone ever tried to hurt her again, they would have to deal with him first.
Besides, he knew by now how her mind worked. If he were simply to make her a promise of financial help, she wouldn't take it. She was too proud. Hell, with her independent spirit, she would abhor any offer that she interpreted as charity. So, let her work for it.
God, he had dreamed of making love to her since that first night when Caleb Doyle had brought her to the castle for that very purpose.
Even now, she felt like heaven in his arms. If she was willing, he knew one sure way to comfort her when they got her back to the castle. He could make all her tears and sorrow melt away...
Cradling her in his embrace, Rohan pressed another possessive kiss to her brow.”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“I can give you a very good life, Kate. London, Paris. Anywhere. All you need to do is fulfill the desire that I think you already feel. We both do."
Her heart was pounding, her cheeks flaming crimson.
Never in all her life did she think she, Kate Madsen, would receive an indecent proposition from a worldly, gorgeous, and fabulously wealthy duke.
At first, she was so embarrassed and confused she could not even look at him. She did not want him to see in her eyes that he already had her half-seduced, and had since the night of her arrival.
She swallowed hard. "Your Grace---I am a virgin."
"I realize that," he purred, "and it pleases me. You do not doubt that I can be gentle with you?"
"No---it's not that." She couldn't believe he was doing this to her, putting her in this position---and worse, that she didn't mind that much. Indeed, nothing sounded sweeter than for him to lay her down tonight and make all her problems go away in a luxurious night of pleasure.
But he was offering her far more than just one night.
The chance to keep him in her life for some period of time into the foreseeable future was a thrilling prospect. It was the proof she had been seeking that this hard, unyielding man did care for her, in his own way.
"What are your thoughts?" he asked.
Kate peeked at him shyly from under her lashes.
It wasn't marriage, which she believed she could probably find without too much trouble. Safe, boring, biddable men were easy enough to come by---but Rohan?
A fierce, wild creature like a wolf?
"Belong to me," he whispered, staring into her eyes.”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“Are you decent?"
"Depends who you ask."
"You are not naked. I'm crushed."
"It's chilly in here."
"I could stoke the fire."
"Believe me," she purred, "you do."
He grinned at her jest, but Kate refused to blush and sent him a sultry, sparkling look. Mistresses, after all, could say that sort of thing.
Then he swept into the room, bringing her breakfast on a tray like her very own cavaliere servente. "Hungry?"
"For what?" she shot back.
"My goodness," he drawled. "I've created a monster. I'm so pleased."
She laughed as he set the large tray on the bed, then sauntered over to her at the window nook. At once, he leaned down, captured her face between his hands, and gave her a long, luscious kiss after their short separation.
Though he had only been gone about twenty minutes, Kate had missed him desperately. She sighed with pleasure, caressing his arms, as Rohan slowly ended the kiss.
"Done being sore yet, by chance?" he whispered with a wicked gleam in his pale eyes.
"Almost."
"Very well, replenish your strength.”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“If he needs a side chick, it鈥檚 not because you鈥檙e not woman enough; it鈥檚 because he鈥檚 not man enough. He鈥檚 not man enough to love you, to respect you, and to honor you as the beautiful, extraordinary woman you are!”
― Ros B

“From a mistresses鈥檚 perspective, taken men are low maintenance. All they want is sex, sex, sex. They don鈥檛 fall in love with you. They don鈥檛 send you clingy text messages asking where you are. They don鈥檛 complain when you kick them out to sleep at home. And they don鈥檛 try to pressure you into having children with them.”
― Vanessa de Largie

“If a bloke is sexually satisfied via the attention of a good mistress, that will no doubt make him a better hubby and father. More time to wash his socks and jocks.”
― Vanessa de Largie

“Me, be in charge of, no鈥攖he mistress of鈥攆our dangerously hot men? Four men who seem to think that clothing is optional? Men that live in the cellar of a cheese shop like gorgeous, often-naked vampires?”
― Ellen Mint, Why Cheese?

“The point being, everyone knows a celebratory redemption story, one where the person in question overcomes adversity and becomes the main character in an undeniably remarkable turnaround story.
But there's nothing but ridicule for the ones who never turn things around.
Like the socialite whose ex-husband was arrested on a money laundering charge and is now an outcast among her former upscale circle. Or the father who abandoned everything for his mistress and now lives an isolated existence in a run-down apartment with no mistress, ex-wife, or kids. Or the bank executive who embezzled money and lost it all only to wind up living under a forty-second street bridge with his close friend Jack Daniels. Or the beauty queen who fell victim to a botched facelift and now curses her existence behind two-inch thick, closed miniblinds.
No one celebrates the fallen and discarded because no one wants to admit it could happen to them. But we're all just one misstep away from living an upside-down life while the rest of the world points out all the ways we deserve it.”
― Amy Matayo, They Call Her Dirty Sally

“You're not going to end it with me are you, Harry? Not this time?'
'No, I'm not' he replied without hesitation. 'Not this time'.
Emma nodded slowly. 'I thought not'. Then she looked past him, avoiding his eye until she said 'then I must. I'm sorry Harry but I can't be your mistress. I could do it in France when everyday could have been our last. but not back here. Not in London. You understand that don't you?'
and it was absolutely no consolation to Harry Walsh that he did.”
― Howard Linsky