I need only look around my room to set the sadness burning in my chest once more. The walls of my chambers are bare, and the closet stands open and devoid of clothing. Everything I own is neatly packed away somewhere in the house, in preparation of tomorrow's journey. The only remaining articles are the bedclothes and the gown I am to wear in the morning. It...
This story is a spin-off of Costs of Forbidden Fruit Chap. 3 in the Loving Wives Section. It also mentions parts of the other three chapters. Therefore, it is advisable to read all four chapters. Chapter five of Costs of Forbidden Fruit, the concluding chapter, is in the works and should be posted soon. Leaving their final divorce settlement conference, R...
After a morning of preparation - a morning in which she was exhausted from the day before and yet had hardly slept - the wedding had finally arrived. Tetenia had been half expecting His Supremacy to call it off somehow, to take her into concubinage, but there was - as yet - no sign of that. Tetenia and her father, King Ulsan, arrived at the traditional temp...
In the eighties, in Russia, there was no honeymoon trips for "Just married" couples. Or at least, they were just starting to become usual. "Svàdebnoe puteshèvstvie", this was he Russian term. My man would have liked to go home with me for a while, to Florence, but he could not leave his work place for a long period, and not even I could get a passport and a...
Chapter One: A New Master She was a lovely thing, blonde hair so pale it was like silver, eyes so black they seemed endless voids of rage and resentment. Her skin was white as alabaster. She was a statue of a goddess brought to life. Jahir was pleased. "Where did you find her?" he asked of the slave merchant. "She was sold to me by another trader," the...
Chapter 21 The Baron was home. It was late in the evening when he walked into the house with the beautiful woman that had accompanied him on his trip. She was a concubine, a professional woman of pleasure named Laticia. She was not like the sexy young bimbo fuck machines the Baron had always taken with him before, but an elegant mature woman that knew how t...
People think angels are these fairy creatures with fluffy white wings and kind smiling faces. Some believe that they're even genderless devoid of lust; desire was a foreign human concept to them. But the opposite is true. Humans were made in the image of angels. Angels are perhaps more messed up than humans. An angel's emotions run deep. Deeper than humans....
Firelight and incense, gleaming gold and blood red silks, her feet made no sound on the thick carpet that ran down the middle of the temple. A word others might avoid, but she didn't this was a temple of lust. She was nude save the delicate lacy looking gold bands on her wrists and ankles, marking her as already assigned. Any might look and indeed she was fa...
I am the first wife, lover and concubine of a man who is married to four other women and the fictitious articles that will follow are both my fantasies and my experiences. We met at Princeton in a comparative religion class. He swept me off my feet with his bedroom eyes, his chiseled chin, and poetry that would send chills and tingles throughout my body. Hi...
It had been a feast after famine after the ball. Nights and days, fresh green grass leafed out on arid deserts, spring flowers blossomed on naked branches of trees, festal fireworks lit up starless night skies. He gave her orgasm after orgasm, satiated her long accumulated need, made her start every day with pink cheeks and that wonderful energy that radiate...