Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age. ***** Dearest Emily, You must be quite frantic! You all must be, as would I if our positions were reversed. I wish I could reassure you somehow, that I am alive and well, at least for now, though what tomorrow will bring I know not. I know not...
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 9 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...
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 11 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 t...
In which Miss N. makes a request, and is overwhelmed by the answer (mf) Night had fallen, and the lass yet remained behind her closed cabin door. When she had fled below, Liam had instinctually hurried after her, but had stopped short in the companionway, restraining his urgent desire to take her in his arms again. His body was breathless with elation - he...
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 10 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 t...
From the broken French and gestures Kaukesha and I exchanged, I understood she and Oconowoc – her brother – were keepers of the cabin. For some reason, they believed that the Great Spirit would return from his abandonment of their tribe once his wife was in the cabin once more. Apparently, the great spirit was the one who gifted their tribe with good huntin...
When winter fell into spring in the year 1137, I was in Bordeaux—an unwilling ward of the Archbishop while my father went on pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Bordeaux was a thoroughly unimpressive metropolis. My sister Petronilla—two years younger than me at sixteen—and I spent our days in languorous confinement in the Archbishop's chambers, reading, si...
Jessica knocked and quickly opened the front door. She called out, “Chrissy! Is anyone home? It’s your mother. Hey kids, it’s your grandmother. Is anyone home?” Chrissy was upstairs but heard her mother call out. She came downstairs and said, “Mom, what a surprise! I was just going to call you because I need to talk to you. Come on in and I’ll get u...
My darling lover, Kate and I had been playing erotically since dawn. I had taken my dearest wife's 'TLC coffee,' as she describes my coffee; her special coffee, and I was now sitting astride her statuesque bounteous body with my prick in my hand as I whacked my fisted hand that gripped my large 'British Standard of Excellence' vein-lined meat off. Whilst I w...
Now. I stand under the needling hot spray until the water starts to cool, and shut it off, and push the wide glass door open to release billows of steam. Drip and splash across the wide marble floor and wipe a clear circle on the mirror with a thick white towel. Behind me the sun is trying, and failing, to pierce the overcast. Not likely in February. We're h...