The Château "The Promised Land always lies on the other side of a wilderness." — Havelock Ellis, The Dance of Life From the window in the tower I could see out over all of the estate. Surrounding the big house were manicured lawns dotted with tidily trimmed shrubs and bordered by dense woodland. A gravel driveway circled in front of the porch before veer...
I could feel warmth of bodies next to mine. One large hand rubbing comforting circles on my back and another smoothing over my thigh. The fresh scent of a spring breeze drifted over me swirling my own slightly floral scent with the musky amber incense smell that felt like home and family. Teeth began to nibble at the back of my neck and they were moving towa...
This story deals with themes of coercion and reluctance against a background of female domination. If you think you might be offended please try a different story. Missing the Signs Chapter 1 It was Friday night and the bar was buzzing. The last deal of the day had yielded ten grand straight profit and life was sweet. The only downer was the fact tha...
Counseling; Chapter 4, an erotic tale by AchtungNight. Celebs: Erika Christensen, Marisol Nichols. Codes: FF, toys, romance, violence. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. It is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are fictionalized. All celebrities in...
When not on duty on a Sunday Margaret Pardoe sometimes found herself at a loose end, and that particular Sunday she'd used up what enthusiasm she had for her embroidery project in the morning and had to settle for a stroll in the garden after lunch. Emma was on duty, but that didn't prevent Margaret from being watchful of the school rules or for taking reme...
OK. I got a message from a reader complaining that I was always doing Burn the Bitch stories and never a Burn the Bastard story. I actually did a Burn the Bastard, but it was the guy's daughter that burned him, so they put it the Incest category, even though I submitted it for Loving Wives.. For those interested, read Burning Doug. The reality is that Burnin...
I don't think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor. The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you...
This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigations. Please find some time to review the first phases of her story. The delay of nearly a year cannot be excused but I hope the many readers will enjoy the re-start of Sara's adventure. Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. The story covers the changes that Sara...
The 27th of April, 2014. That was the Sunday I first saw her and I thought, wow! My first words to her was "Whadup shawty", and as she turned around to look at me, I noticed her responsive smile that shed a light into my heart. Church was the location, and foreign she didn't seem to be, as she was pretty well known by most, except me! Curiosity hit me, so we...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Unable to let her go, love at first sight and lost, Robert remembers Emma. As if he was being sentenced to death, about to be executed, and the man standing before him was his executioner, Robert stared through the priest as if he was the Grim Reaper. "If anyone objects to this marriage, let them sp...