This is the eighth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifes...
Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes, he is a great friend to help me out so much. I hope you enjoy it. ~ellie ***** The Fool Ch. 11 Flying from her fate. With just over a month before the exhibition open...
Author's Note: Many thanks to everyone that took the time to comment, rate, or email me about the story, you're all superstars! I apologize deeply for taking so long to post this chapter; I've been busy, busy, busy, and my tardiness bugs me more than I can say. I wanted to post this as soon as I'm finished writing it, so I didn't proofread it, and I want...
1. Clinging to rocks "Are you there? Hello?" "Yes, sweetness. I'm here. I'm right here. Can't you see me?" "No. It's too dark." "It doesn't matter. I see you perfectly. That's what matters. Damn, sweet thing, you look just perfect. So elegant, so sweet, so sexy." "You're just saying that..." "Ha, like you don't know it. Like you don't love it. But as y...
How did it happen? I'm not really sure. I'd been happily married for nearly 27 years. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. I'm not saying that I'd never looked at other men; after all I'm only flesh and blood. But I'd never had the urge to do anything about it. The idea of being found out was enough to scare the hell out of me. Besides, who on ear...
It had all started innocently enough. We had just finished the gig when Bill came up and offered to buy us both a drink. To be honest I couldn't remember his name at first, but Julie my partner and vocalist, whispered it into my ear as Bill went to the bar. Julie's much better than me at remembering names, and has often got me out of embarrassing moments....
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *After 150,000 plus words for One in Ten, I needed a mental respite so I dreamed this up. I wrote the first five chapters in six days. This is a darkly humorous tale* *Thanks to PokingFun for her editing wizardry* *People who forget their past are doomed to be blind-sided by...
The Man Who Fucked His Way across Chelsea and Back Again Ch. 01 One day I became Hugo Posset. How, I can't tell you, but that doesn't matter. I became Hugo Posset, a well respected London art gallery owner, good looking, a mere 22 years of age with a big cock. Before I was Hugo, I was an East End barrow boy, with a penchant for posh girls and an insatiable...
Authors note – thanks to Darkniciad for editorial assistance. This wouldn't have been published otherwise. I sat in my car, driving back to Portland. There was music on but I don't know what it was. There were so many emotions and thoughts and strange idea's running through my head and I didn't even begin to know where to start sorting it. I was concen...
CHAPTER 1 For nine years Eliot Dickson had been Charles B. Woodstock's trusted chauffeur, driving Charles everywhere at anytime, day or night. Eliot was paid handsomely for serving the industrialist so devotedly and Eliot often got to enjoy some perks. Charles was happily married, so it was said. He was sixty-three while Elizabeth his second wife was forty...