Chapter 3 Seventeen years earlier... "No, she isn't!" five-year-old Corec said to his half-brothers. "Yes, she is," Toman insisted. "Your mother's buried in the crypt. Father's just never taken you down there because you're too little." Corec couldn't remember his mother, but there was a portrait in the sitting room with Father, Isa, and Mother all toget...
Hello again! I hope everyone is doing well during these troubling times. Just a very quick foreword: This is the second to last chapter of Sekhemkhet. It's unlikely that the next chapter will include any erotic scenes; it's just something to round out the story and give you a bit of closure. So, get your kicks while you can ;) As always, please leave a com...
(*Skip over if you don't care about the answers*Thanks guys and gals! So far it appears this story is the favorite out of my little group, I hope I can keep some of you interested all the way through the end but we'll see. Answer a couple of questions: Stefanos was explaining everything to Vi I suppose I should add more "he said" "she said". Secondly, Kat...
Note to readers: Thank you for your comments and suggestions. It is nice to see there is interest in my writing. To anyone who has been offended by my use of words such as "pussy" "cunt" or "cock", I humbly apologize, but what is a naughty girl to do?!? Just to clarify though, I am not attempting to write in historically accurate terms here. I write simply f...
Author's Note: This story is the fifth installment in my Wish Granted series. The proper order of these stories should be listed on my profile's biography section. If you start from here without reading the previous stories, you might end up confused and not knowing anything about many of the characters involved. Not only that, but the previous stories will...
This is a story of erotic fiction intended for an adult audience. It is set in the Victorian era of England. It starts slowly, setting the scene but does become deliciously decadent... * Jessica looked out the coach's window to the imposing mansion at the base of the long lane. She recalled with a smile her many teenage visits to Lord Redden's home. The ma...
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 is the second and final part of this story of love, revenge, swords and mo...
Copyright Oggbashan July 2015 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* I woke up with...
Tuesday, January 4, 1881 God save me from these post-Christmas doldrums! Everything gets so frightfully boring this time of year. Whereas one month ago all the great houses of London were festooned in their finest decorations and every night someone was only too eager to throw a soiree worthy of fond remembrance, now we are all adrift in a sea of ennui. The...
Whatever dramas may have arisen from time to time in life, Jeeves' grip on the morning saucer has always remained firm and unshaken. Whether conveying news of political friction in the Balkans or of irrupting aunts on the doorstep the man has always carried a beautiful cup of tea. So when I heard the ominous clink of crockery I knew the world's foundations w...