Chapter Eight Chelsea awakes a very different woman. Chelsea woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright in her bed. She was back in her room at Sir Douglas's house and she had been woken by the memory of what had happened the night before. She felt quite sore on her bottom and thighs, many of those attending the party had been quite rough in the handling o...
"That smell, fresh tanned leather and sweat. You girls have perfumed my establishment with the scent of a whorehouse. Thank God!" In the Desert it rarely rains, but when it does, you can see it coming for hours. Keeng glared at the darkening sky off in the distance. He slowly withdrew his watch from its nook in his waistcoat, glanced at it and noted that it...
It has been an unusually quiet evening. Peaceful. The only sound is that of the leaves softly whispering in the gentle breeze. Outside the world is cloaked in an almost impenetrable darkness. Glistening snow covers the frozen earth like a thick blanket. Perhaps tonight will be the night. The thought comes unbidden and I silently scold myself for it; getting...
REMINDER- I write long stories; some parts don't have naughty bits, but the parts that do will make more sense if you read the non-naughty bits, too. Also, I usually prefer the text to stand alone, but I'm cheating this time-- Zamok is Russian for "castle", dyevushka means "young lady", & Troitsa is pronounced troy-EETS-sah, with a long, sexy, rolling R....
Author's Note: I did not invent the Warhammer 40,000 universe, nor many of the concepts contained within. All elements of Warhammer 40,000 beyond the characters and explicit setting of this story (the Hive Bosporus and a few mentioned planets) are the creation of Games Workshop. This first part is setting up the romance and adventure - the second part will...
Prince Stathis leaned against the kitchen's stone wall beside a window and watched the royal chef's assistants prepare the day's harvest of raspberries into jam with mild envy. The entire kitchen seemed filled with the sweet scent of boiling fruit and the bubble of voices calling for ingredients. Every so often, the royal chef would poke his head into the wo...
CHAPTER 7 In which our heroines set sail on the Cerulea and encounter the Barbary pirates A few days later our time at Oakleigh Hall was at an end and we returned home accompanied once again by Lady Oakleigh and Miss Burnley. The summer passed and still no word came from my father. We amused ourselves by trying to spy on our guardian and our governess but...
Chapter Three: Thelma Rottenbutski Like all 'Paines', Reele's aunt Thelma was provided a magnificent penthouse somewhere in the upper levels of the manor. It wasn't the very top, because she was an adopted family member and the youngest Paines. But in Mr. Badd's eyes, she'd always been as important as Bigg. She's a crude swinish woman, who looked like a st...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
Introduction - Author's notes about "The Wanderings of Amy" and other erotic discipline fiction The "Wanderings of Amy" was my first effort to write fiction of any sort. I had prior experience writing works of non-fiction, journalism, and academic research. However, I had always wanted to write fiction and have had ideas for a couple of political novels for...