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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.


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


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


Shiver Me Nipples!

Pirates nab the Governor's Daughter--and she likes it

Her hands were tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes were closed. There were a few drops of tears running down her pink cheeks. Some of her delicate curls were undone. Her naked, pale body was squirming a bit as she stood there, half standing on the soft fur rug, half held up by the thick ropes. And those breasts. Sweet white baby melons with pink nipples hard and pointing...Read On


Yo Ho and a Mouth Full o' Cum!

A sailor gets his first sexual experience

I hate to admit it, but this was my first time. I had heard about it. Read about it. I saw it done once and wondered how it’d feel. Perhaps because I always associated my wick with piss, I didn’t even think a girl would enjoy it. But this woman seemed to delight in it, relish it, not getting enough of it. This little pecker I’ve kept hidden away in my trousers was now out in the glorious...Read On


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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