What a night, my little friend from across the street was having a rough start to her Saturday night. Seeing me on the front porch, Tracy walked over to my place for some solace. Even though I'm well into my thirties, we have been buddies since she was a precocious eight or nine-year-old when I moved in almost a decade ago. My first day, she was on my porch...
**I mention a couple of old books in this chapter. As much as I tend to go for facts, I'm playing a little fast and loose with the dates of their publication. An English translation of one of them might have been available in Europe at the time that this tale is set. It's anybody's guess whether a copy might have made its way to New Mexico by then to land in...
Chapter One "I should have brought a newspaper or a book or something." Nearly unpacked, having already survived her first class at the Savannah College of Art and Design in the old Barnard School building across the square, and feeling the itch to get back to her dolls, Ginny had eschewed the thought of fixing her own breakfast of burned toast and weak co...
This story is my first "historical fiction" submission. It's set in both Virginia and West Virginia just after the Civil War, which explains Silas and Franny's rough Southern accents. It's explicit, but it's also sweet, and that's what made me decide to submit it under "Romance." I hope you all enjoy it! ***** Culpeper, Virginia. August, 1868. Late aftern...
As this is a Valentine's Day contest entry, positive votes and comments are appreciated. This story is the result of a reader asking me to write in a specific category with just the barebones for character descriptions and a plot. I was given carte blanche with the rest and put my own twist on it. Thank you for helping me push my boundaries. Enjoy the burn...
**SATO** Ms. Sato had an unmistakable knock: three loud, sharp, evenly-spaced raps. Dr. Tanaka Kazuo, sat at his broad walnut desk, set his pen in its inkwell and gathered his papers with great aplomb, rustling them somewhat louder than was necessary and setting them to one side of his blotter. "Come in," he called. The door opened briskly - Ms. Sato tend...
I hope readers who have not followed this series will find this entertaining - but of course I recommend reading the backstory. Comments are much appreciated. * Our lives had been strange over the last year. Penny and I had gone from a very conservative and straightforward (although pleasant and satisfying) sex life through a period of swinging and swappi...
* On her eighteenth birthday, Rebecca daCastro's father buys her a very special present -- a slave-girl. Her very own slave-girl who will attend to her every need. Even better, it is one of her ex-school friends who has fallen on hard times. But will the two girls get on? This story is set just after my earlier story, 'Slaves of the Copper Coast' and includ...
I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement that they always give me. I also thank all of my friends, who write to encourage me to continue writing and posting these demented ravings of mine. Your emails are always greatly appreciated. And I must thank those of you who get a sneak preview n...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2016 Sexual Practices of Al-KharijahLittle Red Riding VeilThe Three Little PigsGolden-Hair and the Three BearsThe Last Days of Al-Kharijah Sexual Practices of Al-Kharijah I am Jazeera, granddaughter of Sheik Abdul Azziz bin Sultan bin Mofstaffa al Bedou, the absolute ruler of the kingdom of Al-Kharijah. It is the year of...