"FFFUCK!" Bjørn yelled as he received another crushing blow to his shoulder. His right arm dropped to his side, dislocated, unable to even grip the training sword in his hand. Every movement sent shocks of pain up his arm and across his shoulder. As his focus shifted to his arm, his opponent came in for another attack. He hefted his shield up with his left a...
I sat in my car still in the parking garage for a long while staring at the envelope Mr. Bennett had given me. Any woman loved gifts but I had a strong inkling that this gift was beyond the standard thank you card. Taking a deep breath I tore the end off of the envelope and emptied its contents into my palm, a solitary glossy card the size of a post card. Ho...
This is a story of erotic fiction intended for an adult audience. It is set in the Victorian era of England. It starts slowly, setting the scene but does become deliciously decadent... * Jessica looked out the coach's window to the imposing mansion at the base of the long lane. She recalled with a smile her many teenage visits to Lord Redden's home. The ma...
There was no river in her bed. The river had been there while she slept; dark and thick, it stretched out over her sheets and flowed against her legs. She slept these days on her back, her legs slightly apart. It had become habit to hold a part of herself while she slept -- a breast, between her legs, the rounding of her belly -- and on this night the rive...
Part 1 - Narrator - Solana Days are now shorter, and the nights are colder. Leaves have begun to transform into their beautiful shades of red, yellow, and orange. The farmers have begun to harvest their fields, and the towns folk have started gathering supplies for the coming winter. This time of year, was never the kindest to me, for I am still haunted by...
I love to make love outdoors ... not sure if you've ever done that but it's quite wonderful. And autumn in Canada is the very best season to enjoy. so I imagine ... The air is crisp and cool, the sky that intense almost impressionist blue that only occurs in the fall. Around us, the forest is a blaze of colour – red, orange and yellows illuminate and shine,...
We were having a bit of a clear out when my wife came across an old sweater that she never wears. "We might as well put it in the bag for the charity shop," I said but she gave me a shy smile and told me she wanted to keep it because it had a sexual history! It was blue mohair and was a memento of her first job on leaving university. Sue was working as a re...
Margeurite, Comtesse de Fouet, was coming to my home for a dinner party at which she would be the guest of honor. Recently I had traveled to India to obtain a 5th century lingus from the renowned school of Kama Sutra in Punjab, where it served as a constant inspiration to young women training in the sexual arts. The Comtesse intended to take the enormous pha...
I inhale deeply; the air is crisp and clean. A cold snowy winter playground surrounds us; moonlight shining upon the otherwise dark forest. The nearby lake is frozen, jagged boulders slicing through the ice. We walk very aware we are alone in this winter wonderland. The silence is peaceful as I sit down and listen to nature. Always one to embrace opportunity...
And so the House, once LeMarchand, now de Valmont, returned to normal. Or what passed as normal on the outside. Danforth, the oh-so-proper English butler, returned from hiding in the stables, as quiet and formal as ever, if a bit twitchy in one eye. He moved quietly through the house, never asking about the Lady...or Lord LeMarchand. The upstairs chamberm...