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To Russia with Lust: chapter one

The continuing adventures of Emmanuelle

Sarah smiled at me. 'I love you Pixie! I love you as much as the day we married.' Hugging her, I reminded her that as that had only been two months earlier, it was rather good. On tippy toes, I kissed her, tasting her sweetness, loving her scent; our love buoyed me up. Much had changed since the Spring. Our marriage had brought us to share Sarah's house in Kensington, and I had managed...Read On

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Laura With A Friend

Laura fulfils her longstanding desire for lesbian sex.

Laura closed the door behind Tonya, walked back to the couch and crashed down. She smelled her fingers. Yes, it had happened! Finally, or maybe already, she had been laid by a woman again. She always knew this day would come, and it had surpassed expectations. Laura inhaled again. The fragrance was so similar to solo-sex, yet so much better. She stretched her tired body. God, this had...Read On

Snowed In, Chapter 2

The snowstorm wasn't letting up - and neither was the action in their hotel room!

“Here it is… my traveling companion!” I said, showing her the flesh colored vibrator that had gotten me through more than a few lonely nights in my hotel room! It was ten inches long, two and three-quarters inches in diameter, with a realistically veined shaft. At the base there was a set of “balls” and on the other side (the top) there was a set of fluted ticklers designed to give my clit...Read On

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The Damascus Road: Part Ten

An ending... and a beginning. Rahab leaves.

I went back to my chamber in a sombre mood. It was utterly unreasonable of me to be jealous, and I was not even sure that I was; something else was going on. It was plain that Ayesha and Jess loved each other; what I had seen was not simple lust at work. God knows, I knew enough about that, and I recognised, perhaps all the more so after my encounter with Ana, the difference between the...Read On

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Mask of a Hero, Face of a Champion

She's a modern-day Rocky. Only she's a lesbian who likes feet.

Luckily, tonight's match will only be in front of a small crowd. I'm standing before the locker room's floor-length mirror, making sure every blade of my cropped, fire-red hair is gelled into place, tightening my wrist and ankle wraps so that Rhea won't have a chance to snap my joints while we're rolling around the ring. The concrete floor is cool against my feet, and I hop on my toes a...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part nine

The reunion

Helena and I rode in slience. My thoughts were back in the sacred space where Ana and I had loved so recently. I could still smell her, taste her. I wanted to be with her so badly that I ached. But duty called. My fate was not to be the concubine of the Padishah that those who picked me had planned; no, it was something far stranger, and more strenuous. I had become his 'little Vizier.' I...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part eight

The Sacred Stair

Anastasia pulled me with her. When we reached the armoury the other women were already donning their war gear. Anastasia put on her black breastplate over the chain mail, and fitted her sword-belt. I felt both ridiculous and redundant. But, wanting to be useful, grabbed a small bow and several quivers of arrows. Anastasia explained that somehow the enemy had gained access to the lower...Read On

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Rose's Video Chapter 1: Lil Likes What She Sees

A godmother has a crush on her goddaughter, and comes across something to make her so much hotter.

POV: Lil "Rose!" Kate yelled from the table facing Rose's room. "Dinner is ready!" I suddenly peeked towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms and instantly began licking my lips. 'Now the twenty-year-old goddess is coming,' I thought before my right hand nonchalantly made the trip under my skirt. I just sat there with my eyes on the 6 x 10-foot opening, awaiting Rose's arrival. ...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part seven

The revelation

Below us, the smoke from the fires I had kindled obscured the view, but I could see above us four archers keeping up a steady fire. I scrambled up the hillside, with the help of my rescuer. Two thoughts occurred simultaneously. They knew who I was, and they had wanted to save me. For the first time since the assault on the convoy began, I breathed a sigh of relief. As we paused, the...Read On

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The Mystery of Celia Allene

“Now don’t you go anywhere my dear, I won’t be too long, hopefully, perhaps home by eleven.” “How can I go anywhere, you’ve tied me to the bedposts.” “Oh, yes, I knew there was something I was supposed to do before I left. Sorry darling, I’m late already. You don’t mind, do you E?” “What if I need a wee-wee?” Came the quiet girly pleading tone from the bed. "Darling E, I do not think...Read On

Snowed In, Chapter 1

Stranded by a blinding snowstorm, they make the best of it!

My heart sank as the announcement came over the loudspeakers at the Denver International Airport. The snowstorm that had been headed our way had arrived sooner than expected and was now on top of us. The airport was shutting down as the crews struggled to keep the airport runways cleared for incoming traffic already enroute. Most of the inbound flights had been diverted, but there remained...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part six

The Assassins strike

So , I thought, this is how it ends . And yet the day had begun so promisingly. With Ayesha, who had been sent to spy on my Sapphic activity by the Imams, compromised into silence by Jess’s forceful introduction to its delights, and Princess Damila satisfied by the Sultan and myself, we had shored up the strategy of supporting the Al-Amadin clan, provided they let the minority Shihab...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part five

A close encounter.

Just as I was allowing myself to be carried away by my passion for Princess Damila, the distraction in the corner of the room brought me back to the real world. Oblivious to it, the Princess was sucking on my stiff, aching nipple, and she was easing me out of my harem pants, a process I was happily aiding. The feel of her fingers as they slid between my swollen lips made me gasp. But my...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part four

the fall of the Amir

Jess seemed a bit sulky after the Princess left. Eventually I did what I knew I was going to have to do, and asked her what was wrong. I was not sure I wanted to hear the reply, but sure I did not want a day of sulks. 'She will be your next one then? The Princess. I could see you two devouring each other with your eyes.' 'Darling, don't be jealous, it isn't as though we are monogamous. I...Read On

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Rising Star

My acting career flourishes with some interesting diversions.

“How the fuck could you be so stupid?’   A well-manicured, glossy red fingernail tapped the picture on the front page of a German newspaper. The headline read, “English actress and star of new tv show leaves club with German woman.” Admittedly the headline wasn’t exactly contentious but the picture which showed her hand inside the top of my dress could claim to be.   The dress had...Read On

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In her place

One crazy evening

  ‘You cannot be serious?’ I sounded as incredulous as I felt, at least to judge from the look on her face. ’The Count will suspect nothing. You hide behind the mask, pretend to be me, and then, when I discover him with you, I shall have him!’ The Countess had not, in my view, thought this crazy scheme through. Yes, Count Almaviva was notorious for asserting the ancient ‘droit de...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part three

The Princess makes an entrance

Jess looked at me with pain in her face. 'Pixie, have I displeased you? Everything I do is because I think it is what you wish. Was I wrong?' My mind worked fast. 'It is not you, Jess, it is me. I need to fix boundaries, and as I have failed, no, it is not you. But fix them we must.' It all came out in a rush. I explained that there needed to be a wall between what we did together, and...Read On

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The Damascus Road: part two

Arms and the woman

By the morning it was known that I had saved the life of the Sultan. I found myself the heroine of the Palace. The fellow whom they had caught had yielded up the story. It was the Druze, they put out, who had encompassed the death of the Sultan; but that was not the truth. There was a harsher, more rigorous variety of Islam, which looked upon the Ottomans as lax betrayers of the role of...Read On

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The Damascus Road: Part One

The Sultan goes south...

That was our last night at the Topkapi Palace for months. The morning following our night of passion, the Sultan marched south - on the Damascus road. We said a tearful farewell to the ladies of the Seraglio. Calliope, the mother of the Sultan and my lover and protector, wept, and pulled me to her generous bosom. For a moment, I just wanted to climb in there and stay. But my Master was...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part ten

Midsummer night's scene

That special night, with the banquet, the English poet, Will, and what had occurred between myself and my beloved Jess, afterward, lived long in my mind. As things transpired, it was the beginning of the road to a future which, at that time, I could never have imagined. It would be at least three months before the English would return to Istanbul. By then the potential heir to the Empire,...Read On

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Giselle's Private Boutique part 2

Cynthia's curiosity is satisfied

I sent a text to Giselle Saturday morning after a sleepless night regarding a follow-up appointment. After feeding and changing Char, Daniel and I went about our usual Saturday routine of chores and grocery shopping. During our errands, I kept wondering when and if Giselle would text back. It wasn't until late Monday morning that I received a text asking me to call. I returned her call...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part nine

A perfect evening

The ideas I put to Will were ones I had meditated on hard. The arrival of my new love, Jess, had not meant that my initial love, Svetlana, the woman from Rus who had arrived in the Seraglio with me and the Circassians, was out of the picture. The Sultan loved her gorgeous figure, and her personality was far more pleasing than that of her rivals. But she had no political ambitions, and...Read On

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Lesbian Magic Part Three

Rose is seduced by a black lesbian

Rose was led to another room, and then downstairs by a beautiful black woman with bronzed skin. Her black hair fell to her shoulders and was a little wavy at the bottom. She was tall and had a strong but kind face. Her eyes were dark brown and hinted at the fact that there was something misleading about her face. The girl was good when she wanted to be and would never hurt anyone but she...Read On

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In the Seraglio: Part Eight

Exit, pursed by a bear.

I was excited. I loved telling stories, and did so to the Sultan many evenings before he pursued his lustful desires with my fellow concubines. But there was something special about practising my art at a banquet. I suppose I loved the reaction from a wider group of people. There was a special pleasure in store, because that evening's event was for the English ambassador, and would be...Read On

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Rachel Transforms Into ... With A Little Help

Rachel sat sobbing on her front stoop. She couldn’t believe that her boyfriend had broken up with her. It was him that wanted to try new things. It was not her idea. What was she supposed to do? Rachel thought about her life and what led up to this point. She thought about when she was sixteen years old and going on her first real date. She thought about when she was eighteen years old...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part seven

The plot thickens

'There is one solution,' Calliope suggested, when we were discussing the ambitions of the Circassian women, who aspired to control the Sultan. Irene, the statuesque blonde who had ensnared him, and was carrying his child, was scheming to replace the Sultana, and we were wondering how to block her ambitions. I asked the Sultan's mother, Calliope, what she thought we could do. 'You could...Read On

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In the Seraglio: Part Six

What a night...

Jess came to my couch. I had told Calliope, my patroness and mother of the Sultan, of my design, and she had offered me the inner sanctum, where no eunuch ever came. That was typical of her generosity to me. I had brought her much pleasure, and she was unselfish in allowing me to have some of my own. She had bought Jess for me at the slave market. She had offered me objects of greater...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part five

Enter Jess

Calliope explained that there had been a fresh influx of slaves at the market, and that she liked to choose those for the Seraglio; she suggested that I might enjoy the trip, saying it would be a treat. Since arriving in Istanbul, I had not left the Topkapi Palace. As it was the size of the village I had spent my life in, plus some, that was not quite the hardship it might have seemed. It...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part four

As she liked it

The story soon got around. Rahab had not satisfied the Sultan. The Circassians looked smug, not least at Svetlana. The other wives reacted more kindly, on the whole. Those who were members of the play-group were sweetest. As zero challenge to any of them, but not banished by the Sultan, I was accepted as different. That Calliope obviously favoured me, did me no harm, either. I told her what...Read On

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In the Seraglio: Part Three

In the Chamber of the Padishah.

He looked at me. Best strike now, I thought, so I filled the silence. ’You know the Rus are meditating rebellion, and if their gold prevails with the Khan, is this the time to provoke him, Majesty. I would not have you suffer the fate of Harold the Saxon Padishah.’ He looked at me and laughed out loud. ’And who is this Harold that I should be mindful of him?’ ’It is a tale I have...Read On