As I lay naked under my covers I curl up into as tight of ball as I can get myself into. My mind doesn't know where to take me. There is a battle raging within me, as I fall into a fitful slumber. As I hope to wake refreshed and begin with a new outlook on life. Through my closed eyes I can see the bright sunlight shining down upon me. Sometime during the n...
Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory that had occurred three years before the aquarium incident, so she was thinking back to when she was thirty-four and lecturing in McGill University in late October. She was discussing two passages in Moby-Dick. "'In Chapter 35, 'The Mast-Head', Herman Melville writes of how we can be lulled into an opium-like, l...
It is around 9:30 when we got Don to bed and we are in the master bedroom. My favorite gook just finished putting on the black collar tag reading "Alpha Bitch". Same waist chain that my new young gook had on, to finish off her is black spiked thigh high boots (every heel in the shoe collection is 6 inches or higher.) Next, we hear the door open so first I h...
Mia was new to the household. She had quickly become acquainted with the protocols and procedures of the household but having quickly been whisked to the top of the house to serve the Prince, for she was to be the new "gem" the Prince meant to keep hidden, she had not had the fortune or be it misfortune to experience the seedier side of the household inner w...
In her heart of hearts, Goodwife Jane had to admit that she'd never approved of the maidservant's looks or behavior. Fiona, a distant cousin of Jane's, had come over from Ireland fleeing some unspecified disgrace. From the moment Jane laid eyes on Fiona's silky, fiery red hair, her milk-white skin sprinkled with the lightest of freckles and the sassy way she...
I stood there, naked on the molding concrete, with all of the other men. The room was cold, as everything was around here, and I could feel my body shaking. In the dim luminescence, I looked around, noticing the other men shiver, a sick dance to the silence. I think that was the worst part of the place. The silence was a surrender of ourselves, but we had no...
If Great Authors Wrote Porn #05 Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many scholarly theses have been written on the subject of Shakespearean bawdry. The Bard of Avon was no prude and sprinkled rude jokes through his plays for the edification of the audience in the pit. However, the majority of them are obscure to the modern reader because of c...
My dad had passed on six months earlier and left me a little over five grand and his 1968 BMW R1000 motorcycle. He'd loved this bike, more than my mother and me. That was obvious. He left us when I was eight, moved to LA to open a repair shop and to live in an area where he could "ride my bloody bike year round." Year round wasn't in Chicago where he'd ended...
"Sweet Persephone," he murmurs in my ear. His cock is hard and presses between my cheeks through layers of cotton and wool. "I cannot wait. I must have you now." My priorities are different, but I can multitask. "As you wish, Professor," I say, parting my legs and lifting my skirt. I bend over, leaning on the table with the translations in front of me. His...
Thanks to blackrandi for the invitation to the Wine and Old Lace event. Historical pieces can be pretty challenging and I've tried to do this one justice. Thanks to MsCherylTerra, stev2244 and norafares for the beta reads and editing. This would be unreadable without all of them. There are others who prefer not to be named; you know who you are, and you know...