The Morning Run It was a chill spring morning when I met up with Melanie in front of her house, dressed in my black track pants and grey parka with a good pair of red running shoes. We had been confined to our homes for the last 2 months and it was really starting to take a toll on our sanity. Mel and I had met up over the last few days after we decided i...
I show up in high-waisted jeans and a cropped white blouse with a plunging neckline, an outfit designed to capitalize on my big, curvy body. She's already found us a place to sit, and she's bought coffees. When I get to the table, she gets up and gives me a hug. She looks hot. Zipper boots, high-waisted slacks that look painted onto her thickish legs, and...
Madame Lambert looked like the pictures one saw in the fashion news but she looked more tired in person. She was nearing 80 years old and the fashion empire that she had built was thriving but she was still active, creating new products and new lines of clothing. The reason I met her was that she was looking for an older model (35-40) to be the face of a new...
Helena and I rode in silence. My thoughts were back in the sacred space where Ana and I had loved so recently. I could still smell her, taste her. I wanted to be with her so badly that I ached. But duty called. My fate was not to be the concubine of the Padishah that those who picked me had planned; no, it was something far stranger, and more strenuous. I...
"I guess a vibrator helps when there's no boyfriend, I've been there myself?" The question came out of the blue, as I sat buttering my toast with Christa. She couldn't help but notice my embarrassment, as I blushed deeply. "Oh god, Becki, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I couldn't help overhearing last night." Christa and I had only work...
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...
Ana pulled me with her. When we reached the armoury the other women were already donning their war gear. Ana put on her black breastplate over the chain mail and fitted her sword-belt. I felt both ridiculous and redundant. But, wanting to be useful, I grabbed a small bow and several quivers of arrows. Ana explained that somehow the enemy had gained access t...
Just as I was allowing myself to be carried away by my passion for Princess Damila, the distraction in the corner of the room brought me back to the real world. Oblivious to it, the Princess was sucking on my stiff, aching nipple, and she was easing me out of my harem pants, a process I was happily aiding. The feel of her fingers as they slid between my swol...
Kristin and Jenny arrived at the Dean's front door precisely on the dot of 9:00. It was a magnificent home, even older than ABD House, with impeccably manicured gardens maintained by the university. The night had turned cold and they were both chilly despite being bundled up. Kristin rang the doorbell and they stood rubbing their hands together for a few se...