*A Biography*
As a child, Aidan (Irish/Gaelic for “little fiery one”) was a spirited imp with a penchant for mischief tempered by a proclivity toward an angelic demeanor that would melt the hardest stone heart. She was educated by her resident doting governess, Rosemead, who schooled her in the rules of genteel deportment, and on a vast array of topics in foreign languages. Aidan was a bit of a tomboy, much to her mother’s dismay and her devoted father’s pleasure. She spent stolen moments trailing along with her father, who taught her to hunt on horseback and fish the River Suir. Often Monty, her young intended, spent extended holidays with them and partook in the adventures, as well.
Early in childhood, Monty and Aidan became inseparable. They spent countless summer days staging mock battles with Monty’s flat lead soldiers, and in the winter they played indoor games such as Blind Man’s Buff. Shortly after Aidan reached the age of consent, she was IT in such a game and, as she reached out in her blindfolded state to catch Monty, he stole their first kiss and won her heart. Years sped by and when Monty attained the rank of Colonel in Her Majesty’s Army, the two were wed in a most fashionable ceremony with all the pomp and circumstances of a full military wedding.
The petite woman stands a scant five-feet tall and has expressive, rainbow green eyes that alter with her mood. Her porcelain complexion is flawless, save for the sun’s slight blush and a scant dozen tiny, sun-kisses that glitter the bridge of her button nose. Aidan favors simple coiffures for her cascading burnt sienna tendrils ... either a crown of curls pinned and tucked in the current fashion, or loosely pulled away from her face by a puffed satin bow tied at the nape of her long, slender neck. Her silhouette naturally forms an hour-glass figure which she accentuates with a demi-corset reinforced by whale bone, whenever formal circumstances dictate such a contraption. However, she much prefers an au naturale state which leaves her much more accessible to her husband’s active libido. Aidan favors nature’s colors in her vast wardrobe and often wears shades of blue, since it is her husband’s favorite color. Her disposition is bright, and her blithe spirit is discernable. Monty often calls her his “Chenapan” – his “Scamp.”
Nearly six years after their marriage ceremony, Aidan still maintains a striking persona ... meticulously manicured in understated, proper elegance. But, under her ladylike facade lies the smouldering embers of a woman
passionately in love with her husband, and willing to please his every whim.
Before departing on his first military assignment after their wedding, Monty gifted Aidan with a ribbon-tied copy of “Fanny Hill” along with instructions to read ten-page increments and then pen letters to him, detailing her most intimate reactions after each increment. It was the first of many such gifts they have enthusiastically shared. Aidan has recently completed reading “Philosophy in the Boudoir,” by Marquis de Sade and has decided to delve into her literary talents and write an erotic novel based, in part, on the exploits of Rosemead, her governess turned maid, and a jilted lover. (Of course, given the moral dictates of upper-class Victorian society, Aidan will
seek a bookseller willing to publish her work anonymously.)
