© SusanEngland January 04 – This story may not be quoted in whole or in part at any other site without the express permission of the author. The author would appreciate any comments on this work at her email address. I wrote this story in response to a Club ‘Valentine’s Day Competition.’ I cried the whole of the time I was writing. I hope that it is not to...
Taressi and Marquaise followed the page to their master’s chambers in silence, it had appeared obvious to them both that Count Tomas was needed by her majesty. They had retired from the hall to prepare his chamber for him. As they filtered through the darkly lit halls of the palace, the only noise was the footfalls of the page and occasional rustle of the di...
You wake up, in a lonely bed, at about midnight. Your father, King Elba, has stolen all the eligible women, yet again. Of course, it did seem like your mother, the beautiful Queen Laena , was interested in you, but Father made sure no woman would ever be in bed with you. The only woman you’ve ever been with was Rayne, the gorgeous elf who taught you the basi...
Kristy shifted her body under the covers as she quickly thumbed through the familiar pages of the girlie magazine she clutched in her hands, illuminated by the soft rays of her bedside lamp. She knew the contents of this magazine by heart for she’d had it hidden under her mattress for the past several months, stolen from her father’s nightstand stash. One da...
From Africa, Chapter One Northern Africa, circa 1949 ‘Olu makes the coffee too strong…’ ‘Well, if you’d been up earlier, you could have made it yourself, Love.’ I trudged into the kitchen, half-awake, trying to block the bright sun from my eyes. My father sat at the large wooden table, engaged in his customary morning ritual: reading newspapers from Lond...
Author’s Note: This story is written in expression of my passion for pirates. Ever since I was in high school, I have fantasized about a handsome rogue, back in the day, capturing me and whisking me off to his pirate ship to have his way with me again and again. I read numerous romance novels around pirates and more recently, have done some research on them...
Edited By English Rose * * * * * CHAPTER 1 THE PAST: RAT: TAT: TAT! A Thompson submachine gun administrated the punctuation of the roaring twenties. F Scott Fitzgerald named it the Jazz age. It was a time of excess. Tough guys wearing expensive tailored suits and diamond rings came to power by selling bootleg booze on the streets of Chicago and New York....
Readers of mine will recognize similarities to my other story Runt of the Litter. The set up is the same, clueless young man is let in on a family secret and then the fun begins, but in this one I wanted to dabble more with teratophilia and experiment with the storytelling options of having magic to play with. Beyond this you can expect my usual bullshit. Na...
An Indian Family Story Ch 3This went on for a few weeks. Ponni and Ramu were very happy. They fucked every night. Ramu felt guilty whenever he met Muthusamy. The thought that he was fucking his best friend’s wife without his knowledge made it more thrilling. Until one night! He was lying down after a hard fuck, and Ponni had gone to wash herself. When she ca...
April had a body that most porn stars would envy. She was short (just barely five feet) and large busted (40DD), with a narrow waist and just-so hips. She was classically Anglo-Saxon, with lilly-white skin, long red hair, and green eyes. She could have been a porn star, but her oil-business-father’s wealth made that essentially impossible. It wouldn’t be pro...