-Ancient Egypt- Neferu was beautiful. She had golden tanned skin. Her hair was long and straight. It was dark brown, but it looked black. Her eyes were a radiant blue; a rarity in her time. She was thin, a reflection of the difficult life she had led. Food had often been a luxury she wasn’t awarded. Nevertheless, her breasts were proud and perky. Neferu h...
Disclaimers: I did borrow a little bit of the characters, like Xena, Gabrielle, Ares, and Artemis from the TV show "Xena: Warrior Princess" which belongs to MGM. So, please bear with me. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The short strawberry blonde haired woman reluctantly laces up her brown Doc Martens boots, and looks into the mirror one last time....
Authors Note: The Queen Consort named in this story is Elisabeth of Austria, married to Charles IX, who ruled France during a period of protestant uprisings, and lives in infamy for his vicious reprisals. His wife, though sharing his strong Catholic faith, was known for her piety, naivety and beauty. It is this innocence that makes her so attractive a figure...
Madame Rochement was very pleased with herself as she viewed the four beauties kneeling in full curtsy before Queen Eleanor. The ivory whiteness of their swanlike necks, the unblemished smoothness of their bared shoulders, the deep cleavage of their décolletage, all forecast the beauty of their faces, hidden from the queen by the full bow of those necks. Mad...
‘So,’ she said, her hands between my thighs, feeling my want of a penis. Knowing this moment would come, I had prepared for it, and launched into my self-defence mode. ‘Highness, I had long wanted to meet you, and Lady Emma offered me this chance. By dressing as a man, it provided a cover for all of us, since three women travelling alone might have attracte...
West of France, 13th century... Martine wanted the usual morning ritual of lectures, dance practice, and boring lessons to start, but she knew it was not to happen today. Today was when she was to be informed of her duty. For many months she had gone through the same routine with about a dozen other girls. She looked around the ornately decorated room at th...
Pike arrived in the early morning sun to walk through the open screen and look around at the dark woods of the mission style hallway and doorways. Feminine voices in the kitchen up to the left were chatting about the carpentry work to bid when a surprised soft voice demanded, 'where is the top to your bikini; the bidding on the workroom is this afternoon, ev...
This story was suggested to me by Bill and is about a Roman queen. It features lesbian domination and a bit of incest so if that's not your thing, don't read it. All characters are 18+ and enjoy! The powerful Queen Arria smiled down from her throne at the two hooded figures cowering before her, hands tied behind their backs. "Remove their hoods and let them...
I'd been dreaming of this weird forest for a while. Every night I'd find myself walking along a path through the woods, right where I left off the last time. Sometimes there were road signs, but like most dreams the text on them was garbled or impossible to remember. The only thing I could figure out was that the place I was headed toward had a little heart...
The fascination of Elizabeth's conversation lingers, even these many years later. As I write, I am transported back to that Hall where I sat on a velvet covered mini-throne opposite the Great Queen. Wherein lay the fascination? The Sultan himself asked me later, but neither in my dispatches nor in my oral report, could I quite capture the charm and charisma...