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....
The silence of this winter evening was interrupted by the sound of gravel crunching under his boots as Markus St. Vincent, Earl of Warwick, made his way to the castle. When he entered the kitchen door, his valet knew that his master was in a foul mood. “Why Tyler is demanding my presence at this particular gathering is beyond me,” Markus exclaims. “I’ve at...
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...
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...
I was where I was trained to be, between a beautiful woman’s spread legs, pleasuring her most sacred place. Caressing Lady Irene’s clean-shaven mound softly with my hands, I opened her outer lips to grant me access to her puffy, glistening inner sanctum. I wanted to taste her, but held back a little longer to prolong her pleasure by heightening her desire. W...
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...
© 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...
Life had been very kind to me. I had been born into a family with some social status and a modest income, I had been well educated by my father, and I had been blessed with a reasonably pleasant face and a sound, healthy physique. Moreover, I had experienced certain titillating events in my childhood that many men older than my current eighteen years would b...
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...
Janet and Mike sat chatting quietly with Jim while they waited for Sara to return. Both of them were starting to get comfortable with being exposed by the brief costumes they wore. Jim used the time to tell them more about the Institute program. "When are we going to have a chance to …uhm, consummate our marriage?" Mike was still not quite ready to speak as...