Rosemund turned her head from brushing her raven-black hair its required strokes and gazed into the mirror of her dressing bureau. She looked at the reflection of the palmed hands where her bodice would normally be and stifled a moan. He held each nipple between a thumb and index finger and was applying rhythmic pressure. She enjoyed the feel of it immensely...
Sara and I were sitting by a boarding gate at Miami International, waiting for our flight to St. George. We traveled between the States and St. George a great deal and had become friendly with many of the flight crews who worked this run. However, the flight attendant who picked up the PA microphone this morning was new to us. She was a pert blonde with a wi...
This story could also have been placed in the "Reluctance, Non-Consent" category. If you don't like that type of story, don't read on. _____________________ "You always seem so content with your marriage, Liam," one of my business partners and friends said to me as we were driving to a ball game. "I guess because I really am, Mike," I replied. "Plus, onc...
The carriage rocked from side to side while William de Mort gazed out of the open window. His eyes fixed on a castle that dominated the lush green valley. The castle's tall rectangular keep sat secure behind a stone ring of imposing fortifications. Still, the young Baron felt unimpressed and slammed the shutter closed. "To think I inherited this... No wonder...
Chapter 1 "How much longer will we have to wait, Claire?" Claire Chamberlain looked at her sister, then glanced around the table in the back of the occult bookstore which she and Sybil ran in Des Moines. "We will wait as long as we have to wait, Sybil," she replied. "We have waited sixteen years, what is another few weeks or months?" "But the power, Aunt...
Chapter 1: The Golden Girl Every year as the first chill of Autumn began to bite into Summer's soft, ripe heat, the Duc de Charenton threw an immense fete for himself and those he favoured. The Duc had a reputation for eccentricity, even for cruelty, but only those who attended knew the extent of it. His invited guests witnessed all manner of extravagant di...
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person or institution is coincidental and unintentional. This is a sequel to my previous story "Welcome to St. George" and reading that story will help put this story in context. _________________________________________________________________ There had been changes on our island. The most devas...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Unfortunately, this chapter is very late and I apologise for that. While I will continue to get chapters out as fast as possible, please excuse any future tardiness. I hope can forgive me and that you continue to enjoy this series of the Tables. Thank you once again to Kate for being my second set of eyes. Enjoy! ~ellie. *****...
"We should get a Jester." Smokesnort was certainly enjoying the noble life, sitting in a comfy seat, flipping through a sales catalogue of Noble type things. "Oh, a moat! We should definitely get one of these. They are so fashionable these days." He nodded assuredly, circling the moat, which was on sale for a really great value considering today's rapidly es...
(based on the Gorean Fiction of John Norman) It was an unusual night in Schendi. It was raining, but that was not the unusual thing. As a pure matter of fact, it rained most days in the sub-equatorial city than it did not. The same was true of the nights. Even the seasons were marked by the rains. In the cooler season it rained a great deal. In the hotter...