The peculiar scent of hot sun on packed earth rose around them as they browsed the displays. The typical mixture of hand-made local crafts and cheap imported replicas filled the stands at the fair. Roni wandered slowly and looked over the wares, Jesse at her side. She saw his interest in the display of knives and swords imported from India and smiled to hers...
One thing we agreed on during our periods of rest and discussion was that sex among the eight of us had improved, and was continuing to improve, over time. The more we lost our inhibitions, the more ready we became to articulate personal needs or wishes. Once expressed, the more easily were they fulfilled. It was during this get-together, for example, that...
The Count D'Urberville's strumpets were as requested: a comely pair, scrubbed clean and unencumbered by any kind of underwear. He reclined on the shabby hotel's best furniture, did his best to ignore the drunken cacophony from the bar downstairs, and surveyed the naked rumps revealed by cheekily raised skirts. "You." He prodded one bare buttock with the col...
The delivery van pulled up the last, torturous stretch of road leading to the target property. It was a three-storey house, gabled, with hipped roofs, a cracked and mossy exterior, upper-floor windows smashed in and dark, and a balcony that appeared virtually on the brink of collapse. The van came to a halt, directly at the summit of the steep and rocky driv...
And so it was that on the 16th century of the great age, on the eleventh day of the month Ayres there rose a great commotion in the whorehouse of Madame Meringue. Jocasta, a fair whore, conversant in the arts seksual pleasure and specializing in using the mouth to bring gentlemen heavenly pleasure came running out of her pleasuring room emitting a scream riv...
I could tell she was nervous. It started out pretty innocently but after some drinks and conversation, it progressed rapidly. We had traveled back to her hometown of Krakow for vacation and had decided to go out for drinks after dinner before going back to the apartment we had rented. We were dressed for a night out; I was wearing a black button up shirt,...
Edited by the awesome NaokoSmith, to whom I am massively grateful. Chapter 2 – An exchange [of power] "I can't believe you took on a Templar with that toothpick of a fucking sword and then got your other toothpick sucked. The gods smile on you, you lucky bastard." Beren was laughing, although he disagreed with almost everything his Captain had done since...
"I have a confession to make, James." Helmut began smoothly, once the Cognac had been served and the servant had discreetly backed his way out of the room; the carved double doors closing with a muted but definite, click. "I had my reasons for asking you to dinner." He paused, looking at me with an amused twinkle in his eye. "You see, I most especially wan...
Chapter 1 What did we do before social media? How did we manage to get through the day without that endless stream of dirty jokes, funny photographs, gossip and links to dodgy websites that now fill our lives? Yeah, yeah, I can hear you grumble. Get on with it, I can hear you say. Well, dear reader, it was one of those links that started me down the road to...
*Author's note- This is mine, do not steal. This is chapter 6 of the series, if you haven't read the others I suggest you go do so. This contains flashes of non consent and murder, I do not condone, nor should you go out and do it. The symbols later on are satanic, the A with the circle around it represents animal/human sacrifices it, it can also stand for a...