This story is just a little fantasy, written in first-person, male POV. While I have fondled my husband in a grocery store, we have never played this game. SandraMustard 2014 ***** My wife, Debbie, and I headed for the grocery store. We often shopped together and messed around like teenagers even though we've been married for more than twenty years. We h...
Night fell upon the caravan, and while some stood guard, most slept uneasily and with weapons near. The full moon's soft illumination of the encampment was eerily beautiful. The breathing of the exhausted horses and the various noises of the nighttime forest seemed peaceful, but somehow the quiet was more disturbing than a column of barbarians. Outside his...
"She will come?" "Of course. Her curiosity will bring her to us." Lady Marie looked at him. "Relax, my dear. Do not spook her with your eagerness." "Of course not. I will be patient, as always." Paulette turned the invitation over. An invitation to the estate, to the ball that night. The invitation included a beautiful gown, matching shoes, jewelry, and a...
I worked for Lord Algernon Cuthbert Gordon Gower, the Lord of Harrisfield a few miles from Huddersfield in Yorkshire. The Aristocrat was a debauch who lived on his estate with his wife Lady Constance. Their 350 year old 400 acre estate was the envy of the town but what went on inside was all night orgies. The Lord had only one thing on his mind – how to get...
Chapter 1 A long time ago when the nobility ruled the world, the rivalries and alliances of nations were manifested in the quarrels and unions of the royal families, and vice versa. All too often, the union of nations occurred faster that the union of hearts. We enter this story a month's eve of the noble lady Isana's wedding day. The lady had been betrot...
Only the hand he instinctively brought up to hold the blade from his throat kept his head upon his shoulders as the beast moved, desperate to pull him off of the mewling girl and take his place. Balor gasped as the blade bit into his palm, the darkness of its evil trying to pollute his soul. With a backwards butt of his head, he slammed into the beast's groi...
[b]Ch. 1: Hanna Discovers White Bananas[/b] Hanna knew that I was a ghost writer and she wanted someone to write the story of how she met her new husband in 1983. She came to my place to tell me her story and then let me write it for her. Hanna speaks broken English and talks very quickly. With her limited English, she is very eloquent and colourful in her...
Hapsley Hall was a veritable maze of plush lounges, sitting rooms and bedrooms. They were decorated to suit various necessary tastes; those in the deeper recesses of the house were more boudoir like, and it was to one of these he was to be taken. Just having a naked male on a leash in the comfort of her home gave Lady Barbara a deeply erotic thrill. She had...
Sorry it took so long for me to finish editing this. I am trying to get these out faster but I'd rather that they make sense rather than have them out quick. Some of the stuff I write and then read back later really makes no sense at all. I think it has something to do with being tired. Anyway, enjoy! * * * * Chapter Four Cassianna lifted her hand, wa...
Author's Note: If you've not read the first part of K's Violin you might want to check it out before reading what follows . There is a narrator, a voyeur, who interjects his aroused commentary randomly as the story unfolds. That text is in italics (I hope). --- Good to have you back! I enjoy the company sitting here at the window of my imagination watching...