Queen Cambric Duvet Stories

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Jon & Meg - It Gets Darker

by pjd103 on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

Meg felt cold. It wasn't a lack of clothing or any turn in the weather, but she felt cold. Jonathan's hand was the only contact to the world that she felt she had left, the only warmth she could feel, that she knew for sure existed, was through his hand. The late autumn breeze blew up the passage in which they stood, blew round her, through her, up the black...

The Grand Tour Ch. 02

by Paul44 on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Chapter 2: Amiens My Dear Bartelby, 26 May 1727, Amiens Bart old man you can not imagine the boredom I have faced in this Godforsaken Frogville. I don't understand why foreigners have to speak some jabber jaw that means nothing, they should learn English like all right thinking gentlemen. At least I have a knack for languages and I can speak Frog tolerab...

Blood Temperature

by ALandRF on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Horror

It had happened late in the eighteenth century, in England, at an unexpectedly debauched bacchanale held at the behest of the Prince Regent. I was a poor younger cousin down from Scotland, almost on the shelf at nineteen, but pretty enough to catch the regent's eye, so pretty enough to be asked. After Scotland's restrictions, London was something to get drun...

Dearest Ch. 03

by LittlePinkRoseBush on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

Following the morning repast, I was granted a much-needed opportunity to relieve myself, then forced back into the same position on that appalling torture device which masqueraded as a chair. Surely, I had been subjected to many atrocious and unprovoked torments since my arrival at this mysterious abode, yet for some reason the feeling of being violated ther...

The Hardest Answer: Reconnecting

by cawastedyouth on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

The August morning of the Monday before school was blinding, and if it hadn't been for the mirrored sunglasses, Lauren would be squinting. Lauren braved running her bike over the small dirt piles left by the construction workers because they hadn't finished the soft-scape yet. She pulled up along side the bike racks and slowly put her battered sneaker to the...

Two Bites of the Apple

by BluebearyMuffin on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

She rolls over to snuggle deeper beneath the slick warmth of her duvet, sliding her arm around her pillow and feels a sharp prickle beneath her outstretched hand – her eyes fly open wide on the cloudy view outside and jerk to the bedside clock – late – late – Her squirms bring the small hairbrush into view and she stops, stares, and thinks – not a dream –...

Indonesian Muslim Stripper

by Samuelx on Nov 8, 2017
Interracial Love

"You can look, gentlemen, but you definitely can't touch," Soraya Bintang said to herself, as she checked her reflection in the mirror, in a quiet corner of the boudoir. All around her, the other women of all hues who worked at the club bantered, as they got ready, and she dutifully ignored them. Tonight's show had to go perfectly, otherwise Soraya was going...

Royal Pleasures Ch. 02

by Verkehrautor on Sep 15, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Royal Pleasures the Sequel Years passed. The King progressively lost interest in his enslaved bride. Liese had fulfilled every desire so thoroughly that for a time the King spent the majority of his days concocting more fantastical roles for her to play out. Failure to do so led to a dull, unsatisfying marriage. Liese tired of the monotony of the King. His...

To Be Frank Ch. 06

by Katie T on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

As ever, best to start from chapter one, but this works almost as well as a stand-alone story. Feedback (and favourable votes!) welcome. Vanessa and I finished dressing and did our make up. She was in her 'Morticia' outfit, all black, with totally over-the-top purple and black warpaint on her face, while I was in my green elf costume, a little blusher, ligh...

The Naughty Step

by Spencerfiction on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

"Alright sweethearts, one bedtime story, then it's bedibyes time," their grandmother insisted, as she tucked the youngest girls in immediately after supper, "and be quiet, darlings, your Mummy's sleeping." "Oh, Naaaan, I'm missing-" Grandmother tut-tutted, the eldest Arthur was always the loudest to protest, but usually the first to fold, "Now, Art, I don...