-Ancient Egypt- Neferu was beautiful. She had golden tanned skin. Her hair was long and straight. It was dark brown, but it looked black. Her eyes were a radiant blue; a rarity in her time. She was thin, a reflection of the difficult life she had led. Food had often been a luxury she wasn’t awarded. Nevertheless, her breasts were proud and perky. Neferu h...
Note: This is a side-story told from an alternative perspective to Queen of Hearts: The New Guest (Chapter 1). It takes place after most of Chapter 1, and in some ways will make a lot more sense if you've read it. ***** The Queen of Hearts laid herself out on a beach chair that Tuesday afternoon. She wore her favorite bikini: the white one with hearts all...
The third installment of the Lady De la Dia series. I'm still sharpening my intimate writing, and would appreciate any feedback. Thanks for reading! The next installment will be the last, but first, we need to set up poor Amy some more. Chapter 5: Her Whim be Mine Amy Curtis sat upon the edge of her plush four poster bed, her face buried between her hands....
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
A/N: This is a story set in the first half of the nineteenth century in England. The Victorian era was the first time period where society truly brought forth the question of a woman's role in the world. People questioned what an "acceptable" level of independence was for a woman, what her extent of involvement in the outside world should be, etc. Though thi...
Part One Carol leaned back against the leather seat of the limousine. Tired of sitting and staring out the window she fought the urge to stretch. She had been in the back of the car for nine hours on the way to a place she had not been in fifteen years. She could no longer see very much outside the tinted window as the sun was only gracing the top of the gr...
We woke refreshed and loving. Sleeping next to Ana made me feel safe and warm, and with her I slept so well that I found it hard to believe that for most of my life sleep had been elusive. When I told her she smiled and teased me: "Ah, my Rahab, have I so tired you out that finally you sleep?" I giggled and kissed her. "You complete me," I told her, smili...
My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community Col...
Scotland: 1557 Rain was falling as Lise slipped quietly into the grounds of the monastery where her mistress Margarete awaited her. She was cold, wet, exhausted and saddle sore, but she was grateful for the rain. It would increase her chances of remaining unseen. Three days remained until the marriage of Margarete to the Lord Colin MacLean, and the bridal...
We'd been two years living in Calcutta when my life changed forever. My husband, Peter, was a high-tech hired gun who'd been brought in by a powerful new Indian computer conglomerate to straighten out the problems that often came to companies that grew too fast. Pete had just finished up grad school at MIT and his skills had started to come in great demand...