In Yorkshire. England. In the summer of 2014. Emma's first time. It was Emma's 18th Birthday. The sun shone in a clear blue sky. Birds sang. Not a breath of wind. The heat was stifling, especially as we don't usually get hot days here in Yorkshire. There was a big marquee on the manor lawn. The rock band were doing sound checks. I was in a foul mood. I b...
This is a work of fiction and any similarity between events depicted and those recently reported in the press is entirely coincidental. "Harry, do you love me?" Rhoda asked suddenly, completely spoiling my mood. "No," I replied, as I pulled out of her, with my tool sort of shrinking and oozing slime into the condom without me actually cumming. "Why not...
An idyllic afternoon in the Carribean. Slavers by A Broadsword The warm breeze barely made the flag flutter on classic 36 foot yacht the "Empress." as she swung at anchor fifty yards or so off the quayside of the only town on a tiny Carribean Island while two vacationing university students, blonde haired blue eyed Lynnie and dark haired brown eyed Jo lay...
"And you are absolutely sure?" I queried as Rev Peasbody assured me that the young woman in his care was still pure. "Indeed My Lord," he affirmed, "And of age sir, five guineas sir I believe is the agreed fee." "I don't doubt your word for a moment sir but how can you be sure?" I asked. "Regular inspections My Lord," he assured me, "It would be unseemly...
The year is 1851 and I am in the lounge when mother walks in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "When are you going to settle down and marry Geoffrey?" Mother asked for what must have been the hundredth time. "When I'm good and ready," I replied. "Only Rupert has two lovely little boys already," she reminded me...
All characters are over 18. "Ola, hello, welcome to club 18 -22, I am Miguel and I am your pimp for the week," the sun bronzed Spaniard announced as he walked into the girl's room. Sandra laughed drunkenly and said, "Oh right, Pimp eh, maybe your English isn't too brilliant?" "Pimp, he said Sand!" Irene replied equally drunkenly, "Because if he's our...
Lady May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled black silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her exertions. Her long blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette. "Carson!" she cried, "My cigarettes!" Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertai...
I carefully descended the stone steps to the cellar, I unlocked the heavy oak dungeon door with a heavy heart and paused to admire her one last time, she knew something was wrong immediately, I suppose it was intuition. She peered through the bars of her metal cage, a five foot cube with inch and a quarter bars at three inch spacing, she was naked apart fro...
"The Prince is coming!" Gertie called, "The Prince is coming!" "What?" Cinders asked of her step sister as she she raked out the fourteenth fireplace that morning, "Coming to Saddleworth?" "Yes coming to Saddleworth," Gertie said, "He's coming to open our new Town Hall" "Oh!" said Cinders. "He'll be coming up our road our Cinders," said her step sister A...
The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path,...