Chapter 1 Aunt Georgina The mesmerizing thud of horse's hooves turned brittle as the coach lurched off the public road and through the gated stone arch onto a broad gravel drive. Felicity Fanshawe, a comely maiden approaching her nineteenth birthday, unhooked the cabin sunshade and gazed through the window to catch the first view Walburn Hall, an elegant G...
Genre-buster, or genre-slave? You decide! * I've read them, you've read them. The genre. The visiting aunt who gives enemas to nieces and nephews. Aunt Amy, Aunt Betty, Aunt Carol, Aunt Clem (my favourite) and many others. It is a familiar theme, it seems, and most of them are well-written (I speak as an English major). Why is it the aunt though? It can...
Chapter II Childhood Dreams "Find me if you can," called Auntie Georgina running along the flower-choked path in the garden hidden behind the courtyard's ivied trellises. Felicity tried to catch her but she was too slow. Her dress was long and her legs shorter than Georgina's. She ran into the rose arbor humming with satisfied bees and looked around for he...
Gretel squeezed into another white girdle, hooked on her black stockings, and slid white panties up to cover her nest. After strapping on her bra, she wiggled into a tight black satin dress. Even in the dim bedroom light, the material glimmered seductively. She stepped into black patent leather pumps, two-and-a-half inches high instead of the stilts she'd w...
It was my Aunt's suggestion that, when I left home and got a job, I moved in with her. Although my job was a few miles from her house, I had my bike and the renting a flat in the city was not an option. Secretly I was delighted. Aunt Suzy was my mum's younger sister, jokingly described as an 'afterthought' or an 'accident'. Fifteen years younger than my mum...
Here I am. In my early 20s, a college student barely scraping by. I'd been nude modeling at a local art school for the last year when a private session turned out to be an interview for a very strange job. Basically, I've been hired by a wealthy family who lives in a mansion outside of town to "provide for her granddaughter" while she is home for the summer....
The ride was short, which was good. I was belted in, but I couldn't brace myself, and I didn't see the turns coming. so I rocked about a bit. It kept me pretty attentive to the fat plug stuffed in my ass. And every time it moved against my bladder, I got even more attentive. I was kegeling down a lot, and that just sucked the plug deeper into my ass, and mad...
Erik walks up to the front door of his home and pulls out his keys from his backpack. Unlocking the door and walking inside he takes a moment to stretch. Feeling relieved that finals are over and he isn't going back to school for a while he starts walking to the kitchen to grab a snack. Grabbing a protein bar and an apple he continues to his room, turns on h...
You go to sleep in your new apartment, you’re family had just moved out of you’re old neighborhood and you’d just graduated and gotten a job so moving out seemed logical, you begin to see some sort of entity before you. The entity is difficult to make out but you can clearly hear its booming voice as it speaks. “Hello John I am called by many names but for r...
How many times have you heard the Story, Blood-drinkers, Immortals, Lords, and Ladies of the Night, Counts and Princes, Castles and interviews, Dracula, Seline, Orlok..... Edward. (Lets Ignore that one for sanity's sake.) But with all of the Legend and Myth, it leaves one wondering if there is any truth to it all, anything remotely real? One thing that has,...