Hubert’s Day Fox Hunting
Quentin, a young
aristocrat gets lost in the November night during the traditional
autumn fox hunting and finds something he may not quite anticipated
in the middle of the forest.
Category: Victorian romance and erotica
Length: 5 pages, 2500 words
File size: 300KB
Publisher: Independently published by
My Secret Quill
“I hate that stupid horse! And I hate this stupid bloody hunt,
as well!” Quentin had always detested the yearly St Hubert’s
Day Fox Hunting. First of all, the English weather in November was
usually cold and damp and secondly Quentin was not at all fond of
riding around like a madman hunting a fox in the middle of nowhere,
when instead he could be sitting in front of the fire in his study
with a nice book and a cup of tea. But, oh no, his father demanded
that his oldest son had to compete in the big hunt…
Tags: Night, forest, virginity, mild submission.
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St Hubert’s Day Fox Hunting was the very first story I wrote
since I started writing Victorian romance and erotica short stories.
The story was slightly inspired by old fairy tales and mystical
beings living in the forest, for example “Little red Riding
Hood” by the Brothers Grimm, although I will leave it entirely
up to the reader to decide for themselves who Holly really was.
For this short story I researched the British hunting traditions
and seasons, especially the autumn fox hunting and the traditions
around St Hubert’s Day.
(Author’s note: No real or fictional foxes were harmed during
the writing of this story.)