West of France, 13th century... The Queen awakened to something soft on her face. The candles had burnt out and it was still dark in the room so she could not think for the moment what it was. Only a faint red glow in the huge stone fireplace indicated the vague shapes in the room high up in the castle of Chinon. Before her eyes could adjust to the dark, th...
The Princess stood in the mirror for a long while and observed her reflection in its polished face. The dress was beautiful, accenting her full breasts and bringing out the beauty of her hazel eyes but it couldn’t erase the sadness from them. These days were to be the last fun ones of her life because in a few weeks, she would have to wed Sir Roger Gaufrette...
Lord and Lady Gaufrette, escorted by their son, Sir Roger, arrived the next day and the Lady Gaufrette gushed over how beautiful the castle looked, now that it had been dressed for the wedding. Sir Roger made his polite welcomes and immediately went looking for Velvet. He found her in the near field, attaching a new door to the smokehouse. “Hello, Velvet.”...
"You know what I don't like about her," said Anita, the tall statuesque blonde, "is that she thinks she is better than the rest of us." "I'll second that," said Carol as she sipped on her wine, while sitting in Anita's family room. "Well," said Cindy the redhead, "I think her problem is that she and her husband don't have enough sex." The three women laug...
Madame Lambert looked like the pictures one saw in the fashion news but she looked more tired in person. She was nearing 80 years old and the fashion empire that she had built was thriving but she was still active, creating new products and new lines of clothing. The reason I met her was that she was looking for an older model (35-40) to be the face of a new...
The days sped by and Princess Rosebud thought that if she didn’t have Velvet, she would fly apart. Her father kept Velvet busy with preparations for the wedding and Sir Gordie needed her to help with the security details. She felt as if she were dying, as if it was only a matter of time before she would be attending a funeral – her own. Oh, Velvet. Only six...
A twist on one of Grimm's Fairy Tales. A prosperous King and Queen sat on their thrones, surveying the kingdom that they ruled. One would think that they would be happy but their handsome faces were drawn in distress. For as wonderful as their castle was and as comfortable as their villains were, there were no children to fill the echoing spaces with joy a...
Sir Francis was pleased. 'You played your part magnificently. You obtained that list, and it is invaluable. We shall give out that the source of our information was one of my agents, but we shall not reveal your name. But you have deserved well.' 'So, shall I get what I need before I return at the end of the month? Shall England agree to work with us again...
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...
Every year around springtime I get nostalgic when I think of the sexual highlight of my high school years, or college years for that matter. I am now twenty-five years old and look pretty much the same as when I was eighteen and this timeless moment took place. I am an inch or so taller and my hips are a little fuller. I have gone from a B to a C cup and fee...