"Oh, how nice to see you here," said a female voice. I looked round in surprise to see a woman apparently pinned against the wall by a leering young guy dressed like a derelict gypsy. I was at an art preview and had I been wandering around somewhat apathetically with a glass of lousy champagne in my hand. I was only there because a friend of mine, Ted, was...
I do not sleep well. As I wake, I realise that it was a terrible fault on my part for spending any time apart from my mother, as I do not know when I might see her again. This morning, I spend entirely with her. I request that she be with me in my room as I dress, that she sing to me as I bathe, and that she cradle me as we say our goodbyes. She has never be...
Acknowlegement This story was inspired by Philippa Gregory's fine novel -- The White Queen. Apologies for my taking such scandalous liberties with the story line. .................. My name is Elizabeth Woodville. I am a widow of less than 30 years old. My late husband, Sir John Grey, Baron Rivers was killed at the Battle of St Albans. My lands and house...
Chapter One It's been a week since they left Candary space. However, the moment they entered the Dark Nebula, the Silver Wind encountered the most unfortunate fate. After skimming along the edge of a dark matter cloud, sending a power surge throughout that small nimble ship. For two days Lulu and her crew had hidden out on the dark side of an asteroid. No...
My first two weeks in court have been a tremendous struggle. I have been kept away from Henry for about as long as I can bear - he had not been entirely truthful when he said that we had two weeks to discover how we had each changed in the past nine years. His uncle George has managed to keep us separate, claiming that I had to have my wedding gown fitted, e...
Her hair is like blood, her eyes violet jewels And she governs the fates of all whom she rules. Her voice is of silk, but her words are of steel. Look in her eyes, and your fears become real. A blossom of blood, with thorns that can kill, She will bend all your dreams to the ways of her will. Her beauty is pure as the clear driving rain, But to enter...
Elizabeth drifted into consciousness to find her bed empty. She could feel the valley in the mattress where Molly had been, although it had grown cold. Molly had evidently risen and left long before the morning. It made perfect sense; the Countess sometimes checked on Elizabeth barely after dawn, and it would be difficult to explain why Molly was sleeping w...
We are escorted from the balcony to cheers of delight from the people to their king. These cheers are not for me. I am the imposter here. Henry is beaming at me, delighted to have caught me surprised and, no doubt, thrilled to have his bride beside him. "Was it a good surprise?" He asks, delighted. I can hardly say no, with this many people around us. I am...
As a harlot - a Rose Girl, by any other name - I never had the luxury of choosing who used me, but some who had used me once would often ask for me again. Lady Elizabeth was one, and I loved the time we spent together, but most I had little affection for. There were a few, however, that I was willing to continue serving as a Blue Belle. Lady Ana and Sir Eri...
And as Elizabeth teased Greg unmercifully, I was out of my head reaming him and jacking his cock. I kept laughing, drunk with new-found power. I think I would have kept going until Greg shot his load, but luckily Elizabeth had a clearer head and she reminded me that it still wasn't time to let Greg cum. "Remember Betsy, we may need him later," she said. O...