Madame de Baincourt: A Libertine Woman during the Reign of Louis XIV Madame de Baincourt by romane and Translate by Solitary Dreamer. It may so come to pass that in this story there will be contradictions with regards to certain things of the era in which the story takes place. Things pertaining to the style of the period: Stockings, a bustier or teddy, a...
Sandy worked a half day that Friday, wanting to get home with enough time to decorate and clean up a bit for the party. She unfurled the big "Happy Birthday" banner and added a few streamers to set the mood. Even though she had given Linda a birthday present of some lingerie and the new bikini a few weeks ago, she carefully wrapped another present for Linda....
Neeta stared out of the window of the coach, the mountain air cool against her warm face. As the wind fanned her face she felt all her troubles falling away far into the depths of the valley below. Looking towards the mountains, she fervently hoped that this holiday would revive her sagging spirits and confidence in herself. Sighing contentedly she looked a...
We don't see each other for a while. It's okay — we're sleeping together, not dating, and even though it's the best sex of my life, we live across the country from each other and we haven't had a conversation about what we're doing, what we are to each other. Or even whether we're dating other people. I haven't been. I'm busy, with work and the gym and my...
This story is based in reality, with a fair amount of fantasy thrown in. Like my other stories. I am thinking of doing some sequels. I would love to have some feedback! ***** "We need to talk." That was all he wrote. Abigail received the email around 2:00 in the afternoon after she returned from her 1:00 seminar class. Dr. Abigail Saunders was a distinguis...
Modern Day Northern Sweden - 3124 B.C.E. They trudged through snow that was knee deep and getting deeper by the minute. The otherworldly howl of the wind drowned out all other sounds. The crisp, fresh smell of the snow mixed with the pleasing aroma of the surrounding pine forest. The pleasure of these new fragrances weren't enough reward for Nerata'ari for...
The cloaked shape skirted across the square between St. Giles and the dark Parliament House before crossing the cobblestones of the Royal Mile. The Castle towered at the top of the hill, guarding the Firth of Forth. Far below, the windows of Holyrood Palace, barely visible at the foot of the steep slope, flickered with candlelight. The shadow stepped into th...
Mme. Suzanne Rouchelay stood before the window of her quarters, looking out into the courtyard at the rows of flowers lining the path between the gate and the entrance of the house. It was quarter past noon and she was expecting her friend, Mlle. Louise for tea. They had met last month at a gala of a friend of her husband's, the prominent socialite M. Claude...
Thanks to voila- for "requesting" this story. They were a pleasure to work with. Summarized idea: She knows it's wrong to masturbate, but she's convinced herself that it's not masturbation if she doesn't orgasm. Her lesbian roommate finds out about her self-denial and pent-up desire. Contains: orgasm control/denial, some confusion about sexuality, and dubi...
Note: This story is a continuation of the characters introduced in "The Midas Touch." While it isn't necessary to read the stories sequentially, it may help in understanding the relationship of the characters. ***** Darcy tipped her head back, the breeze from the fan on the dresser a welcome respite over the dampness of her cheeks. The afternoon sun stream...