Late, late, late -- I am going to be late. I muttered this mantra to myself as I ran to my car. It was 7:32 and I was supposed to check in by 8:15 at the seminar. I was headed to a teacher's seminar at a hotel about forty-five minutes from my house. The day was already hot and humid. I needed to pick up a few extra classes so I would have a better chance at...
Jess looked at me with pain in her face. ‘Pixie, have I displeased you? Everything I do is because I think it is what you wish. Was I wrong?’ My mind worked fast. ‘It is not you, Jess, it is me. I need to fix boundaries, and I have failed. No, it is not you. But fix them we must.’ It all came out in a rush. I explained that there needed to be a wall bet...
To say that Saudi Princess Taja Hakim led a sheltered life would be the understatement of the century. Born on November 9, 1989, to Saudi Prince Ahmed Hakim and his Lebanese-born wife Princess Aamina Ali, the young Arabian Princess bred in metropolitan Riyadh was destined to live all over the place. Her parents spend most of their time between the Republic o...
"No! Stop-" Alexandria's voice broke between sobs. "Please... please have mercy!" The woman's screams echoed through stone corridors. Her wrists were tied with rope, and those bindings were attached to another long one that suspended from the ceiling. She could still touch the ground, but had to stand on her toes as she swayed. Some sort of silky fabric obst...
Thursday night: opening ceremony We left Thursday afternoon on a work trip, two men, the princess, and me. The boys took the van with all of the display equipment. The princess and I took a separate car. Thursday night we shared a room. Friday and Saturday were planned far enough in advance that we all had our own rooms, but Thursday was a last minute add-...
Twelve While Samba was occupied with Eva, Valera had reached her hut and found it empty. At first she thought that the leader could be busy with something; but as time went by, she began to think that Samba had forgotten their appointment. Perhaps she was with one of her lovers? The girl felt confused: Samba had asked her to come – why would she go with ano...
The morning broke brilliantly across the countryside, striping Rosebud's face with beveled shadows. She stretched and grinned as she moved her fingers down to her sticky pussy, remembering the touch of Velvet's tongue. She wished that she could turn over and see Velvet sleeping next to her, that she could rub her face in her soft black hair, that she could f...
Purity, the punk-pop princess beloved of the tabloids for her raunchy, in-your-face persona coupled with sweet, sugary songs, plus her willingness to display her luscious body and smouldering sensuality in steamy videos, was on her knees satisfying her record label head. She worked the man's cock with expert skill, moaning in genuine pleasure at the feel of...
Author's Notes: I got the idea for this short story from Princess V. and her story, The Princess and the Peasant Girl. After getting her permission to use her plot devices, I jotted this down as a way to see if I could do something similar. I know this is a very short story for me, but I can't learn if I don't try. Please enjoy this piece of adult fiction,...
Dinner that evening was an event. Velvet had insisted on preparing the meal and the King, the Queen, the Princess and the Seneschal found themselves in culinary heaven. The first course was stuffed mushrooms that had been grilled over a smoky flame. The earthy mushrooms had been marinated in garlic-laden oil and fat chunks of sweet crabmeat swam in a creamy...