Foxy didn't need a guide to help her find what she was looking for. The painful cries of a woman giving birth would have been easy enough for a normal person to hear, even without her sensitive ears. Their owner had brought their papers but explained that he had left them in the servants quarters for the imminent birthing. Hannah had told her to take care of...
I had decided to travel back to Nova Scotia by car the following day and as I had a mountain of work lined up before heading out I called the front desk to arrange for Peter the cab driver to take Emma shopping. She was seriously in need of toiletries and personal items as well as clothes suited for travel. A rental company was able to bring a car to the ho...
Emma was so tired that she slept soundly thought the night. She woke at eight and stumbled into the shower. It was then that the memory of the night's events took hold of her. She hadn't – had she? She remembered signing, and her flesh turned cold in spite of the warm water raining down on her. Maybe it was just another trick, she thought desperately; one fi...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Sorry! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it is part of a collection of several short 'day in the life' journal style entries which have been linked together as each was too short to stand alone....
A million thanks to WorldHistoryBuff for editing the European Court chapters! * Emma was paralyzed with fear as she watched this woman smile at her revealing the white fangs that would surely end her life. She fleetingly wondered why she was still alive. Seeing the other vampires in action had proven their stealth and speed. This woman had grabbed her so...
Emma left the house shortly after, she was given a meagre cloak and roughly ushered from her room by a gruff old man with a huge, unsightly belly. People seemed to be everywhere, as though every man and woman who came to the great home had heard of her shame and had come to gloat. The looks on their faces told everything – they had heard all about her, per...
Please read part 1 first. ***** The next day was sunny and hot. The four of us took a long mountain bike ride through the surrounding hills. Mountain biking does not lend itself to conversations thus we did not discuss what happened the night before. On the way back to the motel, we spotted a thrift store. Jill insisted we stop in. She convinced Emma to g...
For a while, I really believed I fancied Emma. At least, I thought I liked her enough that I would want to date her. I'd lay awake at night, thinking of her and the way she giggled softly at my jokes, never seeming to appreciate them much or find them really funny. Nevertheless, humoring me and trying to please, just like she did with everyone else. I would...
Note- Another fictitious tale of celebrity that is far from true. xxx Emma Watson, along with most of the country, was happy and relieved when the hot and humid Summer of 2018 finally broke. The enchanting young actress had been restless and unable to sleep at night, and as a consequence had taken to walking outside in the street after midnight in a attem...
After some fantastic leather-clothed and booted sex, I was about to take the lovely Emma out for a pub supper at "The Stag in Rut" in Bodling. I had only met her earlier that day at the barber shop in Bodling, where she worked, when she had given me rather more than a haircut. We had quickly realised that we shared a number of fetishes, including boots, leat...