Das Grafenpaar und der Rittmeister erhoben sich, der Graf ordnete an, Lore abzunehmen und auf die Krankenstation zu bringen, damit man dort ihre Verletzungen behandeln könne. Lore fiel wie ein Stein zu Boden und musste von den beiden Pferdeknechten getragen werden. Graf, Gräfin und Rittmeister begaben sich zum Herrschaftshaus. Der Graf führte den Rittmeiste...
Note: This story is a transgender erotic romance involving a dominant male and a shy, but very dirty, submissive t-girl. It's relatively long, it's a slow burner, and it's emotionally involved. It's told from the t-girl perspective. It is not a quick jerk-off story; however, if you're willing to embark on the journey, it gets filthy towards the end. If you'...
Adara Hussein had arrived in London only days earlier, a Syrian refugee she was given asylum as her husband Mohammed, and her three children had been given asylum in Germany having fled from the civil-war, and the rise of Islamic State. Their family was split up on their way to refugee camps in northern- Kurdistan, Adara was torn apart from her family. Her h...
Blood was pooling in Nicholas' palm, slowly running in rivulets down his wrist and across the wooden tabletop. He sat in an excellent reproduction of a Louis XXI chair while the elegant period table was slowly stained crimson. Peter Styverson's lifeless body lay at his feet. His chest rendered open with a fist-sized hole just under the sternum, his heart dr...
Gretta and Hans had not seen one another in over two months and the tension in their conversations indicated that they both were frustrated being apart when talking on the phone. Hans was scheduled to land around midnight so he drifted off to sleep on the plane so he would have enough energy to hold his precious love. Gretta was always busy with the young on...
For a moment she stood in the centre of the room and looked around quietly. It was strange, returning to her old apartment, after her life took such an unexpected turn. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, she stepped reverently across the room, the floorboards creaking under her shoes. Eliza let her fingers run across the few pieces of furniture that had...
Chapter 1: The noise and the heat in Berlin Airport pressed all around me, and I slumped listlessly in my uncomfortable chair. The zipper of my leather jacket dug into my side. I knew my hair was a mess, and last night's eyeliner perfectly complimented my raging hangover. For someone studying health, I thought, I'm doing a wretched job taking care of myself...
Many thanks to my editor, theMasterBaiter, for their keen eye and insightful feedback. ***** Chapter 1 "Italy?" Mi had burst through the door, dropped his bag on one of the kitchen chairs, and was now holding up two printed train tickets, his eyes twinkling. Boyish impulsiveness wasn't the first thing you would expect from someone whose face reverted...
Her friend Kat from uni had found herself the perfect summer job. She had to house-sit some castle in Romania and take care of the guided tours for English or German tourists there. When she had offered Emma to come stay with her for a week the dead-poor 19 year old student had jumped to the occasion. Budget flights were less than 50 euro and the local trans...
I am charging toward a climax when I hear the front door open and my parents' voices in the foyer below. They've come home from the reception at State early. I have Claire on my bed, her long, sleek legs spread, and my pelvis insinuated between them. Our foreheads are plastered together, our eyes intensely staring into each other's. Her mouth is slack, emit...