Well it was certainly a surprise and a welcome one, but the invite did say be prepared to let your inhabitations go, so the party host had gleefully announced that the evening's entertainment could begin. The 20 or so couples gave a rousing cheer as it was explained that the evening was now for the sole pleasure of the ladies, and that it was them who now h...
Chapter One: Iphigeneia at the Church of St Mary Magdalene It might have been all of that poetry about demonic women and sado-masochistic desires, and the burning of incense and the profanation of altars, or maybe it was the atmosphere of fin de siècle ennui, but I decided to go to church that Sunday morning. I had been working all Saturday afternoon in the...
Maggie lay on her stomach, each breath sounding like a rushing wind in the silence of her bedroom. Would it happen again tonight? Had she concocted last nights adventure from a glass of wine, a wish, and a videotape? For some reason she had pulled on the mall-store copy of a Victorian dressing gown a former lover had presented her for Valentine's day. It wa...
Victorian erotica has always appealed to me, a world far removed. Communication then (letters, writing and reading) seemed primitive, old-fashioned, with clothing, cultural attitudes, morals all somehow ancient. Yet the personalities were familiar, three-dimensional, and in this case, even family related. I was sitting in an aged winged chair in the study o...
I've always had shoulder-length hair. For my face, round, and figure, zaftig, it has always been the most flattering. I was born with medium-dark mousy brown, naturally wavy hair. It did have blond and red highlights, depending on the light. My skin is ruddy, so turning blond was out of the question, so I colored my hair a reddish brown for many years. When...
While vacationing in Bavaria, I visited the famous castles of Germany to include their history in my syllabus for the fall’s European 19th Century History class. While touring Neuschwanstein Castle, I noticed a rare painting of Elisabeth, the Empress of Austria, the famed and jilted lover of King Ludwig. I might as well have been looking in a mirror for El...
He had been fascinated with ghosts and ghosts stories since he was a young child. Telling scary stories around a campfire with friends, or simply reading books about ghosts and paranormal experiences, it quickly became his life. One myth in particular always piqued his interest. It was the story of a ghostly lover, who would appear floating through a window...
In this medieval/victorian fantasy world, the physical differences between men and women(also known as dickgirls) are enormous. In comparison to their male counterparts, women are taller, stronger, and better endowed. On top of all this, a dickgirl's cum has a strange drug-like effect on males. This effect's severity is mild when applied to the skin, stronge...
This is the second in a long series of stories in which our heroine, Kate, looks back on some of her more memorable sexual adventures as she tries to decide whether she is a slut. ***** It had been a long day of meetings in Chicago followed by a four hour flight back to San Francisco, so it was late, perhaps 11:00 p.m., when I walked in the door of my ho...
Anna looked in the mirror and tried to channel the girls she'd seen in her brother's photographs. Since photography had taken off, her brother had gone around London, snapping photos of everything from noblemen to prostitutes, and she'd seen them all when he'd come to visit a month ago. She remembered what had struck her most; the look of the burlesque act...