Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age. In the Middle Ages, as now, the development of sexual maturity depends largely upon diet. One can imagine poor people in the Middle Ages did not have abundant food and therefore matured a little later. Chapter one, in which Alexander obtains Julie, a poor farm girl Alexander, a proud...
The man stopped, looking back into the night, " By damn, don't know why I ever returned to these parts, to many people, and all nosey as a coon!" Seeing no sign of pursuit he turned and walked along the faint forest trail. He moved like a fallen leaf with little sound, years alone in the mountains had taught him well, one either learned, or died, and he was...
The doctor sat waiting for me to speak. She was behind me in her big leather chair holding a steno pad and an expensive pen. I was lying on her matching leather couch, wondering where to begin. I had no clue how to tell the story, so I just started talking. "I was a sacrifice in a Polynesian fertility ritual," I told her. "I see," she mumbled. Yeah, I'...
Niamh continues to train Barra in the ways of magic and healing as he becomes more comfortable in her service. Niamh found it soothing to work with her stock of medicines when she needed to plan something. Barra's success the previous day in choosing his wooden staff showed his readiness for further development. She wanted to ensure Barra grew in spiritual...
Time is an odd force in our world. It surrounds us all and every being in the universe is subjected to its power, and yet Einstein ultimately was right, it is truly relative. Outside of the bubble created by the staff of Cronus, time appeared to stand still. Inside the bubble however it continued the relentless march forward at the same pace at is always doe...
In most people's lives there are experiences that engrave themselves into their soul. I have several such sexual experiences, that; even years later, cause me to experience increased desire as they replay in the theater of my mind. I will share these true stories from time to time, with the hope that you enjoy them as much as I did living them. The month of...
"An hour!! And still producing steadily! Unheard of." My mistress, wearing again a white lab coat, strode into the milking parlor. It was a pleasant room, done in blue and white, but still had a sterile feel to it with glass shelves and steel instruments. Proper commercial stables had anywhere from 3 to 10 stalls in a row where milk maids were brought in t...
Yes, I am working on sequels to some of my other stories. Some are coming along faster than others. Josh is taking a little more time, because I am trying to decide on which direction I want to go with it. I'm also working on another one that is rather long. I'm toying with the idea of breaking it up, but not sure on that. OK, Legal bullshit: Fiction, not r...
Her stylus marked the last letter in the tray of fine sand. Reading it over once more, she checked that the message was safely hidden in the jumble of letters. She copied them over onto a strip of thin paper, blotted the ink, and rolled it tightly. The sand went back into a jar. The strip of paper went into a smooth, round-ended ivory capsule that she closed...
(Author's Note: This tale is a "period" piece. Liberty has been taken with the use of Olde English in the writing to match the tone of the times.) Nearing the top of the turret stairs, the challenge rang out "Who goest there?" "Tis I, Lord Robert, Giles." was mine response. "M'Lord, thou art the only stir upon this cold clear night." "Is that not good af...