It had been a long day for Jessen, she had spent hours in the fields, harvesting food for her family, planting new food and going about her daily routine. Herself and her people were situated on a small island just off the coast of Europe, an island untouched by the outside world. She would often sit by the coast and watch as foreign ships and trade vessels...
You awaken to the sounds of war, 12th century war. Swords clash. Men cry out. You tremble. You look around. It is not your bedroom. These are not your clothes. You are dressed in a rough woven dress right out of a movie. That's it. You are just having a vivid dream. This is just your mind's sequel to the Singing Sword, that silly movie you watched to...
This is a story about a male sub's first time with an experienced domina. He doesn't know what awaits him, they've only just had a few conversations online. It includes mild domination and plays on the concept of the unknown and giving up control. ***** It is Saturday evening. I'm about to ring the doorbell of Ina's home. My heart starts raising faster as...
We met at the newsstand a block from my apartment. You held a tabloid, though you didn't seem the tabloid type. Average height, average build, too old for a swagger, too young for defeat. I immediately wanted to lose my fingers in your silver beard. As I bought my paper, you held it out and smiled, pointing at the headline. "Cecil the Lion's brother, Jerich...
I think the rays of the morning sun through the thin curtains woke me up. Either that, or my pussy craving my attention. At least that's what I like to believe. Because I'm old I know to know how much I enjoy sex. And why not? I love what it does to my body -- whether it's a man's hands or my own fingers -- a man's cock or my favourite vibrator. All the sen...
I hated Halloween. I hated dressing up to go to parties. The costumes were always lame and quickly thrown together. Personally, I thought Halloween was just another excuse for people to get drunk. Nothing good has ever happened to me on Halloween. In fact, I usually got into some kind of trouble. When I was a kid, I would invariably end up with a bloodied no...
I would like to thank my wife for all her support and help, and Lady Ver for her thorough editing and insightful comments. Any remaining grammatical and spelling errors are solely my responsibility. This story borrows from history, but takes place in a time and place that never existed. ***** Prologue She woke with the realization that a change was comin...
Historical Note St Dynwen's day is in fact the Welsh version of Valentine's day which is celebrated on 25th January rather than 14th Feb. I decided to use this day as it gave me a bit of historical realism as the medieval world did not recognise St Valentine's day romantically until the 14th Century -- nearly 500 years after the events on which this story i...
Eric Brighteyes is the creation of H. Rider Haggard. ***** This is a story of Eric Brighteyes, son of Thorgrimur, lover of Gudruda the Fair, enemy of her treacherous sister Swanhild and of many envious men besides. Despite his reknowned bravery and might, it may be that you know him not; therefore I shall tell you something of him here. Eric is often call...
It is a cold damp night. It is about 9:00 p.m. I feel like a detective in an old movie. I am wrapped tightly in my tan trench coat. I strain to see the dimly lit door. Tension builds as I rehearse the plan again and again. The windows of my rental car are covered with a light sprinkling of rain that refracts the light from the street lamps. Each lamp is surr...