Helena and I rode in silence. My thoughts were back in the sacred space where Ana and I had loved so recently. I could still smell her, taste her. I wanted to be with her so badly that I ached. But duty called. My fate was not to be the concubine of the Padishah that those who picked me had planned; no, it was something far stranger, and more strenuous. I...
Ana pulled me with her. When we reached the armoury the other women were already donning their war gear. Ana put on her black breastplate over the chain mail and fitted her sword-belt. I felt both ridiculous and redundant. But, wanting to be useful, I grabbed a small bow and several quivers of arrows. Ana explained that somehow the enemy had gained access t...
This story stands alone well, but is more fun after reading the first chapter! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Hey wake up! We have 20 minutes." Chrissy roughly woke her roommate Amber. "Com'on, our alarm didn't go off. We can't be late for Professor. Linden's class or he won't accept our term papers. Amber, get up!" Amber went from confusi...
Maya's pampering becomes more intimate, and she gets to experience the joys of another woman. Lesbian, and voyeur content. .... As Kyle unbuttoned and then removed the garment that had been covering all of her from neck to ankles, I watched Maya's expression, complete with a gasp that I could well appreciate, because it would be tough to not have some kin...
The Sultana entered the harem flanked by her hand maidens, making her way to the royal chamber. The harem was a relic from before the time of her husband’s grandfather, when the Sultan did not take wives. Instead the blood line was continued by any number of mates in the harem producing heirs. Since the Sultan’s grandfather had stated the tradition of marryi...
This is the English translation of my own German story "Flugzeuge im Bauch". For a long time I had concerns to translate them to English. But missveronik has supported me a lot and also helped with the translation - many thanks to her. Please vote this story and comment, whether you like it... so I may continue translating some of the remaining parts. *****...
This story is set in the same 'Universe' as my Beth's Summer Break series but is completely independent. Probably less explicit than some of my stuff, it is a bit of a slow-burner. Eagle-eyed readers with long memories may recognise some of the little cameos from characters in earlier works. ***** One I walked through the village with a sense of dread, cu...
Laura My lesson began when I had been divorced for a couple of years. My marriage had gotten stale after our daughter, Diane or Di had gone off to college. It became obvious to my husband and me that we were living together more like roommates than lovers. We had grown apart concentrating on our careers while making money to put Di through college. We'd bot...
Liz McDonald was 43 and was an environmental scientist. She had received a grant and permission to visit the Amazon rain forest to study the deterioration of the ecosystem because of man's increasing incursion into the jungle. Liz was excited for the opportunity but also happy and proud that her daughter Julie was along for the trip. Julie had expressed an...
I hadn't wanted to go to the sleepover. It had all been Vicki's idea, and really - when I think about it - everything that happened afterwards was her fault. The idea of sitting around in sleeping bags, gossiping with her shallow new college friends was totally unbearable to me. But Vicki's my best friend. How could I refuse? We hadn't seen much of each ot...