This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A woman fantasizes about living in the romantic Victorian Era With Valentine's Day nearly over, having received the usual and expected Valentine's card, flowers, and candy, before being taken out to dinner, Susan planned to snuggle in bed with her book and a glass of wine hoping to get lost in a roma...
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...
"Okay, okay, I'm going," said Jayney with an exasperated tone, "I notice he's not getting kicked out as well!" Mrs Cantrell, the deputy head, merely ushered her to the exit without responding. Jayney had been caught on the dance floor with a boy's hand up her skirt; not just any boy, but Chris Jefferson, the son of the head-mistress. Of course, old smelly C...
It 'twas Halloween once again. A time for pumpkin pie and roasted seeds that I find more thrilling and exciting then a handsome man parading around in a bath towel or a skimpy G-string in the back of my charming mansion on the hilltop. Well, at least not until I have my yearly dose of penis-cillene. Each year I would select a special someone to dress up as...
"I'm writing a novel set during the Victorian era," Vanessa explained as I dried off my face and hair with the towel that she had handed me. "Wearing the right clothes helps me to imagine my way into the story." "So it's a fairly sexy sort of story, is it?" I surmised. "Not exactly your Oliver Twist, or David Copperfield, style of Victorian saga." "Well, i...
LETTER XV I cut short my last long letter as I was really too tired to write more at the time. Our dinner party was of the gayest. The lovely evening and the softened light of the waning moon, which had only risen as we left, unusually late, from the dinner table, drew us to the terrace, and Sophie and I soon began to wander away from it, with the benevole...
LETTER XIII The graphic and stimulating account that dear girl Louisa gave me of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool...
LETTER XII Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa's family at breakfast. As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus. So just giving a chuckle over the successful start that I had made as a participa...
Author's Note: Well, a chapter of a story I have been working on has been deleted as my external hard drive is bust! So I finished this story for the Halloween contest, a late late entry but enjoy. This has since been re-edited on 10/25/2013 as I feel the bad grammar mistakes have effected the rating of this story which is unfortunate as I'm very proud of t...
A/N: Some of this is an area that I am unfamiliar with. Don't worry though; I did a ton of "research" before writing this. ;) As always, a big thank you to Brenda for beta-ing my mental sewage. Warnings: Femdom, drug use, abduction, anal play, urethral play, and nonconsensual sex acts in this work of fiction. Please also note: This is a work of fiction th...