For ma’am Chatterly:

Has m’lady ever thought to swoon the husband over, with gradual advance, into letting you meet your needs with his approval, being your cuck?
Disability is wrought with shame and longing. There are things aplenty that my liege will never satisfy for his queen and the tremors this quickens in the heart are dismal and consuming.
You, dear, will never taste rest without clearing the unspoken. May her squire take some pleasure in the simple act of watching his wife’s desire rattle and break the cage before his own eyes, under his supervision and acceptance, at first?
Is there a chance he would be open to receive you in your longing, knowing that your heart is still his?