This story is a fantasy I just had and like to share with you. As the story isn't finished yet, I would love to hear your comments, advice and additions to the story. Please contact me at the address in my profile. If you've enjoyed this story, please write me too - then I might write more! * Synopsis: Norway 1940: A female civilian seduces a military le...
Helena was exhausted. The ache in her body could be felt in every inch of skin, every unmoved muscle and rattled bone. Her head ached constantly and she fitted in and out of consciousness. The blow to her head had been minor but in combination with her vision, little food and water she was left weak. The rider seemed tireless. At first she had tried to spea...
Please read the previous chapters before wading into this one. I welcome and appreciate all comments, critiques and/or emails; but especially constructive ones. ******************** Chapter Seven "I supposed it would be best just to say what I need to Zach," Kathleen said. "You saved me from the Comancheros and I've become very fond of you since you ca...
Good Morning. Human inns are much quieter without all the fornication you know. Let's get breakfast as I tell you my another story. You know how Theophilos, the human kid murdered the old Monsterlord, Maou, twice? I was there before he went away, he was addressing some monstergirls who wanted to record what he said. All gaunt, clad in most crude manner,...
As I slipped the Landrover into first gear and indicated to leave the station carpark I looked across to watch the figure of my employer, Lord Ralph Boddington Smythe, disappear inside the station building. I smiled to myself at my fortune, only three weeks ago I was a stable hand, an assistant to the stable manager, now I was holding the managers’ position...
C – You asked me to tell you what I remembered of our first time together. I tell you now that every time is like that first time. When I look at you, whether you are bathing our children or wiping a smudge of dirt from your cheek with the back of your hand, I can feel myself falling in love with you anew. So I will instead tell you what I felt and thought...
"I don't know how you could have gotten us into this." Carol says as we make our way through the resort towards the main entrance. "How was I supposed to know that the walls are made of paper, and everyone walking by could hear what we were doing?" I snap back. "Besides, you weren't exactly protesting my actions when you were slipping from one orgasm to ano...
Dawn rose over the convent and Catherine was late to rise but this morning, no one took notice. There was much to do, work to be done. Catherine slipped on her plain cotton shift and tied an apron around her chest and waist. She swept back her long silky locks of hair into a quick bun and gathered up her chore basket. Tuesdays were always the same at the con...
And they're off. The race caller was of course referring to the unmistakable sound of the 23 horses exploding out of the gates at Flemington for the Melbourne Cup and not to my underpants which had just been removed with some urgency. But he could well have been... It was a perfect day and you could be forgiven for feeling that Melbourne might just be the...
We had only moved into the house 4 years before, and had barely got to know the strange couple four houses down, although everyone else in the street was friendly. The house which was rather run down was lived in by an elderly man and his daughter, a slim but frumpy looking spinster in her early forties who looked after her frail father, and had apparently l...