The night ended too soon, but so did the next few. As Bess was the Queen, whatever anyone thought was never conveyed to her, and as no one cared to accuse her of having a Sapphic relationship with the 'little Turk,' our loving relationship developed rapidly, and deeply, across the next weeks. It was clear that Lord Burleigh was not happy, but equally plain...
The Queen's Catcher How does your garden grow? * Author's Note I often get ideas for stories in the form of suggestions from readers. This one happens to come from a fellow author by the name of Maonaigh. Remember that name if you want to read some fabulous stories when you're done with this one. The suggestion came as a comment on my story about Bo Pee...
***** I'm really pleased with this one, I feel it all came together very nicely. This story's just...pretty intense (as some of my BDSM stories have a way of being). The erotic scenes in this are amalgams of a number of my favorite elements I've put in other stories—between two new characters, who comprise a very young married lesbian couple. So settle in,...
Introduction: A Guide to the Pronunciation of Names: I give you this pronunciation guide of person and place names just as a helpful reference if you wish to use it. If not, just enjoy reading this erotic, sensual story and not bother with name and place pronunciation. Those Amazons certainly had difficult names to pronounce, but I doubt if they were diffic...
Mistress and Charlotte Find a Friend. * Author's Note The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The two main characters in this story are a couple in a dominant-submissive relationship. It is safe, sane, and consensual as well as kind and loving. But if thi...
After bathing, I rested, allowing Lady Emma to get ready for the banquet, and letting Flora and Molly, my two maids, set out my garments for the evening. As it was a State occasion, I wore my most elaborate entari (silk inner robe) with its decorated golden cevberi (belt) and a bejewelled dagger. Over that, I wore my best red silk kaftan, with golden embroi...
With some men it takes time to decide whether you like them or not, but Sir Amias Paulet was in that select band of those one disliked on sight. A narrow mouth, a weak chin hidden by what appeared to be a ginger ferret clinging to it, Queen Mary’s jailer looked like what he was, a narrow-minded Puritan obsessed with the idea that someone, somewhere was havin...
"Simone! Please stop daydreaming! Have you heard a word I said?" Lady Hawley spoke testily to her daughter, who was gazing dreamily out the window of the carriage. Simone thanked her lucky stars that mind reading was not one of her mother's gifts. "Sorry Maman, I drifted off for a moment. You were discussing my French grammar were you not?" "No dear, tha...
The first death was painful, a burning sensation engulfing her entire being, as though she were attempting to breathe inside a pool of acid. The second death, when her husband laid eyes on her ghostly form, was painless, like blowing out a candlestick, but the inner agony of watching her husband collapse on the steps to the land of the living in sobs was wor...
Hello readers, Here's a short story inspired by B., my #1 fan. Hope you'll like it! Enjoy! Xoxo ************** The return of my Queen. My Queen hasn't touched me for days. Not that I was punished or anything. She was away on a business trip. Before leaving, she gave me a bunch of instructions to follow in her absence, among them, complete abstinence...