This story is a work of historical fiction and set in the Viking period of time and is another rewrite of my own story. I have re-edited it and added a few things here and there. Enjoy! Pink Sky Jager was sick of the rain that never seemed to stop weeping from the clouds. He was soaked to the bone. The air smelled strongly of salt and nothing else as one d...
When I opened my eyes the next morning, Beth and I were still alone, and I crossed the landing to look in on Sarah. She stirred as I opened the door, a warm smile on her face. "Mm, I slept really well." Her expression became knowing, curious. "You two?" "Mm, really well, after a while." Sarah nodded. "I'm glad." She stretched, then reluctantly pulled the...
This is a shorter sequel to chapter 2, but chapter 3 is coming soon and builds on this, though I'll be changing up the format a little. ***** "Sit." She tells me. I obey. With my eyes closed she guides me a little by the arm, the dining chair under me is pretty uncomfortable to sit on naked, but I guess I'm her cushion for a bit. She straddles my lap, ta...
"My god, I can't get over her ass. I have dreams of that perfect ass. Seriously." Rob Wienie and Henry Pecker were sharing a pitcher of beer at Hattie McRabbit's, a popular bar near campus, and naturally Rob was staring at the barkeep Rosie. He wore a moony look on his freckled face and a steely erection in his pants that he tried to adjust surreptitiously....
Sarah didn't remember much after that. The release of a months, pent up, frustration meant that she had been unable to prevent her eyes from falling shut in the heavy night air. After a short period, she had been dimly aware of being awoken and half led, half carried, back to Luke's flat. This journey had passed for her in a blissful trance until she once ag...
She decided to skip the first door. Too many would have stopped. Not the second door either. Maybe her nerves were getting the best of her. She shifted to the right side of the hallway, slinking across the red carpet. A woman dressed in head-to-toe leather skirted past on the left. The woman wore a black mask, shaped in the face of a deer, with golden antler...
CHAPTER 1 - Effy's new pet. The owl swooped over the moors, the moon shining brightly, reflecting off the granite tor and highlighting the ragged crevices worn into the rock by the harsh relentless wind. The owl ignored it, focusing on it's search for food. A large farmhouse and outbuildings loomed in the distance, a silhouette against the dark sky, the s...
Playfully His Ch. 02: Never Again Note: The events in this series are based on real experiences, which have been somewhat condensed and altered to allow for presentation as a story. There it is. The belt. I look at it, and hesitate to touch it. On the back of his bathroom door, hanging by its buckle from a hook, off by itself from the array of other belts...
All three girls were panting hard, catching breath. Bright red cheeks. Sweat on their brows. Delighted, devilish smiles on two faces. The face of panic then orgasm then a harsh smacking evolving a tired confusion on the third. Miss Lena stepped back; Miss Tatiana looked with devilish desire on the once Maitresse. Bound on the pillow her restraints pulling h...
There was a knock at my door. I looked at my watch. 11 o'clock. I wasn't expecting anyone. The postman had already been. I stood up from the computer desk in my home office and headed downstairs to the front door. My elderly neighbour, Di, stood there with a hopeful smile on her face. "Hello, Di," I said lightly. "What can I do for you?" "Oh, I'm really s...