This is a work of fiction. Most characters in this story are the work of George R. R. Martin in his amazing Song of Ice and Fire Series also known as Game of Thrones from the tv series. This fan fiction combines parts from the books and the tv show since they are so wildly different. If you haven't watched the show and don't want spoilers, leave now! Please...
If once in a time happy marriage turns to a problem marriage the events are usually going to happen after a standard pattern, wife is successful at her job, get bored of her husband and children, envoys her free (divorced) friends, an old boyfriend appears and start courting her, she want him, etc. etc. When shit hit the fan in my marriage, I got it all. Wh...
And so it was that on the 16th century of the great age, on the eleventh day of the month Ayres there rose a great commotion in the whorehouse of Madame Meringue. Jocasta, a fair whore, conversant in the arts seksual pleasure and specializing in using the mouth to bring gentlemen heavenly pleasure came running out of her pleasuring room emitting a scream riv...
Dust clung to Jim's jeans, shaking off in wisps where the sweat hadn't soaked through the denim. It had been a hard four days but the steer had now been transported from El Dimina, Texas state all the way to Arkansas. This time was all his own and the dollars he had remaining after whiskey and cards was burning a hole in his pockets. It was time to visit Mis...
The following is an excerpt from Punishing Miss Primrose, Part V. For more about the series, visit the Erotic Historicals website or search for the series at your favorite e-book retailer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Insufferable man, Beatrice Primrose huffed to herself. Perhaps it was she who ought to prefer the gout over that other affliction, one that she shared...
April 20, 2019 OK, since it is 4/20, I'll share my weed "secret". I get my weed from a guy I've known for about three years. He had a huge crush on me and I knew that, but he wasn't really my type physically, but he's sweet and a huge video gamer nerd and fun to hang out with. About two years ago, a group of us were gaming and he offered me some smoke. I'v...
Chapter Eight: A Foretaste of Damnation He must have thought he killed us both. He should have. I am Anne. I betrayed my husband. And in the end I was unable to stop my betrayal. He found out, of course. He killed my lover. He almost killed me. Then he killed himself. No. I killed him. I know. I have no right to live on. But I do. I could annoy you wit...
After emptying her breasts with a double pump, and putting the bottles into the fridge, Laura anointed her nipples and areolas and massaged them; then she went to bed and began rehearsing erotic fantasies -- or better, reminiscing sex life with her late husband Mark. In the last months of his life, it became spicier. He had always loved breast milk, and whe...
It was the end of the day and the sun hung heavy on the horizon. Lorelei stood in her window above the saloon, waiting for the cowboys to come in from the prairie. She knew they would be tired from a week of driving cattle. "Tired cowboys" she said out loud "well that ain't nothing good whiskey and pretty whores won't fix." She almost had enough money to...
Chapter 10: May 2006: I walked into view of the broken glass of an abandoned convenience store facade. The sight of me there, like this, felt cruel and tragic. But I also had the sense of writhing righteously on the receiving end of poetic justice. Here I was in post-Katrina New Orleans, a three-hour drive from home, looking for a prostitute to save what...