Annabel Sarin was a proud and beautiful woman. She had married well at a young age and now spent her time traveling between all her favorite venues in Europe. On this occasion she found herself at Brandauer Castle in Austria where she was the honored guest of the Count and Countess. The entertainment for the evening was a formal ball which gave her the oppo...
Eleanor Brigham looked out of the window of the detached mansion that was now hers in entirety, with a smug smile that echoed her contentment. Her eyes took in the clear air of the elevated township of Penkhull, and the grimy smoke of the potteries which swirled below it; the filth of an industry which had led to her late husband's wealth... and which was no...
On London's Great Portland Street, there is a row of gloomy mansions that have not changed appreciably in the last century. There blossomed the romance of Michael Lovel and Jane Marwood. It was a story so bizarre in its beginnings, so fraught with suffering in its outcome, that the old house, which witnessed its birth and infancy, might well look melancholy...
Part 3: Lukey's reward is Carla's ultimate punishment As soon as Carla had left the room, Gerry said, 'Get up and stand in your slave-place by the column.' Lucas leaned against the iron column, which had a welcome coolness. 'OK, so Carla's loving it,' Gerry explained. 'Making her watch while I get licked by a man, it's super-extreme humiliating, which s...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either purely imaginary, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales are purely coincidental. *** "A fit of passion has no foresight, and so we often have to rue the day when we gave way to it. Consequently, whe...
Chapter 20 - Jason's second speech Jason's life returned to normal that Sunday afternoon, when he and Cecilia woke up and he had to return to his room. He got cleaned up, and then, without bothering to get dressed, returned to his studies. He knew that Ken was due back mid-afternoon and that Lisa and Mike would be back late in the evening. He decided to hel...
Chapter 1 Sluttage Some women are born sluts Some achieve slutdom Some have slutdom thrust upon them I could be called an undercover slut. Some people have suggested that growing up in a brothel sowed the seeds of my slutdom. I was in fact the last of my group of friends to lose their virginity. I do have a fairly strict definition of being deflowered:...
Brooke Fisher sat in the back of the limousine as it wound it's way up the highway into rural Vermont. She had on her usual funky emo outfit which consisted of shorts over black leggings combined with a t-shirt and denim jacket. Brook loved to dress this way since it not only defined her as a "cool chick" but it also infuriated her father to no end. And infu...
(Years ago when I first started to read erotica, the books I could find were the Victorian era stories done by Anonymous writers. I still love to read those stories; they have a timeless quality about them. This is in a way my tribute to those works of writers long gone but not forgotten. Even though we may not know their names.) * In the summer of my eig...
Chapter 3 - Spring Semester Amy woke up in the middle of the night. The apartment was dark, and at first she was confused as to where she even was. Then she remembered. And the punishment. Had she dreamt that? As she rolled on her back her bottom started throbbing - no, that was no dream. Amy got up and quietly walked towards into the living room. At first...