«Mrs. Wilson's Cure for Headstrong Ladies & Hysterical Wives» by Veronica Sloan

All Hubert wanted was an obedient wife that could zip her lip and be a pretty little homemaker. His Minnie sure is pretty, but she's as obedient as a feral cat! She's always
mouthing off, breaking vases, and screaming about “her place” in a
man's world. When she crashes his Rolls Royce Phantom II, that's the very last
straw! Declaring his wife hysterical, Hubert takes her to the one woman that
can cure any headstrong dame. Little does he know, Mrs. Wilson has zero interest
in “fixing” Minnie and every intention of awakening her lesbian lust!



This
erotic tale of lady love in the 1930s is 10,000 words and for readers 18 and
up.


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Excerpt ~~~~~


“What are you doing to these women?” Minerva demanded.


“You make it sound so nefarious!” she laughed. “I do a few things, but mostly I listen. In those cases, the 'cure' is just mind over matter. A wife wants someone to tell
her she's getting a raw deal. She wants to know that her anger doesn't qualify
her for the bug house. It doesn't make the anger go away but it keeps her from
balling up, helps her fool the husband for a few more years.”


“I know my deal,”
Minerva growled. “I don't need you telling me how raw it is.”


“Mm,” Faye hummed.
“I had a feeling about you when I saw you coming up the walk.”


“And what feeling is that?”


“That you might have
some venomous urges that needs relieving.”


“I most certainly do not!” Minerva gasped. She kicked out the chair as she stood up and tried
to stomp away. The room was rather small, however, and her way was impeded by the strange piece of furniture with the bleached leather cushions. She managed
to squeeze her way between that contraption and her overturned seat and got
halfway to the door–despite her violent shaking–when she felt Faye's hand on her shoulder.


“I'm sorry,” the woman said calmly. “I was excited to talk to you and I ran my mouth off. I have a tendency to do that.”


Minerva glared at the woman
over her shoulder. “And why were you so excited?”


“Pretty girls with dumb
husbands do that to me.”


Minerva was sure she didn't
know what the woman was talking about. “Could you let me go? I just want
to get away. If you say I escaped…told Hubert I got out of the house…then I could live here, in Los Angeles. I don't care what I'd have to do, I just can't
be with him anymore.”


“Why?”


“Because I don't love
him. He's not a bad man. He's a stupid man but he's not evil. I thought I could
love him. Daddy said I would. But I don't.”


“Why?”


“Stop asking me why!” Minerva screamed. “You've said yourself there is no cure. There
is nothing you can give me to make me love him, no magic potion. So you say I must live with him or resign myself to…poisoned urges.”


Cautiously, Faye drew her fingers along the girl's jaw and tilted her face up. “There are other
options available to you,” she said. “If you're keen to learn.”


“What can I learn in a
day?” the girl sniffed.


“Oh, doll, I don't need
that much time.”