I got to my desk to find a bright orange donut and a small gourd on my desk. Next to it was a note. I opened it. "Halloween Masquerade Ball" and the date on the weekend. I pushed it aside. I hadn't had a date in months and wasn't planning on going alone. I'd stay home and on the real Halloween, hand out cavity causing candy to the urchins on the street. Lat...
By the time I got back to the slave pen Victoria's hands were tied behind her with a thick, coarse hemp rope. Another rope had been tied around her neck, with the loose end dangling down as a makeshift leash. "Don't worry," I said, smiling broadly. "I have a plan." Victoria's eyes brightened as for the first time in a long time she allowed herself to hope....
By three o'clock we started back at it and Marie brought out the brandy. Roy said, "A keg of whiskey and a good drunk would be more fitting for this quagmire." "All right you guys have your brandy let me think," and as I thought mom and Mary laughed as they seen the steno pad come out and the balls of paper hit the floor like rain. Marie and Mary picked up...
"Do you see something you like, M'Lord?" the perky blond asked, leaning over the display case and offering a stunning view of her full breasts, barely contained in a low-cut peasant blouse. "Absolutely," I replied, trying not to stare. Pointing at a silver pendant, I said, "'Ow about that one?" With a dazzling smile, she took it out and handed it to me. It...
The old tavern stinks. It stinks of spilled ale, the unwashed bodies of various races, wet wool and rust. The rust smell comes from my own chainmail and it was growing overpowering. Not that I would dare remove the armor, not in this place. Not that I was afraid of this place. No this was, in a way, almost home. I just didn't trust some of my sword brothers...
The orc wench was a nice distraction from the dismal living conditions in the camp, especially since the delightful Cindy was gone. Thomas hated the tents, the poor food, living outdoors, and the constant smell. Of course, the orc wench didn't smell that good either, but the comforts she provided made up for it. "Oona dear, be a love and refill my goblet."...
Caras the Lecherous cleric sat in the usual corner of the tavern where he always sat to get the best view of the place. In his lap was an invention of his own, the wank-tent, which was exactly what it sounded like. His 10 inch, wrist thick penis was at full mast underneath it as he observed the serving wenches bustle back and froth in their relatively low cu...
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...
Chapter 2: Seven Years Wait Seven years passed and the people in the kingdom of Arethan lived in fear. Their beloved Prince Aries had indeed became a raging beast that ravaged the countryside and tormented his people. In hopes of appeasing him, virgin daughters were offered up as sacrifices. It was a sad and frightening time for all concerned and that is wh...
The individual words the priest droned were as meaningless to Alyce as the ancient runes carved into the dark rock at her back but taken together she knew their import. I had thought to see a few more summers before I heard my last rites. As a princess of the blood, she had always expected a somewhat longer and more comfortable future. True, she knew her ul...