Sarah was diligently working one of the slot machines when Richard entered the Casa Blanca Resort Casino and Hotel. He'd spotted her at one of the rows of slots near the registration desk and watched her as he registered and was issued his room keys and paid the clerk. A nicely designed sign pointed to the elevators and restaurants. "What are the eating est...
Mel smiled to herself. She had the place to herself: Em, her flatmate, was off at work, and wouldn't be home until her normal hour, and her boyfriend, Andrew, had spent last night at his own home, and was out of town for the day. However, they, and Em's other half, were all expecting to eat at Mel and Em's that evening, and Mel, as normal, was in charge of c...
Ashley sat at the window watching the two gardeners tending her mother's prize winning roses. The sun was high in the sky as they toiled removing weeds. The younger one, Nathaniel, stood and removed his hat. This is what Miss Ashley had been waiting for. He lifted his overshirt attempting to remove it. His undergarment lifted with it giving the seated voyeur...
Four Onward ever onward I got the fire going and the preparations for supper started. Miriamni as usual tended the horses. Rash had taken a short walk in the gathering gloom, to the turn down the mountain at the other end of the pass. In my mind I had decided to turn back and was saddened that this should be my last night. I wanted to frigg Rash, not Miria...
Offering You sat on the soft cushion of the window seat – the one that was built into the great bay window of your bedroom. You were trembling and you didn't know why. The moonlight poured in those tall bay windows – the windows that overlooked the frozen garden below – and it flowed over the deep sills behind the built-in window seats. The light gently il...
As I walked towards the coffee shop, I felt the breeze blowing up my short, flimsy skirt, feeling pert, all alert. It felt good on my naked pussy. It was my kind duty to spread myself around as much as possible. And when I say spread, I mean it literally. I did that by flashing my little triangular hair pie to all those men who struck my fancy on a fine summ...
This dating is the shits. My name is Susan and I'm 42 years old. I am a grandmother and I am in better shape than most women I know in their thirties. I have a treadmill to keep in shape and swim three times a week. The rest of the time I am working. He dropped me off and like a gentleman walked me to the door, a peck on the cheek and he was gone. I smile...
We enter the room together. It is a quiet cozy room, with plush carpets on the floor and oriental rugs hanging from the walls providing subdued and muted colors that lent themselves to the erotic nature of the room. The light was from a countless number of candles that seemed to be everywhere providing a feeling of shadow throughout but not foreboding just o...
Dear Reader, thank you so much for reading this story. It has taken nearly a year of my writing life to get the whole thing finished. This is Chapter 6 of 14 chapters and the total is over 250,000 words. It is my Dirk Diggler/Jack Horner act of hubris: my attempt to write an erotic adventure story that pulls you in with a story you want to read, even when th...
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...