[Authors Note: The term cunny is prevalent in the anonymous erotic fiction of Edwardian England. It is roughly analogous to the word pussy and is used in this manner. None of my research revealed a similar term that is congruent with the time period of this story, which is late 17th century. If any of my readers know of a less anachronistic term I would grea...
The ship rocking gently at port, a shaft of moonlight moves slowly across the floor, finding the bed and illuminating my body, naked with the sheets twisted about me. Still asleep, breathing softly. The sound of the waves and the creaking of the vessel amongst them providing a relaxing environment that invites sleep. A wench enters the room, carrying a tray...
Entries From the Diarie of Miss Esme Winterblossom, a Young Lady of Breeding and Beauty, Who Is Taken Captive By The Sapphic Pirate Miranda And Her Crew of Fat, Half-Naked Hell-Wenches, And Subjected To Dreadful Torments As Well As (It Must Be Admitted) Temptations, Which She Is Not Entirely Able To Resist * * * June 8, 17-- Dearest Diarie, I am most exc...
Part the Third: In Which the Maiden Esme Winterblossom, Taken Captive By The Sapphic Pirate Miranda And Her Crew of BBWs (Brazen Buccaneer Wenches), (And Having Learnt The History of Captain Miranda's Betrayal in Love By a Man Who Found Her Growing Fat, And Her Own Capture At Sea By Berber Pirates, Which Led Miranda To Embark Upon Her Infamous Career As a Ve...
Part the Final: In Which Miss Esme Winterblossom, Now Wearing The Mantle Of The Late Sapphic Pirate Miranda, Conceives An Extraordinary Plan Of Escape For Her Crew From The Sargasso Sea, Through The Use of A Rite Suggested By Her Catamite Hippolyte, And Boldly Goes Where No Sapphic Pirate Has Gone Before * * * Sept. 17, 17-- And Beyond The Infinite Capta...
Once upon a time, an erotically adventurous lady friend of mine told me a story from her past. And back when, just for the pure Hell of it, I began writing erotic tales, I built this story around her intriguing adventure. After rediscovering it, you know what...I like it! So, I'll let Judi tell her story, and we'll see what you think! Yup, for a girl barely...
Faith Green was the average 22-year-old girl, at least in her mind. She was 5'7 with an olive complexion and dark chestnut hair that had a slight wave in it that just grazed the swell of her breasts. She had a wide smile and gorgeous green eyes, always relaxed and ready to take life on head first. She had walked into one of her local Halloween costume stores...
Di ran from the house and into the driving ran, ignoring the slamming door and angry shout behind her. A flash of lightning illuminated the treeline briefly and Di glanced back fearfully over her shoulder, struggling to hold tears of panic. The shadow on the porch seemed undecided for a moment, then it plunged into the renewed darkness. Di could feel its ang...
Written for the Summer 2003 Pirate Challenge ***** Constance Norwood looked over the worn wooden railing and out onto the calm empty sea. Watching the myriad stars reflected on it, she wondered if she would ever again see the shores of home, or for that matter, even the next dawn. Had it only been four days since her nightmare had begun? No, she answered...
Part the Fourth: In Which The Lady Esme Winterblossom, And Her Constant Companion Amelia, Make Their Escape From The Debaucheries Aboard The Vessel Of The Sapphic Pirate Miranda, And Seek Refuge Among The Sailors and Soldiers On The Island Of St. Roger, In The Process Inventing A New Dance Sensation * * * July 9, 17-- Diarie My Dear, So much has transpir...