The Lady Juliana was a demure young woman of but eighteen summers from a good Hampshire family. The light of her respectable family's life was she so it was a dreadful thing then when she was found to be with child. How much worse it was when Her Ladyship spoke of how she had been ravished during several nights in her chamber by what seemed to be half man an...
Note: All people are of age in this story, and I got this idea from a Manga, see my previous stories for the Authors name. ***** John was lying comfortable in bed. He hadn't quite woken up yet, but the morning light shining through the window had started to rouse him from slumber. He was having a pleasant dream of being in a massage parlor. Finely John...
This flashback is part of a larger story, and tells of an incident which shaped Becky, a character in "The Chess Bet." I would love any feedback, and am always open to suggestions. More flashbacks can be found on my profile. ***** In her first year of freedom from the confines of convent school, 18-year-old Becky was initially sure she would flounder witho...
We picked up our luggage from the bike on our way out and headed towards the mountain road, following Antonia's directions. The sun was already sinking low as we were driving uphill, along a small winding road through the Alps. I became nervous driving like this, because any obstacle in our way would mean the end of our journey, as there was no way of naviga...
Milyn looked around the room hopelessly. There was no way out that she could see. The door was sturdy and locked, and there were no windows. The only piece of furniture in the room was the simple stool she was seated on. Folding her hands together in supplication, she knelt on the hard stone floor, bowing her head in prayer. Only the One God could save her n...
Author's Note: This takes place after chapter 11 and is an alternate route of what could've happened. This gets insane, I'd recommend checking the tags. ***** Something surrounded all her senses. It squished against her skin, covering nearly every inch in a plushness few pillows could compare to, while clouding her sinuses in a sweet haze. She opened her e...
Sister Claire was a dedicated nun – or so she thought. She had given herself entirely to the demands of her order for over four years. With her colleagues, the Order of the Mount, Claire had given everything she could to the service of her God and to helping the poor and those who had "lost" their connection to God. Claire loved being a nun. Aged thirty, sh...
Dear Reader, thank you so much for reading this story. It has taken nearly a year of my writing life to get the whole thing finished. This is Chapter 3 of 14 chapters and the total is over 250,000 words. It is my Dirk Diggler/Jack Horner act of hubris: my attempt to write an erotic adventure story that pulls you in with a story you want to read, even when th...
Scene from the Marquis "Have you ever read any porn stories?" I ask, looking mischievously for a shocked reaction. Breakfast has arrived from the liveried room service waiter, and we're all sitting around the little meal table in our virginal white robes, nibbling on croissants and sipping coffee. Jacqueline clears her throat. "No," she says with wry gri...
The next Sunday two tennis balls materialized in the Astarte Nunnery basilica, and a female body grew out of each. One of them had black hair and eight E-cup breasts, the other blonde hair and just two breasts (of the same cup). They bowed down before the (naked) people who were waiting for them -- the nuns, Jane and John - and introduced themselves. The...