Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, sat low on her horse as it sped through the wilderness. She always made sure she picked mounts that were sure-footed in thick woodland because she very rarely took main roads. As a thief she spent half her time quickly escaping a target and she didn't want to make her journey on paths that might mean she was ea...
Charleston, South Carolina April 1830 Sunset along the riverside Battery found the candle street lamps slowly lighting and decent people finding comfort in their home. Sunset also found a young woman barely shy of her twentieth year standing along the iron railings watching the sunset reflect over the crystal waves of the Ashley River. She stood looking ou...
A carriage was traveling from Wrightshire to the desolate wastelands. The lush forest road would soon change into an arid desert. It was a place no one would ever willfully go. Yet the Wasteland held precious minerals and jewels in the rocks. Prisoners toiled in the hot sun uncovering jewel encrusted rocks from the earth. Giant carrion birds hovered in the s...
Lady Jane Claremore was traveling in her carriage when she saw him; he was young, in his early twenties perhaps and obviously from a poor family. Begging on the street corner, his head was still held high and proud - which of course meant that he wasn't doing very well - and he did have quite a lot of muscle on him. Admiring his form and the splendid feature...
Chapter Two Let events Begin As the carriage arrives, you have the white horses, and a large carriage attach to it. I take your hand and we walk to the carriage. I hold your hand and let you lift yourself into the carriage and you pull back the curtain, and surprising you there is soft carpet, soft lighting, a full table, and a nice meal for us to share. A...
Once Upon A Time: An Epic Love Story Chapter 1 Once upon a time, during the time when city-states dotted the landscape of what later became known as Italy, there was a love story. This was not your typical love story, but an epic love story. Not where the hero and heroine fell in love without a cause, but one where they fought and struggled to maintain the...
I sat down heavily in my seat; I hated these days when I had to travel to the capital. Early start waiting on the station in the frosty morning, train usually late. Then a full day of meetings, idiots spouting forth their latest ideas, so called leaders vomiting out the latest management speak making no sense. Then this, the late evening train back home. I a...
The next morning Nilok was dressed in white knee-length leggings and nothing else but his collar and leash. After they had eaten the girls hitched a horse from a stable block at the end of the garden to their small open carriage from the side of the house. They then joined the steady stream of carriages and pedestrians on the road to the Market Square. Nilok...
The carriage clattered down the cobbled street. Clarisse hung on grimly to the overhead straps. She had only just escaped. Papa had blustered away to the revolutionary guard as only papa could, giving her time to escape through the back door. Phillipe, their groom, had had the carriage ready, and their flight to Calais had begun. She was only eighteen, an a...
I should have known the first time he coerced my legs open and masturbated my clit until I came, while the exorbitantly-tipped waitstaff of the restaurant remained oblivious to his libidinous activities amid the smells and sounds of upscale dining. After I came, he told me to sit with my legs open wide during the remainder of the entire meal. Our table faced...