The steady ring of hammer on iron and the forge's flare under each pump of the bellows was normally a comforting sound, the resonant beat of hard work and satisfaction. That day, however, Hafred was anything but satisfied with his place in life. Apprenticed to Smith Garn, the youth was blessed with a strong arm, the promise of steady income, and a profession...
Towards the end of January, Peter returned to his workshop with Jennifer on his arm. Joe noticed the change in Jennifer and the ring on her finger. Smiling broadly, he bellowed his welcome for all to hear. "So here's the blushing bride-to-be! I'm very pleased for the two of you." Dragging Jennifer from the office, he took her into the workshop where he sp...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY ------------------------------------------ You can help a beautiful, sexy witch out of the shit, you can get your handmaidens to wash her clean in a bath of magic love potion, but there's always some prick of a king who wants the first fuck . . . ------------------------------------------ Some of the palace...
"This has got to be the sickest stunt us Delts have ever pulled," Phoebe whispered. "Poor Colleen." "Shh," Brooke said. She watched Colleen through the gauzy curtain surrounding the bed. "I mean it," Phoebe said. "I could puke. How can she stay so cool?" "Because she's Colleen," Brooke snapped sotto voce. "She's our president and she's got Delta Sigma Eps...
This story is partly auto-biographical, I'll leave it up to you to work our which is fact and which is fiction. * I don't know if the brain of every male of the species Homo sapiens works as mine does but if it does then the species will die out within several generations. The mating urge in my brain is strong, it would need to be given the number of time...
This morning, Robbie stood at attention, his penis now in severe pain, pushing, pushing desperately against the unforgiving metal of the Thimble as he gazed down into Karin’s heaving breasts as she knelt, tapping the Thimble tip with a French talon. “You were supposed to clean this thing, Robbie.” Karin looked at the tip of the Thimble. She got very close,...
Once upon a time, far, far away in the Carlethe Forest lived a woodcutter's daughter named Catherine. Catherine was a raven-haired beauty of nineteen, with light brown eyes that seemed to danced like sprites on mirrored waters whenever she laughed. Being a hardworking and kind young woman, she planted a small garden with vegetables that she would give to t...
Isabel lay unconscious on the church floor. The mighty slut, so sure of herself, so imposing to the men she enoyed, her inflated ego at times maniacal, now lay in a naked heap, one soiled, sticky thigh pressed into a footleg of the altar. The men she had turned into whore-mongers were long-gone. She was crumpled flesh, a slab of exhausted fuck meat. Her cun...
Diana and her sister Jordan have lived together for the last two years, as soon as they were both old enough to afford their own place. It was not that they had a problem living with their parents, no their parents have always been a lively energetic couple that are young at heart, keen to encourage and support their daughters' interests. It's been the disco...
A twist on one of Grimm's Fairy Tales. It was an absolutely beautiful day. The King's Daughter let her horse have its head and raced across the daisy-strewn meadow, laughing at the butterflies that fluttered in their wake. She was nineteen and her heart was light and free, much like the breeze that lifted her straw-gold hair and danced across her freckled...