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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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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

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A Casualty of War 2

She handed me her panties

I awoke just before lunch time the following day, I'd slept for about fourteen hours, I found my old dressing gown on the wardrobe door and slipped it on before going downstairs. Laura was sitting at the table in the kitchen talking to her parents, they all looked up and her dad smiled. "Hya Frank, I take it you needed a good nights sleep." "Yeah, I didn't realise I was so tired." ...Read On

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Bright Cotton Futures

A young woman is offered a major career advance, there's just one catch...

I got back from lunch early. Well, to be truthful I had barely taken lunch at all, just spent ten minutes wolfing down my sandwich in the parking lot. I was just so excited at this opportunity and I wanted to impress them with my work ethic. This is a small town and you don't get too many chances around here. My mama is a waitress at the diner and my pa is a mechanic but I wanted more than...Read On

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A Casualty of War

kick me, kick my right leg.

The train pulled into the station in a hiss of steam, all those around me grabbed their bags excitedly and hurried to get off, I could hear the cheers of the waiting crowds, they weren't for me though, they were waiting for their warriors, their heroes, I was neither. It took about ten minutes before the guard came in checking the carriages. "We stop here sir," he said kindly, "You have...Read On

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The Aftermath of War 3rd and final

The Victoria Cross

We spent the rest of the day calling on old friends; it wasn't just emotional, it was heart wrenching. Many of my old mates hadn't made it and were buried in some foreign field, if they were lucky, others were damaged, some very badly or mentally scarred. I'd been told by my boss in Berlin that I could commandeer a jeep to get around in from the local battalion, so I took advantage of his...Read On

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The Aftermath of War

the tensions eased

Gradually over the next few weeks tensions eased a bit, the fraternization rules were relaxed and Germany became a much better place. The rubble clearing still went on though, it had to, the building work was moving on quicker than most of us had anticipated. I'd met Eva's younger brother Manfred and I'd managed to get him a job on our building gang as a tea boy and general labourer, he...Read On

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The Water Girl Part 2

Adeline is back in a new adventure pleasing her Domina and having fun with her friends.

Chapter 1 The villa was teaming with excitement when I woke up. I turned over and gave Laxia a kiss on her soft cheek and she stirred. Hearing the footfall and voices of the other slaves, she turned to me and with a sleepy voice asked, “What’s happening?” “I have no idea, but I will find out.” I got up, quickly put on my tunic, and then went in search for Paulus. He was always up...Read On

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The Aftermath of War

Life in post war Berlin

I was among the first of our soldiers to march into Berlin, I didn't expect to be welcomed with open arms, but what we were greeted with was worse, far worse. It was total apathy; these people had endured everything over twelve years of tyranny, twelve years of being careful of what they said or who they said it to! Occasionally, we saw bodies still hanging from lampposts where the last...Read On

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The Water Girl

The story of Adelina, a slave girl in ancient Rome.

Chapter 1 The rooms were full of people but they didn’t notice me as I floated in and out carrying water. Oil lamps and incense burned and the air was thick with their fragrances and also of something else. Thin fabrics were hung from the ceilings and behind them men and women fornicated. I could see the shadows move as I walked and the odor of sweaty men and women and their bodily fluid...Read On

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One Hand Luke

A cowboy comes into town.

The wind swept through the valley, relieving some of the heat of the day. A cowboy wearing a black Stetson and black chaps rode into town slowly on a black horse. He looked ragged from days of travel, his left hand gripped the horse's reins tightly. He stopped in front of the saloon. He was in his mid-twenties, his light blonde hair contrasted with his black hat and a grey shirt. He...Read On

The Last Voyage Of The Henrietta Bone

An age when the world as we knew it was smaller, and there were lands still not discovered.  An age where the sea washed upon distant shores. It was no longer thought of as a square.  It, a majestic ship, constructed from the finest wood in the forest. Designed for transporting goods, or doing naval battle. Built with three masts, each towering a hundred feet, and it with a fuselage of...Read On

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Scout's Surprise

Two scouts get more that they bargain for when collecting for charity week

It's 1966 and Britain is basking in record temperatures. England have secured a place in the World Cup Final and in nearly every town and city “Bob-a-Job” week is underway. Scouts all across the country are out doing good deeds in their local area and collecting a few shillings for charitable causes.. Let's see what these enterprising young men are up in in one leafy suburb...   ...Read On

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End Game

John Polidori (1795-1821) returns to England and prepares to meet his fate...

London, February 1821 John strode across the bustle of Piccadilly, the wide road alive with people even at this late hour. He was glad to turn his steps towards home and to disappear into the huddle of dark streets that was Soho. He felt more at ease here in the shadows than he did in the melee of the West End. There, flaming torches lit the way, gilding the streets with an orange glow...Read On

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Chelsie's Dream

Chelsie finds an uncanny similarity between her dream and events of two centuries ago

"Ow!" said Chelsie. "Stop that!"  She looked behind her. Nothing. She looked over her other shoulder. The long, dark corridor was empty. Nothing moved in the gloomy old house. But someone - or something - had definitely touched her behind. Alarmed, she scuttled back to her room and shut the door. To her frustration she saw that although there was a large, gaping keyhole, no key was to be...Read On

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An arranged Rajput wedding

A lovely sensual romance erotica

Her silhouette was dark against the bright light of the lamps that filtered through the curtain of marigold flowers. The curvaceous length of her hip was garbed in dark sparkling red. Only the glimpse of long legs, a small hand holding a chain of flowers and the pale line of her cheek brought relief to his eyes. Prince Veer on the other side of the balcony leaned forward to see more...Read On

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Bawdy Tales Pt. 05 — The Soldier's Story

A soldier tells a tale of love and sex in the fabled land of India

Colsterworde, The Cony, May 29th. Our journey yesterday took us through the centre of the great town of Newark, where King John had died of the bloody flux just seven score years afore. His death, though still spoken of in lore as a warning, was little lamented as he was a cruel tyrant and his hand on his subjects was heavy and unfair. We did not tarry long in Newark. We were afeard...Read On

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Bawdy Tales Pt. 04 — The Widow's Story

A tale of a Yorkshire lass seduced by an Italian nobleman, and of many days and nights of pleasure.

prTucksford, The Laxton Arms, May 27th. We had no need to cast lots yester-eve to choose who should entertain after supper tonight. Almost as soon as the Cook had finished his tale of the Devil and the Lady, the widow Dame Elizabeth called out above the hubbub and general hilarity. “Dear friends,” she said, “for that is what I must perforce call you now, there being none of my family...Read On

Where There Is Smoke

It was on the cusp of dusk and a late autumn storm was brewing. A frozen fog hung over the small village of Tarrytown. A village of mostly Dutch ancestry, who had no predilections or immoral behaviors. A village of non-swearing apple pickers and scattered-vendors. It was the autumn of 1791, and as they say… "Frost was on the pumpkins." The frogs must have had a forewarning as they croaked...Read On

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Bawdy Tales Pt. 03 — The Whore's Story

A simple story of a whore with a heart of gold.

Bedefunde, June 29th. My name is Alice. I am 24 years old, and what most respectable folk would call a common whore. I believe I am quite comely with red lips and a complexion yet unmarked by disease and men seem to like to suckle on my ample bosom as they bury their cocks in the dark wetness between my thighs, before they release their hot seed into my cunt with much sighing and moaning...Read On

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Bawdy Tales Pt. 02 — The Cook's Story

Bawtry, The Swan, May 26th. A much more cheerful party reached Bawtry well before dusk after a brisk walk of about twenty four miles, having left the Lamb once we had broken our fast on bread, cheese and ale. The task of providing our night's entertainment fell on the cook, a jolly fat fellow, with a laugh like the bellow of a bull. We were starting to get to know each other better, and there...Read On

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Bawdy Tales Pt. 01 — The Monk's Story

A diverse group of plague survivors journeying South wile away their nights with saucy tales.

Introduction In the late Middle Ages the greatest and most deadly outbreak of infectious disease in history ravaged Europe. Known today as the Black Death, it eventually killed between one third and a half of the population.  The disease, which is caused by the bacterium Yersinia pestis, was carried by fleas living on the rats that were found in ports and on board ships. Humans were...Read On

The Cat's Aye

Her warm personality always added a smile to the drab façade of the gray stone club building. Although a superstitious old hag of a crone, she had never missed her daily round at the door selling apples. Until... Money and pleasantries were exchanged, with no reason for platitudes. She pushing her cart, and he a polite distant following her to a niche in the alley behind the club. Raising...Read On

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Casualties

I saw the union soldiers when they first crested the rolling hills at the edge of Papa's farm. There were so many, the ground shook with them and the wild things startled. I wished earnestly to be one of the rabbits, to hide in a burrow and let the destruction happen over my head. Already, I had buried the jewelry--what little there was left. I had harvested all of the kitchen garden that...Read On