Life had been pretty good for me. My mother, Aunt Constance and I lived in a quite country town in a big old house. My father had deserted us when I was very young, so young that I don't remember him being around, but he had provided well for us, so it was a happy, comfortable upbringing, although a little boring at times. There was some occasional tension...
The meeting at the rendezvous point went according to Jacqueline's plan. Constance remained aboard the Falcon, with a skeleton crew, as the longboats carrying the captain, her first mate, and an armed contingent of pirates escorted Lady Beatrice ashore. Marie, too, stayed behind. They used the spyglass to witness the exchange. Beatrice, her bruises bearing...
Constance woke the next morning to the discomfort of something digging into her shoulder. She rolled, blinked, and sat up. A necklace was on the bed. She had lain on it in the night, and impressed its shape into her arm. The necklace was an inexpensive thing, a silver chain with a pendant of a flower in painted enamel. Not just any flower, either, but a da...
Hi folks, sorry for the lack of a story last week. I'm very appreciative of all of you who emailed me to offer suggestions on my ongoing editor search. As of yet I'm still looking, so this story is probably going to be full of punctuation and grammar errors. That was a warning, please take it into consideration. Anyway, a reader suggested this piece almost a...
We came home from the movie and sent Tanya's babysitter on her way. It was still too early to go to bed. Melinda suggested that I go and get any e-mail that had come in, especially if it was from Susan. Melinda had started to share with me her "girl talk" from her friend in Hong Kong, especially since Susan began an affair with a white guy. Melinda said that...
Constance woke with a start, jerking herself upright in bed. Full morning sunlight bathed the room in a yellow light, filtered through the shifting light of trees. Outside, she could hear birds calling. She shuddered at the memory of last night. She remembered Whitham's triumphant expression as he took her; his sure thrusts, his muscles, his male organ. Oh...
Sherry had fully expected to be the belle of the ball. It was her due. As head cheerleader, captain of the dance team and as salutatorian she was used to being the center of attention. Sherry had made sure that her choice of dress would do nothing but continue the tradition. She was therefore slightly taken aback when she realized that most of the boys were...
Note: In Chapters One and Two, Nightingale Synge, 50, sacrificed her nursing career in hopes of restoring virility to young Gregory Wilson wounded in the Great War. A woman of keen sensuality and frequent masturbation, but still a virgin, she has found her objectivity under siege by her strong attraction to the scarred but very handsome young captain. Her te...
The tanned man, no, my new master, looked down from his book at me and spoke "Good." He said, "Now that you're rested, and we still have some time before dinner is ready, why don't you tell me about yourself?" I squirmed a little bit in my seat on the bed as he stared at me. "Well?" He said. What was there to say? That until a few days ago, I had fully ex...
Constance dozed fitfully throughout the afternoon, troubled by dreams—about her brother abducting a defenceless young lady, until she awoke with a start, as the servants, the wizened butler and a stout maid, brought an old copper tub, and filled it. She rose from the bed. Her head ached, and her skin felt stretched and drawn over her face. The tub with its...