Lady Beatrice screamed at the first touch of Marie's tongue. She fought the men holding her with desperate but futile strength. The pirates whistled and clapped and urged Marie on, their excitement quickly becoming visible in the erections that strained at their breeches. Constance, frozen in place by the porthole, looked on in mingled embarrassment and ho...
Constance May was a full-figured lady of color. As a young girl she had attended church every Sunday and had then married a hard-working young man who attended her church. She was nineteen and she bore him a son and then a daughter. She grew up having faith in a divine creator, and that through the love of a husband and children she could live a good life an...
12th March 1867 Dear Miss Abercrombie, I beg your forgiveness for my being so bold as to contact you without our being formally introduced, but I feel driven to express my profound admiration for you. For some time I have observed you each Thursday alighting from your carriage at the address of Mistress Cranham's Music Academy, but fear it is above my sta...
Lord Cuthburt's ship was the Ricarda, a stately vessel that proudly flew the British flag and held a crew of fifty stout men as well as a few women – a cook, maidservants, the captain's wife. Most were having a night ashore, leaving the shop moored at the docks. In the cool darkness of the hour before sunrise, when the eastern horizon was touched with the...
She had a bed of her own, in a spacious lovely bedroom with drapes of gauze that fluttered like the softest wisps of clouds. She was alone in it, but by choice this time. No unkind chastity belt bit into her skin. Yet she had been wearied to the very bone and wanted only sleep. Her weeks of deprivation had culminated in the day's adventure. What had begun...
It was past midnight on Green Street, across from Biloxi Avenue. Down here the bars and mamas and papas's shops were still open, spewing out the nightshift customers. It wasn't the sort of friendly neighbourhood cops enjoyed patrolling. Thaddeus parked the car a block from the red brick apartment building where he'd found the actual John Elwood he soughed. E...
[More vanilla than most of my stories. A bit of a weakness of mine is posh people, especially women, talking dirty in a refined way. This is a bit of a Lady Chatterley's Lover rip-off that allows me to scratch that particular itch. Many thanks to rahatingt at Blue Moon for working on this with me.] ***** It all began because Lady Constance De Coverlet had...
The day was hot and calm, the sea like a mirror. Constance dozed on the narrow cot, her skin beaded with perspiration. A lethargy held sway on board the Ricarda. The crewmen were cross and out of sorts, uninterested in doing their work. The officers bickered among themselves. In the galley, Greta and Daisy were snapping irritably at one another as they went...
They were back in the city now. Constance felt glad seeing the bright city lights once again compared to the gloom they'd left behind. She brought her hand to her mouth as she gave a yawn. Her eyes were growing heavy with sleep and she didn't feel like making the long journey back to the mansion now. "Is it alright if I crash at your place tonight?" she ask...
A hushed eternity spun out as William deGranville, Jacqueline's weapons ready to end his life with a slash or a shot or the both at once, stared wide-eyed at the pirate woman. Her ultimatum hung in the air, and the crowd leaned forward expectantly, breaths held, to hear his reply. "Not that!" Constance shrieked, the words erupting from her. "No, Jacqueline...