Ailis Fionn Graham of Sutton, Ali for short, had been given by her parents to their landlord, his Lordship, the Ninth Duke of Sutton, one of the wealthiest land owners in the county, in exchange for their farm. She didn't mind. She was old enough to be out of the family home, and the money and land her family gained meant they wouldn't have to work so hard a...
"Welcome to the Isle of Lesbos. Can I help you?" You swallow the growing lump in your throat and make your way across the plush carpeting to the reception desk where a pretty green-eyed blonde smiles at you. "Hi," you say, managing to keep the tremble out of your voice. "I'm Jane. I just became a member, this is my first time at the...
Clare and I had been talking about a camping trip for months. A chance to leave the city and it's hectic life behind and spend a week camping in the wilds of France; that is, if there was still such a thing as a wilderness to be found anywhere in Europe. If there was, we thought it must be in central France, away from the family campsites and crowds of touri...
Miriam was one of the most beautiful women I ever met. There is something about Ethiopian women, and whatever it was, the Princess had lashings of it. Tall, dignified and beautiful, her cheek-bones could have cut paper. I sensed a trace of Jewish ancestry which called to me, but it was when she spoke that you sensed how special she was. Her voice was unusual...
Janine's hands were shaking as she punched the keypad of the elevator next to the "Penthouse" button. She had been asked to come up to Deidre's penthouse by an invitation sent through Marjorie, just as the costume party was winding down. It was a shock to her when Marjorie said she would not be coming along. Her new and dodgy European friend then disappeared...
This story is an homage to Mistress_Christine and her wonderful stories from the lesbian country. ***** As I come to the bridge of the flagship 'Angela Merkel', Seawoman Carter announces "Admiral on the bridge." The captain, ship's engineer and sailing master turn from their discussion and greet me. If you met Captain Sue, as she prefers to be addressed,...
When I opened my apartment's door, I was infuriated by what I saw. The home was a mess as usual and my roommate, Nancy, was sitting naked on the couch. Her blonde hair was disheveled and she was masturbating in front the TV, watching a porn video. She turned her head, vaguely greeted me, and continued enjoying herself. I had another rough day at the carwash...
Palace of Versailles, 1742... The gilded halls and opulent splendor of the palace had attracted the elite nobility that the King of France had hoped. They poured into the palace ballroom, dancing gracefully as the well trained orchestra played. Silk and satin dervishes of color filled the room as couples spun to an energetic waltz, while others conversed c...
Candlelight flickers in the bedroom. A tall, slender 40'ish woman reclines on the bed, wearing a black lace camisole. Around her waist is a black lace garter belt, the silk straps leading to sheer stockings. A tiny silk thong covers her most intimate area. Open-toe pumps on her feet complete the ensemble. Her dark brown hair frames a beautiful face, painted...
Bancroft Hall, Dorsetshire, England. September 1902. In the late afternoon of the second day after her arrival at Bancroft, the countess returned from a ride and found me in her sunlit bedroom tidying up, as befits a lady's maid. I noticed she was moving stiffly and enquired as to the problem. 'I almost fell off my horse in the woods on the far side of the...