I showered in a trance, my mind buzzing with all that had happened. I was drying my hair when Maria came into my room. “Have you been terribly bored?” she asked. “No…um…not at all,” I replied. “I had a bath and a nap.” “Well we have a few hours before the party…tennis? Swimming?” “Not tennis…I haven’t the energy,” I said. “OK, I’ll see you at the pool,”...
Sunshine streamed in the windows of Pam's bedroom. Stirring slightly, the figure behind her snuggled closer and a hand slipped between her legs. Grinning sleepily, Pam felt faint, warm breath on her neck. Delicate fingers teased her neatly shaved strip of pubic hair. Pam's eyes blinked open as the realization of what happened the night before came into focus...
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...
Not quite satisfied with my rest, I'm awoken by the chug-chug of Kira's motorbike as she slowed on the road to come through the gates and into the driveway. Before I am properly conscious and able to collate everything, my nose picks up the sweet smell of honey overlaid with apples and pears... Matsui! Oh fuck! My eyes flip open faster than the shutters shoo...
Robert's funeral took place on a cloudy Tuesday morning. The sky threatened rain, making the day seem every bit as dreary as my soul. It was a constant struggle for me to get through each successive minute of the day with my heart aching at his loss. At the same time, my temper threatened to rage at him for having closed me out of the final month of his life...
Chapter 02 -- 2nd Rung This is the second instalment of Sara's story, and will make more sense if you've read the first already. Everyone in this story is over 18. * When I awoke in my new bed in Helen's house, it was a Monday morning -- a working day. Not wearing panties under my uniform skirt was no novelty, as I'd given up wearing them during my brief...
The aged door of the mansion creaked on its rusty hinges as Vera pushed it open, thunder cracking and lighting up the clouded sky as rain poured overhead. It spattered audibly on the cracked flagstones that made up the pathway leading to the entrance of the long abandoned building, through disheveled plants and out of control weeds that choked the once elega...
I still had almost a week left with the lovely Kathy, to whom my Mistress, Susana had loaned me, and I was determined to make the most of it. I was missing my Mistress, certainly -- my love for her was something very special, dating back to when she had rescued me from a life of abject misery with my husband. I didn't even want to think about those times....
Don't read this if you're under 18. I decided to move the 5th part of the 'Diana' saga into the Lesbian section, as no men appear in the story, although it is still BDSM oriented. It will, however, make more sense if you've read the other 4 parts. It's all fantasy. I was established now as Helen Barrington's principal slave, and my place in her household w...
This particular series is inspired by the movie, The English Patient although without giving away too much this one has a happier ending. It's set in Cairo in 1939, several months before Hitler's invasion of Poland. ***** AN ACCIDENTAL MEETING The first time Helga met Harriet it was in a Cairo souk where she was haggling over the price of an ornament that...