This is a bit of a departure from my normal stories. This is based on the true story of Sir Jean de Carrouges and Sir Jacques le Gris as depicted in Eric Jager's 2004 book The Last Duel. His is a work of non-fiction. I've tried to create a fictional story that honors his work and the historical events it portrays while adding my own spin and some eroticism t...
Beneath the unending circle of the white harvest moon, a ring of highland sandstone sentinels stand guard over a platform of sacrifice. Crystal stars cut through the sky like a swath of iridescence that shines down upon the land with a cold, unearthly light. The chilled air of autumn whistles through the fields of grass, the sea sweeping across the dry land...
(This is a newly written story which I intend to share elsewhere. I hope you enjoy it.) *** Lady Ann Heathcote-Gibson reached for the cafetière and poured herself another cup of freshly ground Colombian. Apart from a G & T in the evening before dinner, it was the one little indulgence she allowed herself. Breakfasting in the drawing room of Welford Ferry M...
Kevin Fraser slipped down from the black's back as the woman toppled backward. He reached out to her, before she swooned, but he didn't grab her in time, and she struck her head on the small rock that she was now resting on. Walking toward her, he watched her. She was garbed strangely. Blue leggings that seemed to hold her legs tightly and a white tunic with...
In the beginning was Man and Woman, and they both lived in the Garden of Eden. But what really happened was never accurately documented as thus: It was the eight day after Creation. God summoned his two most perfect creations that morning. Adam and Eve stood before the Lord naked, looking up at him in awe. God said to Adam and Eve, his lovely red-haired wi...
I apologise, dear readers, for the last sexless story. I was truly preoccupied with the affairs that beset and plague me in this wretched world, and interrupted as I was by these affairs, I did not get much chance to do justice to the chronicles of our hero. I am happy to inform you, however, that that sorry state of affairs is now a thing of the past, and w...
The Throne was ancient. Just how old it was, was beyond memory, even racial memory. It was of a dark wood bound on both sides by iron and bolted together by glass nuts and bolts. The right hand side was straight and level, while the left arched up over the seat back at a forty-five degree angle. A rust colored fur pelt lay draped over the center and on it s...
"Well its obvious isn't it? You don't love father anymore," Kasey Morgan screeched at her mother before as flying past her brother Jeffery who wore a puzzled expression as he entered the sitting room suffering from a hangover. His light brown eyes noted emotions that were passionately displayed on his sibling's face, hurt and anger. She disappeared down the...
Entirely unexpected by me a further story about her life in Garak has arrived from Princess Moonflower and here it is. Giandomenico has asked me, Moonflower, to tell something of my domestic life with my beloved Theo. It is now four years since we married and since he first took me and brought me under the happy mastery of his magnificent cock. Our days hav...
***So, ... off to Japan. Not to a part that he'd ever really heard of, but one goes where the money is, after all. Valdemar learns first hand what Cor had been talking about regarding becoming known and trusted. In case you need to read it, the characters and placenames in this are fictional. 0_0 ---------------------------- When autumn came, they set o...