[DISCLAIMER AND SUCH: This story depicts a sexual relationship between an ordained Episcopal priest and her parishioner. Both are of age, and nothing nonconsensual or even dubiously consensual takes place. While the account of their relationship is not exactly fictional, certain names and details have been changed to protect all involved. The author of thi...
[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...
She was a new hire and was already terrified of him. Good, that was part of his job. He was taking her through the mansion, introducing her to the various servants living and working below stairs. As he understood it, this would be her first position in a house. She would hopefully be a quick study. Hand picked by the Lady herself no less, he would be certai...
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...
In the bedroom, Ashley is perfectly still, basking in her own afterglow and sighing. The sheets, covering her up and only leaving part of her breasts exposed so she may breathe freely, contain her body heat. She can feel herself still sweating, but makes no effort to move. Her thoughts bounce rapidly in her head, from her husband leaving straight back to her...
We woke up, still snuggled up together. Anna was warm, and soft, and welcoming. I dozed a while, my face in her breasts. If this was Russian hospitality, then I could be a great Russophile. She stirred, sleepily, looking down at me. 'I think you like my breasts.' I giggled. 'However did you get that idea?' We both laughed. She pulled me closer, and I in...
Sally was cleaning up at Shepherd's Bar, a roadhouse out on Rt 62. I was past closing time, but she knew there was a party out back, because people didn't want to stop drinking just because the liquor laws said otherwise, and there was good money to be made in catering to that impulse. So long as things stayed quiet the cops wouldn't pay attention, for the v...
Kristina was an orphan at an early age when her parents died in a car crash, she lived with her grandmother and had just applied for a live in job in Palm Beach Florida. It was 6am when she finished packing her car, hugging her grandmother, she promised to keep in touch and told her not to worry and kissed her good bye. Kristina started her journey from Atla...
Chapter 01 Alyssa stared at herself in the mirror. Those three hours of sitting in a chair while people picked and pulled and lathered her up in various products had created a stunning vision. She truly was a beautiful bride-to-be. Though she loved Peter she looked upon her marriage day as bittersweet, since after this moment she couldn't really have her lu...
A prelude Anita and Sarah had been great friends ever since schooldays, they'd had had a schoolgirl crush upon each other, long before they met their husbands, in fact before boys came along at all. Unlike most such pairings, theirs had endured and they still met up for a little womanly comforting from time to time. Over the years the comforting had expande...