"So Rotham, how goes married life?" Maxwell, the Duke of Rotham, slowly turned in his seat and gave the man an insolent grin. "It goes well, thus far. But, the honeymoon is just over." "Never figured you'd ever take the plunge, to be blunt. Especially considering you're a man that kept a harem at one point in time." Steven Crowley cackled. "It does seem...
The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before being relocated t...
Sinderella was the eighteen year old daughter of an English widower and his pride and joy. A few years after his wife's death, he had remarried a rather mean, aggressive woman named Christine. She had two spoiled daughters, Victoria and Abigail who were a couple of years older than Sinderella, but not nearly as beautiful or sweet natured. Unfortunately, aft...
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...
My name is Amy Jensen. My friends call me A.J. for short. This is my tale of raunchy fun in the big city. I'm a six-foot-two, busty and big-bottomed, sassy red-haired White woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am an Officer with the Community Police Department. I work traffic duty. Basically I'm handing out tickets to everyone who g...
I decided that my husband David needed to spend the night in the spare bedroom. I locked the bedroom door and when he tried to open it, he got the message. I took off my bikini and lay on my bed slowly caressing my body, dreaming of Randy's dark skin, his tattoos, those muscles of his, and that magnificent dick of his. I wanted it in me and more so I wanted...
We are in a taxi. I am snug and warm beside you. On this occasion, I am wearing a long black hooded cloak. That's all - just a long black cloak. I'm sure this means that a nice surprise is awaiting me. I'm leaning against you, resting my head on your lap, feeling your wonderful fur coat soft against my skin. The taxi driver is used to our evening excursi...
Scotland, 1557 on the road between Perth and Whithorn A persistent mist had given way to cloudy stillness. Lise had dropped back in the line of riders until she rode just before the hired guardsmen who brought up the rear of their party. They were traversing a lightly wooded hillside on the way to Sterling, which, for the most part, required them to ride i...
Don't read this if you're under 18. I decided to move the 5th part of the 'Diana' saga into the Lesbian section, as no men appear in the story, although it is still BDSM oriented. It will, however, make more sense if you've read the other 4 parts. It's all fantasy. I was established now as Helen Barrington's principal slave, and my place in her household w...
Author's Note: Thank you so much for everyone's patience and encouraging words. It has really helped me to keep writing so I can bring you more of these two! This is the second chapter to this story, I highly suggest reading the first so some parts can make more sense. I do also have a third chapter planned but I hope you enjoy this until then. Please feel...