Hildegard Biller Stories

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A Case of Female Hysteria Pt. 04

by ladythisbe on Apr 24, 2018
Letters & Transcripts

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * The missing brooch has brought back a storm of conflicting memories both agreeable and displeasing. Cousin Simon had nefariously gifted the emerald brooch to me as a gesture of his affection. The fact that it belonged to his his mother at the time is of little consequence. Aunt Matild...

The Sisters of Ecstasy Pt. 01

by joygush on May 12, 2020
BDSM

On the Descent of the Catholic Church into Corruption, Degradation, and Sin: A Cautionary Tale Fraulein Susanne von Rauschenberg was admitted as a novice to the Abbey of Saint Hildegard in the southeast corner of the duchy of Brandenburg in October of 1523. She had told her father that she had been called to the monastic life by God himself. The honorable H...

Brett and Camilla Prologue

by KyaraMiller on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Camilla ran her hand nervously through her long blond hair, while Margaret Francis looked through Camilla's file. "I'm impressed as usual," Mrs. Francis said, looking up to smile warmly at Camilla. "Your grades are impressive. You might graduate at top of your class." "But?" Camilla asked, dropping her hands to her lap. "I think you should have a more we...

An Erotic Evening with My Husband

by Traci Spencer on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It is a cold, winters Friday night. My parents have decided to take the kids for the weekend to bake Christmas cookies and other fattening good stuff you eat during the winter months. My husband John is physician's assistant and I am a medical biller. We met on the job 5 years ago. Unfortunately, word got around of our dating and I was let go. I did find a j...

A Quiet Dinner in Buttermilk Falls

by justincbenedict on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Bagshaw smiled as he saw Angus and Dulceana Smorthwaite entering the PainCafe. As Headwaiter of the PainCafe, Bagshaw enjoyed the look of recognition from steady customers. Bagshaw had begun bussing tables at the PainCafe at age nineteen, just after having been expelled from The Seventh Avenue Orphanage and Foundling Home, where he'd spent his formative...

We'll Always Have Paris Ch. 03

by WifeWatchman on Dec 17, 2018
Novels and Novellas

This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Stories after Ethical Dilemmas are: We'll Always Have Paris. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremel...

Oktoberfest Sex-Geschichte

by cbsummers on Sep 12, 2017
First Time

Notes: Hi! Welcome to my submission for the 2012 Halloween story contest. This story began as a flashback in a much longer novel about a haunted house full of nymphomaniac ghosts. I may finish that novel someday, but for now, I wanted to expand on one of my favorite sex scenes from it. Sex-geschicthe (or sexegeschichte) is the German phrase for 'sex story'...

The Spear of Flame

by Moondrift on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

"I was at prayer when the Divine came unto me. I felt him press against my britch and I cried out, 'O Lord, I am thine.' Then I felt a spear of flame penetrate my depths and I cried out again, 'Oh God I surrender unto you, take me and use me all my days.' I lay, yielding myself, body, soul and spirit unto Him as flares of coloured fire consumed my being and...

Shy Indian Wife Ch. 01

by ClosetSkeleton on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

Note: This story is slow build-up and it is about an innocent shy wife crossing boundaries of erotica and taboo each day in her life and how the husband & wife reflect upon these transition and changes in their life. It will get hot as it progresses. ***** Hi, I am Sid, short for Sidharth Sharma, my real name. I am from India. This story is about me...

Red Riding Hood

by gauchecritic on Sep 12, 2017
Humor & Satire

In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves whic...