“Without any variety of expression...She sat like the Sphinx waiting to be questioned and with always a vague reply in return..." Dante Gabriel Rossetti's studio assistant describing model, Alexa Wilding He was a young man, lean and wiry of frame. A mirror reflected the passionate intensity of his androgynous features, as a neglected strand of thick brown h...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons,...
"Quit whining you brat. What's a little prune in your juice?" cackled Trinity McGuire, the house maid and past Nanny of the LeGend lineage. Nina LeGend Sabastian squealed at the stench of skunk urine still lingering from her pores. Not even the home remedy of twenty gallons of canned tomato juice covering her body could dispel its flavor. The fact that the...
A word of explanation: The Tug stories are special to me because they let me indulge my interest in history. A few of you share my hobby and I always want to entertain. I just posted my Legends Day piece, and I usually don't post so close together. But, I've been working on this piece for some time (for another purpose) and it's finished. So, I thought I'd...
Creed crawled to the feet of the mature spinster, his cock boning erect at the prospect of serving her, eagerly coaxed toward her feet with the whip held by a delighted Lizzy. The ginger girl had acquired the services of Julia's pet on a day free from the rigours of driving her cab, his Mistress having an appointment at Arachne House with Madam Ella Hempleto...
Beth woke refreshed. Her puppy was already up. Spot had ordered coffee and pastries. Beth got up and had a quick shower. She walked into the front room, as naked as her puppy was. The women had coffee without conversation. Beth's puppy sat close to her hunched over her coffee cup. She occasionally reached over and licked her mistress's hand. Beth felt easy...
After inheriting a small fortune you have created in a small commune town in the middle of no where Maine. The commune is designed to organize a community to cater to your eclectic sexual taste, but provide as small profit. You are the owner, administrator, and sole profiteer of the commune. Guests/customers will come to tour the ambiance, and purchase the b...
The Curious Tale of a Victorian Dalliance Alexi stretched out on the couch next to me as I pecked on my laptop. "What are you working on now, Gordon? Researching the light-bulb kings of 1930s France?" Alexi is a novelist; I write obscure academic texts. She's always making fun of that, but it pays the bills. "Very funny. No, you're always telling me to try...
What lays beyond life usually fills one with terror. The two realms were never meant to cross paths, but more often than not, the impossible happens. Vengeful spirits and creatures reach out from the underworld, regretful of their untimely deaths to the point of forcing the living to join them in their suffering. Such stories of tragedy are more than a few,...
My Secret Life, by "Walter", is the memoir of a gentleman describing the author's sexual development and experiences in Victorian England. It was first published in a private edition of eleven volumes, at the expense of the author, including an imperfect index, which appeared over seven years beginning around 1888. The work itself is enormous, amounting to...