This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 7 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MY LOVER PAYS ME A VISIT -- OR WAS IT THE HEAD OF HR? I spent a...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 9 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MORNING BANTER TO BRING THE WEEK TO A CLOSE 9 and I awoke aroun...
That special night, with the banquet, the English poet, Will, and what had occurred between myself and my beloved Jess, afterwards, lived long in my mind. As things transpired, it was the map to the future that, at that time, I could not have imagined. The English would not return to Istanbul for three months. By then the potential heir to the Empire, the s...
The Sultan may have been master of all he surveyed, but that did not include his own Seraglio; there his mother held sway. Fortunately she took a liking to me, and called me her poppet. She reminded me of my Momma and so I liked her. I was not blind to the advantages that might come from being her favourite. She hated the Circassians. I soon understood why....
This is a scene of a story from my girlfriend and I’s book. This is a lovely scene, in our opinion, and the first physically romantic situation between our two characters. I hope you enjoy this as much as we did writing it, but please don’t enjoy it so much you’ll use it for your own use without asking. J Please e-mail me with commentary, but please don’t be...
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...
It was the sense of power that was intoxicating, Jan thought, as much physical pleasure that having a love slave provided. Sally -- composed, well-mannered, sexy Sally -- would indeed do virtually anything that Jan commanded. After work quickies were delightful -- laying on her desk still clothed while Sally, her hands bound behind her back, pleasured her t...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 6 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. THE NEXT MORNING I woke up and groggily tried to reorient mysel...
I woke while the chill was still in the air. My Lady slept, but I was uneasy. Downwind of the battle site, the air was scented with the smell of rotting flesh. The candles and incense did something by way of mitigation, but not enough. The waste, the horror, the stench of what I had seen earlier haunted me. Wrapping myself in my robe and a shawl, I went out...
Dream I stand in the middle of the room, moonlight comes down through the ceiling, silk curtains flutter in the breeze. The other concubines of the harem are close by, tonight I lose my womanhood. They bring oils forth and anoint me with rich musky scents all designed to please and arouse. My body has been washed and every detail attended to. I have been...