After our afternoon exertions, Sarah and I slept well, but as usual, I woke early. I longed for a chat with Emm, but there was no one else at breakfast until Ivana joined us as we were finishing off the coffee and smoked salmon blinis. 'You have the morning free, my darlings, hope you, ahem, slept well?' I was not going to give her the pleasure of watchin...
I had never spent half a concert watching a friend eat out another woman. Did the whole come to more than the sum of the parts, or did each detract from the other? After Ekaterina had orgasmed for the third time, Emm was allowed to take her seat next to her new Mistress. Her face, marked as it was by the evidence of Ekaterina's passion, glowed with an inner...
What was it, I wondered, that an MP's wife did? Of course no one, me included, had expected Archie to win the seat. My father-in-law was a powerful voice in the House of Lords, and Mr Baldwin needed his support, so arranging for Archie to stand in some God-forsaken northern industrial constituency was a sort of quid pro quo. In the 1923 General Election Lab...
The evening had been erotic, but disturbing. The usually ebullient and confident Ekaterina was subdued, and her mood communicated itself. Emm, the only one of us unaffected by the events of the day, was happily letting her Mistress run her hands over her superb body, but contributed little beyond her undoubted sexiness. She had clearly been attracted by the...
'I am sure I saw Emm at lunchtime,' my wife, Sarah said, sounding puzzled. 'But I thought she was going back to Ekaterina in Russia?' 'She will be, darling,' I explained, 'but she was finishing off some basic training.' 'It looked very, well, basic, my love. She seemed to be performing an oral tonsillectomy on a rather delicious blonde.' 'Sounds like our...
What had I done? That was the natural tenor of my thoughts on receiving the letter. After our adventures in the Crimea and Romania, Sarah and I had come back to England, refreshed and invigorated. It had been hard saying goodbye to the gorgeous Emm, but as she seemed ecstatic to be remaining with the Russian Oligarch, Ekaterina, and as we would be seeing her...
The bus was just creeping along, it was snowing like crazy and the roads were super slippery. Tess and I were sitting alone, way in the back of the bus, trying to stay warm. There was a heater vent back there, but it didn't help much. All the boys on the trip were sitting a few rows ahead of us, and they were making a lot of noise. Tess looked me and whisp...
By the morning it was known that I had saved the life of the Sultan. I found myself the heroine of the Palace. The fellow whom they had caught had yielded up the story. It was the Druze, they put out, who had encompassed the death of the Sultan; but that was not the truth. There was a harsher, more rigorous variety of Islam, which looked upon the Ottomans a...
1. Claire examined the menu like it was her first time. As usual, she flirted with other flavors and toppings. And as usual, she ended up ordering the same thing: large vanilla yogurt with hot chocolate fudge. Tried and true. Safe. "Decisions, right?" a voice said behind her in line. She turned around to find a handsome man with dark skin and a sly smile...
As a tall, semi-attractive man with a crooked smile strode in her direction, Shandy's heart palpitated. She wanted someone to ask her to dance, just once, and she'd go home satisfied. But it didn't seem like tonight was going to be her night. She'd failed miserably at attracting anyone, despite her efforts. And as she held out her last hope for the gangly st...