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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 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

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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