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Immerse and indulge yourself in tales of sex and romance, set amid a backdrop of rich historical detail. Mingle with the upper echelons of society at a Venetian masked ball, witness the gluttony and debauchery of ancient Rome, or experience the shocking scandal of a Victorian high-society love affair. This category is exclusively for stories set in a historical time period.

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The Real Legend of Sleepy Hollow: Part 1

The lurid truth behind the famous book

Most of you, I'm sure are familiar with Washington Irving's classic tale of the Headless Horseman, but are you aware of Mr. Irving's dark side. Like many authors, the public personna is way different from the private. Recently, I had the privilege of viewing his personal papers and I came across the unpublished version of his best known work.  It centered around the sixteen year old,...Read On

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The Masque of the Red Devil

‘The castle has always been an imposing place,’ Catrin thought with a shiver as she climbed the steep hill, the chainmail of the armed guards clinking on either side of her, emphasising her plight. As she approached the impressive façade, to allay her fears, she recollected how the stout gates used to be opened wide to the village on the feast days such as Christmas and Easter. All the...Read On

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A Royal Affair

2268 B.C., Middle Kingdom, Egypt. A slave and his royal lover - masked in gold.

I consider myself a lucky man, as lucky as one can be who doesn’t own their freedom. There are numerous tasks for a slave, and my job isn’t among the best - I build. But I am young and it makes me strong. I reside in one of the more respected areas of the kingdom, and as such, I have my own sleeping quarters. I, and the other men who live in this corridor, are treated well with food...Read On

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Selected Journal Entries from My Great Grandmother, Isidora Wilcox

December 11th, 1915 When I came to, I recognized where I was. I had heard stories of what this place was like in the days after the Battle of the Marne. Five hundred men bleed from their wounds, sitting outside on a pile of hay in pouring rain. They waited to have their leg or arm amputated, sometimes, too often, both. In those days there was no way to save the limbs. It was an assembly...Read On

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The Laundry

A young woman is sold by the nuns to a rich widow who uses her as her personal plaything

It was a soft morning. The sky was grey and the mist of drizzle hung around like a swarm of midges. The scrape of the windscreen wipers was the only sound as the car made its way across the county Galway countryside. Finally, the car turned into the drive of the crumbling convent, past the weather-beaten sign declaring it “Sister Mary Magdalene’s Home for Fallen Women” and as Eilish...Read On

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The Highwayman. Chapter two

Jane get her first taste of adventure

Davey sat astride his horse in the trees, fifty paces from the rendezvous spot he had agreed to meet Lady Jane, and slowly shook his head at what he saw. Silhouetted in the moonlight, his new accomplice sat astride her mount. Not the white mare she had been riding on their first encounter, but a black stallion. “My lady has much to learn; if she intends to survive long. Silhouetted as you...Read On

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The Grimoire - Part 3 Marie Alexandra Victoria

Following The Grimoire Part 2, John goes to Romania to meet Queen Marie

Returning home from Egypt and a long week with Cleopatra, Agnes and I did very little but sleep for two days. I had lingering dreams of the Queen of the Nile. Visions of her beautiful naked body haunted my sleep. My mind kept replaying videos of Agnes and Cleo wrapped together moaning as their tongues brought one orgasm after another. The constant dreams kept me in an almost continuous state...Read On

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The Highwayman

Lady Jane's new life begins...

Davey pulled his cloak tighter around himself, feeling the bitter north wind cutting its path across the high moor. Autumn leaves blowing in angry circles about his horses' feet, causing the big chestnut to stamp its feet nervously. He leant down and patted the strong neck of his trusty mount. “Hush boy, not long now. I'll soon have us galloping through the night.” He knew the Falmouth...Read On

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Foreboding and Solace

In a city under siege, two soldiers find solace

I remember that the sky was grey and leaden. The clouds were almost impenetrable, and they cast everything into an early, foreboding twilight. It was a heavy feeling, an oppressive weight settled about your shoulders. The sky pressing down, the walls closing in. I am not normally a claustrophobic person but even during my watch on the north-western tower I felt strangely trapped, more like I...Read On

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The Chronicles of Theia: The Choosing

Her family in peril, Theia will risk her freedom to achieve her dream.

Theia was at peace as she knelt on the cobbled stone floor of her father’s home. Her gaze drifted without conscious direction, following her flickering shadow as it elongated toward the wall of the tiny abode. Without the slightest tremble, she held her hands together, raising them in offer of servitude to the old man standing before her. Her mother, wracked with sorrow, sobbed and pleaded...Read On

Gone to Texas Chapter 2

The war widows were desperate for the touch of a man's demanding needs and they felt no guilt at all

Caleb dunked his butt in the mountain spring coolness of the fast running stream and smiled as he pondered the infinite delight of the widow lady Eliza humping her way silently to an explosion of female juices and whispered naughty words that helped him to drain a little bit faster. She was really a contradiction of impressions because he had figured her bible-carrying ways and demure style...Read On

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The Standoff: Miss Tiffany, Saloon Owner – Joe O’Riley, Sheriff

Sheriff, I need your stick to stir my honeypot.

The year was 1882; the west had started to settle down and many of the old wild, rough and tough towns were no longer that way. Such was the small cow town of Apache Creek, AZ; at one time it was famous for being one of the roughest towns to drive cattle through. A town that use to be run by crooked Sheriff Williams, who looked the other way when cattle were rustled or a cattleman was robbed....Read On

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The Forbidden Tablets

A young princess gets to proclaim a traitor’s punishment.

In ancient Arabia, intrigue and betrayal in a tribe ruled by women leads to a severe, but very erotic, punishment. Author’s note: The Thamud were a real tribe in Ancient Arabia. No one knows why they disappeared around the time of the rise of Islam. Some say it was because they were Matriarchal in an ever more Patriarchal society. Oral tradition says they were wiped out by the lava flow...Read On

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Earthly Bounties

The Reverend Tobias Whitmore was perplexed. Not that this was a particularly unusual state of affairs for him, he mused, as his relatively short life seemed to be lived in a condition of relative confusion. As the third son of a minor branch of a noble family with pretensions to faded gentility, he was always destined for the church from birth. This had nothing to do with his character,...Read On

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An Heir at any cost

My husband was in the trenches, but the family needed a son

I gave Donald a last hug and stepped back to admire him in his new uniform. He had been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel just before coming on leave. I hoped this would keep him out of the ghastly trenches, but he always maintained that an officer’s place was with his men. I worried about if he would return, this war was so brutal. Donald had retired his valet when he went to the front line;...Read On

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Mrs Succubus - A Halloween Story

The story behind Barkly Mansion parties is finally revealed.

This is a very mild story with very little explicit sex... but it is very magical. It has Leprechauns, Succubi, and a interesting trip through my very weird imagination. I thought this was going to be my Celtic Halloween story since the pixies gave me this one. Because of the pixie’s actions, I can’t really say that I created this one. I lived it through in my mind and am telling you what...Read On

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Paris Palimpsest

Masterpieces fade away, quick as free ink flows

All tales of her innocence are lies. I swear and always will, that all of it was her fault! Hers, and her idiot father's. Truly, he was the fool who left her too long alone, with too many books. It was too much to bear for the fragile sense of a proper demoiselle. The poor thing started to believe in all this modern foolishness about new morals, education and progress... She filled her...Read On

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The Opening Door

There was a jangling of the bell as they walked into the bookshop. Godfrey gallantly stood back to allow Eugenia through the doorway as he took off his hat. He then followed her to greet the shopkeeper who was seated at his desk. The white-haired, portly, bespectacled Mr Johnson rose to shake Godfrey’s hand warmly and gave a slightly more muted, old-fashioned bow towards Eugenia, as was...Read On

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Passion And Death In Renaissance Ferrara

I groaned.  Jesus, I felt awful.  Mother of God, I had the hangover of all hangovers. Gingerly I opened my eyes, and promptly shut them again. Even with the curtains shut the light seared the backs of my eyeballs. I groaned again, and prayed for death; anything to take away the pounding in my head which felt as if a herd of elephants were on the rampage. Later, minutes or hours I...Read On

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The Pleasure Slave

A young girl's first night as a Roman pleasure slave

It was the third year in the reign of Emperor Nero, and the girl, Julia, stood with around twenty other girls, and about twelve male youths, waiting for the Priestess. She looked around her at the ornate columns and murals of the inner sanctum of the Temple of Diana. This was her first night where she would walk out into the fabled Groves of Daphne, as a Daphne girl. People from all the...Read On

The Chronicles Of A Vicar. Part 1 - Lady Stephanie's Romans

The Nave had stood since the latter part of the sixteenth century. Surrounded by walls of climbing ivy, praising the Lord as it crept. A brume of dusk was befalling the approaching night as I adjusted my collar. I am the Vicar of St. Mary's, an Anglican church. A church with rumors, yet not approaching my perusal as I was inclined to avoid gossiping fools. My meager stipends awarded me with...Read On

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The Tale of the Warrior's Wife

A viking raider's wife gets more than she expected when her husband plunders a beautiful slave girl.

Author's note: the Icelandic character þ is called a 'thorn' and is pronounced 'th'. So þrall is pronounced 'thrall'. The warm water pours from my ladle and sluices over his rippling muscles, carrying away with it the blood and grime and sweat and sea-salt. I caress his body with a soft rag. He has the hard muscles of a swordsman, and the pale scars too: they criss-cross his chest and back...Read On

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Vulcan's Wrath

Vulcan was angry with Pompeii, but let me escape with a slave girl.

"Why are the Gods so angry with us?" Olivia screamed into the deafening roar around us. “We will all die before the day is out.” Clenched fists, she screamed again at the heavens. I wondered why I was there too, to make money I suppose; the city had been shaken by the gods for weeks, now hardly any buildings of note were undamaged. The city elders wanted surveyors to advise them and I...Read On

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Bobbie's Girl

Will Ethel and Bobbie's love survive the war?

For the previous year, the war had seemed so distant. It was just something you hear on the wireless, or watched at the picture house. For the most part life carried on as normal, but slowly things were changing.  Besides the blackouts and barrage balloons, the first real change that I noticed was the lack of wolf whistles when I walked past the factory gates. The male workers have been...Read On

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H.M.S. Coitus

Delicious seduction at sea

Her auburn hair billowed behind her, falling across her toned shoulders as she turned to face the young gentleman. Richelieu had been pursuing her attention doggedly for hours. But let us not hold that against him. Being the only twenty-year-old amongst a crew of old salty sea-dogs, who can blame him for being so cunt-struck? She was becoming increasingly bored with his lacklustre attempts...Read On

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The Curse

Meet Sarafina, the only survivor of the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrha.

She sat across the table from me with her hands folded on it. Her eyes followed a cockroach that was crawling up the wall, and her young face was drawn and pale. When I had found her, she was on the brink of death, lying in an alley off the strip in Las Vegas. I had gone in to take a piss before going to my car after work. ** It wasn’t until I almost tripped over her that I saw her, a...Read On

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The Shieldmaidens Part 1

Hilde and her friend sets out to conquer the world.

The snow and sleet bit into my face as I circled Sigrid. She was hunkered down in a defensive position, her shield covering her chest and only her eyes were visible. She held her sword to the side and as she waited for me to attack she winked. “Hilde, stop messing around, and do something,” said Rolf, our instructor. He was a big man, broad shoulders, tall and with thighs like tree trunks....Read On

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Home from the War

Summer in England, 1945. I paused to take it all in and let peacetime wash over me. At last, it felt real. An American bomber named Enola Gay had ended it all after six years of madness and slaughter. I lit a cigarette, watching the train huff and puff slowly out of the station. Looking out over the station car park, everything was green. Peaceful, too. Picking up my case, I meandered...Read On

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The Sultan's Favorite

A royal visit.

Amina glanced out of the palace window, searching the cloudy skies for the moon. The bright crescent had almost reached its zenith, and Hakim would be here soon. He had no obligation to be on time, no one commanded a Sultan to be anywhere, but she knew that he would be punctual for Amina. He always was.  She walked over to her large bed. The most expensive silk sheets in the entire...Read On

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A Casualty of War: 3rd and Final

Teddy needs a tooth brush

When we'd finished laughing, we pulled her into bed and she fell asleep between us. "Daddy, Teddy hasn't got a tooth brush." "Wha...?" I opened my eyes and looked into my daughter's big blue eyes. "He needs a tooth brush, daddy." "We'll buy him one, darling, after breakfast." Laura spoke from where she sat at the dressing table, fully dressed and looking gorgeous, "Poppy, go into your...Read On