“M’Lady Elaine, it’s time to leave if we’re to make Barkley Hall by nightfall. The coachman is tending to the horses and will be ready to leave in an hour.” The young woman stirred, then stretched and slowly opened her eyes. “Oh, Millie, why must one wake before the cocks when traveling? This straw tic is hard as a board, and it seems as if I fell asleep o...
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Thank you to my two favorite editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my story a much better read. * Chapter 1 There are many men out there; they are all sizes and shapes, tall, short, heavy, trim. Some have a full head of hair while others are nearly bald. Women have a tendency to look at the young, good-looking ones with a body with six-pack abs and...
Clarification: In British public houses and hotels, it's usually standard procedure to place towels over the beer pumps to signify that the bar isn't open for the business of serving alcohol; especially when the general public has access to the bar area for other reasons. * "See, told you. I'll bet she is!" I heard Millie exclaim to Billie when they met u...
Hanna Paxon was born into, and grew up in, a household where money and love were in abundance. Despite her parents' wealth they gave their three children, Hanna being the youngest and the only girl, all the love that a child could want. Although they did not want for material possessions, the children were not spoiled. They were respectful toward adults, kin...
Have you ever met someone and felt an instant connection? An unspoken bond? I have, it happened when I was 6 yrs old. My name is Alan Anderson. I am the youngest of four children that grew up in a loving home with working class parents. We lived in a fairly small Midwestern town. Not tiny but not large either. We knew most everyone in town at least by sigh...
As was customary the prepositors came for her early on the day that she came of age; for it was ordained that one who had not been sired by a man was holy and consecrated to the service of the gods - if male to become a priest, if female to serve as a vestal - and that they should remain celibate all their years. Peaceably Cali bade farewell to her mother...
The end is coming. I tried so hard to prevent it. Seriously. A lot of people say that but I'm not most people. In fact, I'm not like anything you've ever seen. My name is Azor. I am a Super Vampire. Not just any Vampire. One of the Guardians of the World. We were the Masters of the Night. The lordly Vampires that ordinary Vampires feared. A long time ago, th...
In an attempt to explore other genres. This story could be placed under BDSM, however, it is mostly nonhuman. All of the actions and events are strictly figments of my overactive imagination. There is no intent to offend anyone. If you are offended. I apologize in advance. All characters are above the age of consent. Thanks Andi for editing. Hope you all...
All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18. This story, which starts slowly, contains descriptions of violence including detailed descriptions of rape. Constructive criticism is always welcome. +++++++++++++++++++ Marie was doing her best not to be a "bridezilla". She wanted to have a beautiful wedding, of course, but knew that...