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...
Foreword Good day, as my favourite Aussie uncle might say. It's me again, that pesky Charley . . . the one who keeps promising to tell all in a few thousand words but then drags everything out forever. Not that there's anything wrong in dragging out sex. Ask me, the longer sex is dragged out the better. Three hours without pause for breath sounds good, do...
Following on from Fiona and Harriet's story I've decided to continue the domino theory and focus on Helena, the headmistress at Fiona's school. In the First Domino I mentioned that Helena was also questioning her sexuality but still married, so let's see where this one leads us. I've included English translations of Swedish words within the story. ***** I'...
"Simone! Please stop daydreaming! Have you heard a word I said?" Lady Hawley spoke testily to her daughter, who was gazing dreamily out the window of the carriage. Simone thanked her lucky stars that mind reading was not one of her mother's gifts. "Sorry Maman, I drifted off for a moment. You were discussing my French grammar were you not?" "No dear, tha...
The first death was painful, a burning sensation engulfing her entire being, as though she were attempting to breathe inside a pool of acid. The second death, when her husband laid eyes on her ghostly form, was painless, like blowing out a candlestick, but the inner agony of watching her husband collapse on the steps to the land of the living in sobs was wor...
Dear Readers. I ask your patience with this chapter. While the sex is good, I felt that it was absolutely essential in setting up a new chapter in Samantha's life, with new characters and a change in settings. I promised more passion in this chapter, I know, and I hope I don't disappoint but as I wrote it, I realized that the only way to make things work was...
Hello readers, Here's a short story inspired by B., my #1 fan. Hope you'll like it! Enjoy! Xoxo ************** The return of my Queen. My Queen hasn't touched me for days. Not that I was punished or anything. She was away on a business trip. Before leaving, she gave me a bunch of instructions to follow in her absence, among them, complete abstinence...
My life was changing. I had been a moderately successful fashion model who had suddenly become a minor celebrity by having my head shaved and appearing as the ancient Egyptian queen Nefertiti in a series of ads and appearances about a new cosmetic line. For a few months I was almost an object of worship for those who were fascinated by my bald head. At firs...
It should've gotten easier with time. Everyone said so. But everyone didn't care what their husbands did. Persephone's husband was loyal to a fault, preferring to dissolve into a pit of depression darker than the deepest hellholes of Tartarus than find another partner during her absence. Amphitrite's husband went on various escapades, but now, she simply j...
The young woman who stands before her is pretty, but not too pretty. Her hair has been braided elegantly, but not too elegantly. Her neckline is low, but not too low, and her dress hugs her body but doesn't draw too much attention. Lady Catherine nods in satisfaction. The local gentry has sent its younger daughters who are of age to court, to see which ones...