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...
The train was almost full. It was the last sleeper to be heading north before the ice set in and made travel impossible. Outside was already dark. It had been since three o'clock. For the elite, there was a dining carriage at the head of the train. Close to midnight, and this carriage was still full. Full of the lace, the tight boned bodices, the satin, the...
I let myself into her flat with my own key. No doubt she heard me, but nevertheless I crept into the spare bedroom, unslung my rucksack, and began to get undressed. This room is never as well-heated as the rest of the flat, and it was a chilly duty to stand there naked, laying my costume and accoutrements out on the bed. Not only were my nipples standing out...
When she got to the kitchen, the tub was gone, but Lara took a pail of warm water and told Ailis to stand over it so that she could rewash her now that she was shaved and clean. Ailis was beyond modesty at this point and knew that she and Lara were to be closer than friends if they were to go through these things together, so she warmed to the idea of having...
I'm driving an open car. But it's now a boat. But the canal comes to an end, I can see the next section of it, but can't figure how to get there. Nobody's home, I don't know whose house it is but I go inside anyway. A bell is ringing. But it's not in my dream. It's the door bell. I open a gummy eye. The clock's red LED. 5:47. What? Who at this hour? I grunt...
Finally the next chapter! Yay! The story itself is going to be shifting gears. While there will still be plenty of sex, there will also be more of an emphasis on story and character development. Feedback is something that I cherish greatly, so please do not hesitate to leave me a comment with praise or constructive criticism. Thank you! :] - - - - -...
This is a continuation of my story Herta Wolfsfriend, which should be read first. Apologies if I've made any errors in depicting Norse or Saami cultures. This historical romance draws from Maria Kvilhaug's Blade Honer novels, as well as Nils Gaup's excellent film The Pathfinder (1987). The central idea, a strong BBW Norsewoman with three adoring younger wive...
Estragon was copy editor for this story years ago but I have made changes so don't blame him if there are mistakes. ----- I awake to a light tapping at the door. Dragon sleeps on beside me, buried in the coverlets, nothing showing but the top of her head and one lean leg. I rise, donning a robe, and make my way to the door, a bit stiff and sore from the pa...
Miss is ready for bed. She's wearing her pink silk teddy. She smiles as she enters her bed chamber and Kim jumps to her feet. Malissa is the black sheep of the family. She didn't stay married to the young man from their 'class' for long. Neither of them could keep up the lie. She was gay. A lesbian. Had always known it. Not one of those silly 'discovered...
It's daybreak and only the tip of the sun is visible on the horizon. Birds wheel and squawk across the grey sky as they're swept from the sea on a breeze that acts as an invisible magnet, drawing every living thing towards this shoreline in the middle of nowhere. It's through analysing my own discomforts that the past settles into place, like fragments of a...