I want to thank Final Stand for his madness and Pintapau for his editing. All mistakes are mine. ***** I wake with both a splitting headache and the rushing desire to piss. You know, the desire that is so strong your stomach hurts. The headache is so bad that I'm strongly considering pissing on myself as a viable option; instead I push the leather blanket...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age. In the Middle Ages, as now, the development of sexual maturity depends largely upon diet. One can imagine poor people in the Middle Ages did not have abundant food and therefore matured a little later. Chapter one, in which Alexander obtains Julie, a poor farm girl Alexander, a proud...
The Jousting Tournament was well underway on the unusually sunny spring day in the north of England, not too far from the fluctuating Scottish border. Oftentimes in previous years, raiders from either side would cross into the other's territory, stealing cattle, sheep, horses, crops or anything else that could be moved away quickly. Even the border itself mo...
"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown." TS Eliot "…Prufrock" Part I: The Book of the Grotesque When we arrived at the airport I found the sunlight that bathed the terminal halls claustrophobic. I put on my sunglasses and sought a dark bar in which Sel...
There were already half through one of the worst years since they had been married. It was like one set back after another for George and Gloria, first after trying to get pregnant since their honeymoon, this year she had two miscarriages. The Doctor claimed her husband had not only a low sperm count, what few he had been too weak to keep her with child. T...
I don't know why, I thought since it was Halloween that it would be the one night I could be assured that I could find myself lost in the shadows. With all those out and about I would not be noticed, that it would be safe to assume I would be a faceless individual in the crowd. Little did I know that was not to be the case. My fetish is cross-dressing, to b...
Ros's story Why I was called Rosamund, I'll never know! Perhaps something to do with my mother's passion for horses, or my father's fondness for Schubert! Nothing to do with roses - I could never be compared to a rose! I was brought up during the second world war and was regarded as something of a tomboy. I was into athletics and keep fit, and all that sor...
One From the other room, I listened to the sound of water running in the shower and heard little more than that. Just the irregular beat of water striking the tile, indicating there was someone in there getting clean. Otherwise, silence. I took it as a good sign. Usually when my pets were in the shower together there was a lot of giggling and splashing, i...
Yes she was there right in the middle of the sunny afternoon to attend to the crucial match of her newly owned soccer team, the Red Blue Strings. Right at the center of the small Vip area she was a stunning presence. The delicately pale neck and face protruding from her expensive white fur coat, designer wraparound oversized sunglasses covering her eyes,...
The next morning I awoke feeling thoroughly refreshed and satisfied. I stretched luxuriously in my bed as images from the previous evening replayed in my mind; Tina's distended asshole being stretched wide by Mike's monstrous black cock, Amanda dressed as a schoolgirl being spanked hard by James as she lay helplessly strapped to the spanking bench, and Ella...