“If I might advise you, Miss Carstairs-Browne, I don’t think you should be alone in Carstairs Manor. I mean, a great rambling place with not even a servant left.” “I know Mr.Roberts,” I said, smiling, “and I know the story that is told about the curse, but you see, I don’t believe in old curses.” I was talking to Mr.Roberts, the agent who managed Carstairs...
In the mid October sun, a willowy young woman, in her early twenties by appearance, heaved fruitlessly on a worn bronze door handle. The lock, a 1970s replacement, had yielded with suspicious ease but the door, as old and daunting as the Victorian Manor it was attached too, was stuck. Heavy with warn away carvings that may have once displays divine and mythi...
Isabella walked down the corridor towards her room. Her head hung low upon her chest, shoulders slumped, and her feet throbbing in her shoes. Master Paul had added extra duties to her list of chores in preparation for a party that he was having in celebration of the summer solstice. She had awakened before the sun had risen, bringing light to the dismal hall...
This is the fifth instalment of Carole's exploits at Chilcott Manor, an English country house which has been turned into a club in which the members indulge in a wide range of sexual activities. You will enjoy the story more if you read the preceding four chapters first. In Chapter 4, Carole discovered that her husband, Peter, had been a member of the Mano...
Laurie and Jean walked together through the orchards, hand in hand. "The manor is as lovely as you described it Laurie." Jean said scanning back to the house. There was peace here, and everything seemed to flood with light and life. She noted the oddity of the three candles out here in the orchard, but Laurie had barely noticed their existence. Laurie smi...
Just for the clarification. This is a translation of Thormgravis story into English. This is done with his knowledge and I wanted to bring his nice story into another language. Before we start, I would like to clarify three things that are very important to me. First: She is many things - adventurer, grave robber, treasure hunter, heroine, savior of mankind,...
The wheels on Lara’s Jaguar convertible squealed as it powered through a tight curve in the road. The warm English air rushing past her ears with a howl and down either side of the road, the tall trees melted into a blurry green wall as the car continued to roar through the streets. “Jax? What’s going on where are you now?” she shouted at her dashboard, her...
The days passed slowly. While her bones knitted, Shandi had plenty of time to think and Rob took it upon herself to fill Shandi's time with knowledge. Every morning, with the arrival of half-coddled eggs and tepid coffee, Rob strode into the room, flung the heavy drapes open and let the healing sunlight cascade into the room. She'd give Shandi a quick kiss...
"HELLO!?" Amy barely hears her own knocking over the lashing downpour. The lights blinking in the window of the old, odd-looking estate had been the only possible reprise in sight. She had walked stubbornly for miles, convinced that the next town was far closer than it had proved to be, before stumbling across a huge wrought-iron gate amidst the th...
Author's note: This story has a pretty long build up before it gets to the actual sex. It's more of an exploration of an erotic fantasy universe in which I've been daydreaming and scribbling. If you just want a quick fix, the sex starts a little less than halfway through. *** "Go fetch me a whore for the evening, would you my dear? I'm coming over a bit ra...