Madame Rochement was very pleased with herself as she viewed the four beauties kneeling in full curtsy before Queen Eleanor. The ivory whiteness of their swanlike necks, the unblemished smoothness of their bared shoulders, the deep cleavage of their décolletage, all forecast the beauty of their faces, hidden from the queen by the full bow of those necks. Mad...
Six months had past since the last time she laid eyes on her former Protector, every moment they where apart was like a searing hot knife through her heart which slowly twisted with each day. Never seen outside the Royal Court, Princess Cleo had become a shadow of her former self in the absence of the woman she had come to love, too the point where she had a...
For generations, the Royal Family had been protected by the elite Royal Guard, given the best training and the most advanced weapons to date. With a proud heritage which stretched back generations, the Royal Family had always been under the protectorate one family. Since the birth of their first and only child, a daughter named Cleo, they had lived outside...
For Elle the next year and a half sped by. He workload was lightened considerably thanks to Roger Duken's intervention. Prince Adam's best friend was the one man, aside from Adam's father, the king, who could cause the young prince to heel. Roger explained that working Elle hard served no useful purpose. Yes, Elle was equal to all other slaves but she had e...
Sometimes it can be tough to find the time. * Author's Note: If you're expecting a serious story, this ain't it. I'm taking a break from goofy fairy tales and instead focusing my love of parodies onto the genre of post-apocalyptic sci-fi. There's an evil warlord, a damsel in distress, and a sword-wielding hero on a motorcycle. This story is also loosely...
Sorry for the long delay in giving Elle the happy ending she so richly deserves. I thank the many readers who encouraged me to get off my butt and finish this adventure. ***** The following day, Elle felt an inner elation unlike even her most blissful previous hours of slavery. She performed fellatio on her beloved prince, very much aware that later this s...
The cloaked shape skirted across the square between St. Giles and the dark Parliament House before crossing the cobblestones of the Royal Mile. The Castle towered at the top of the hill, guarding the Firth of Forth. Far below, the windows of Holyrood Palace, barely visible at the foot of the steep slope, flickered with candlelight. The shadow stepped into th...
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...
Four young women shared an apartment as they made their way through University. The most recent flatmate was amazed at the others' lack of modesty. They always seemed to be undressed to various degrees, often naked, which she found delightful as they were all quite beautiful with bodies they were obviously proud of. In time she became less reserved, even dis...
( I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew greatly from my own experiences. But as I progressed, I learnt not to fetter my imagination, but to give it wings, to take it to places you have only dreamt of. That's why I have experimented with different perspectives, preferring not to use names, so that the readers can easily put themselves...