Ch.9 : Charlerion's Pleasure (Part 1) The city of Cromilil grew again. Charlerion loved to see it growing. The knowledge that he and his Kingdom were making it better than it had been before its conquest, satisfied him immensely. Workers built new and bigger buildings where there had been damaged or destroyed buildings. They carved Imperial symbols of the...
His Exalted Majesty sat back on his throne. The familiar scent of leather rose around him, and his attention turned to the girl, and the flogger. He felt the pile of the fur draped across the armrest running between his fingers. It was a lion he had killed with his bare hands as a boy. He was always aroused by the pelt of a kill. Across his throne room, a...
Bashasha lowered her head quietly and waited for the great Sheik to speak. She had been summoned before him and prayed to Allah that neither she, her girls nor anyone under her command had angered him. “Praise be to Allah, great Sheik. I am yours to command.” She spoke, head lowered waiting for the young man’s reply. Mohammed watched the older woman in a c...
I love to please my wife. Her happiness is my happiness. Whatever she wants I try to give her because I'm always the one who reaps the rewards. To see her writhing in her own orgasm is the greatest pleasure I know. So when she wants to play, we play. She is the center of my world during the day and at night, she is my goddess fuck doll. And so it goes. Not...
Joan's story – narrated by Dr. Jessamine Buller. Editor's note: By the time this story was put together by the various participants, Joan Agass had retired to South Africa after the death of her beloved mother. It was impractical to go to East London, and she did not feel up to the effort of writing her story herself, so she suggested that we should ask her...
When her stepmother entered through the cottage door bearing the news, Cinderella was sitting exactly where she always did. And that was in front of the blazing log fire, the ash and cinders dappling her deathly pale skin; naked as always, as clothes were a vanity wasted on one who never ventured beyond the kitchen hearth, the stack of logs and the coal scut...
The next few days were heady for Mona. That she was to be a crowned concubine was a great honor. Technically it would not change her status. Legally she was still chattel. However The public declaration of King Peter's love meant that she would be given greater honor and esteem by Peter's court and the public at large. Peter scheduled the ceremony for a wee...
Chapter 7: Charlerion's Concubine (Part 1) The hotel which King Charlerion had occupied reminded her of Guthelm's. The new Palace was one of the leading hostelries of the city, picked by the leaders of the new occupation. There were carvings of figures of men and women in poses of enjoyment and relaxation, semi and fully naked, all over the frontage. They w...
NOTE: All characters in this story, like all characters in all of my stories and works, are 18+ * Nefertiti, queen of the Amazons, lounged upon her side in her throne room. She inclined her head upwards, and one of her well-trained concubines obliged her unspoken request, feeding her a lush, succulent grape. She mewled appreciatively at the taste. The quee...
Wen put her bronze badge in her blouse, the cord looped over her brooch. She put away her thin shawl and picked up a wider one, a gray one, that could protect her from any unlucky chills. Then she made sure her maids had their shawls. They were just about to head out the main entrance of the Sweet Carrot Palace when suddenly two eunuchs arrived. One of the...