In another day, Miriam Dowling would either be immortal or she would be dead. The provisions had run out this morning. She'd already sent back her guides a week ago; their job was only to take her to the mountain pass described on the ancient map she'd bought. After a week of threading her way through icy ravines and down rocky defiles, in the freezing cold...
"Let me pass! The High Lord will hear me, I tell you, let me pass!" Magdalyn stirred sleepily, only vaguely aware of the commotion coming from the private dining room downstairs. Beside her, Nictolanus threw the covers off and the bed curtains open, blinking owlishly at the bright light streaming through the windows. He had slept much later than he had inte...
The forest was humming with the sound of thousands of insects. I held my trousers up to my waist while wading in the brook and felt the cool water flow around my thighs. I looked east down the stream, and saw golden morning light steal across the mountain. I stood there looking down the wide boulder covered stream banks at the orange orb of sun rising above...
Prelude This is story will make much more sense if you read chapters 1 and 2 first. However, if you don't have time, this is the story so far: Alex handled a project for the Sultan and was invited to the Sultan's palace to discuss more work, where he enjoyed several of the Sultan's dancing girls (Ch. 1). He's now on his way back a second time to sort out a...
Night has fallen in the desert. Inside a luxurious tent hung with rich drapes and strewn with thick, intricately woven carpets a man relaxes nude on low silk cushions. He sips thick, sweet Turkish coffee from a tiny cup on a silver tray that gleams in lantern light. He is a powerful man – a leader of his people, accustomed to deciding the fates of hundreds...
"There are three to review today, Your Grace," Raquel said. The King stopped in his tracks in the corridor. "Three?" he questioned, "I believe that's a record." He continued onward in the grey stone hall that connected his private chambers to a back staircase reserved for himself and other members of the royal family. "Yes, Your Grace," Raquel said, "The c...
The Secret Memoirs of Elizabeth Bartlett Chapter I. I have lived a life of strange and fascinating adventure, of violent contrasts between abject subjugation and sublime command, of both the greatest pains and the greatest pleasures imaginable in the life of woman. But these pleasures were those unspeakable to society, those carnal pleasures, those deep, d...
She had always been very rough with him, the big woman, but this morning was exceptional, and different. She had come home late from her usual soiree with other local mistresses and had whipped him mercilessly for no apparent reason; she had woken him during the early hours several times, tormented him and had her arse licked while she applied her dildo or h...
So I have to keep a journal of my "Adventures" at Harem University. My Written Pornetry professor insisted that it would help with his class if we could describe the way we felt so we could accurately describe the experience in our fictional works, or use the experience for our essays. Honestly, I just think the old man is a pervert who wants to collect smut...
Sheik Fouad was looking down at the parade for the 10th Emirate Day celebrations. Although it was still before noon the sun was blasting down on the assembled crowd. From the shaded balcony of the governmental building he scanned the stand on the other side of the street. When would the messenger come and bring the would-be assassin his bomb? His secret po...