Note from the author: Thanks to those who caught my little mistake, I can now correct the age gap. Penelope is twenty years old and the Marquess is thirty-two. They grew up as children and were contracted to be married by their fathers when she was six, and he eighteen. So there is a twelve-year gap and it has been about 10 years since they've seen each othe...
It's been an unintentionally long time since my first instalment.. but thanks to stumbling across a long lost email account that had my log in details I can now continue recounting my adventures! I've read a couple of stories about locking clothes in cars and going for a walk au naturelle. These had really got me going and somehow got under my skin, I just...
It was a warm but rainy day in Phuket, Thailand. The monsoon season had struck early, right in the middle of my two-week vacation to that beautiful country. The first week had been a wonderful adventure, sunny tropical beaches punctuated by occasional passionate encounters with local Thai girls and Russian tourist girls. I had been working out and getting v...
Paula Trickey pt. 1: The Sweetest Dream Man I was so fucking tired. And pissed. Why? Believe me, you don't want to know... But maybe the worst thing for the day was that I had missed one of my favorite shows, Pacific Blue. Not that I gave a fuck about the story or something, but it starred one woman who is like an answer to my prayers. Paula Trickey. You kn...
Marie slept in the next morning, a Saturday. She had plans to go to the beach later in the afternoon with Stephanie. When she got out of the shower she was putting on her bikini when the phone rang. Her heart skipped a beat when it was Jacob. He was in town -- her heart soared with excitement -- with his wife -- and just like that she came crashing back to...
Long, pale fingers twisted a lock of white-blonde hair that fanned silkily across his pillow. It was soft and smelt faintly of oranges; she used the citrus fruit when she bathed as both perfume and cleanser. Those same elegant fingers trailed from her hair to her shoulder, more tanned than his cream complexion, a pretty gold. She stirred in her sleep and a f...
No sex in this chapter...sorry! Just a lot of story to get to know everyone. TRUST me the sex is worth the wait! It is soon I promise. Soon as in..the next chapter things start to heat up! Then pretty often after that. This story started out as a normal/sexy role play between my boyfriend and me. Then it turned into a long erotic story, which we write back...
Charles knocked on the door of the apothecary's cottage. From inside a female voice called "come in!" He opened the door and stepped inside. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. Little by little, he was able to make out a work table, a small cookstove, and a table with a wine bottle and an empty glass. On the work table sat a morta...
'Thanks again for walking me home.' Janet said, glancing up at her escort, 'That party got pretty intense, huh?' Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, 'It was intense for you maybe, Princess.' Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, "Built like a Cadilla...
Finding this small inn, they had barely escaped the cold and the hostile party chasing them down. The only sound now was the dripping of Bastian's wet hair on his shoulders as the ice melted from it. The tortured look had receded from eyes, replaced by a tentative stillness. He looked like prey, ready to run at the first sign of danger. Laine didn't move, di...