It began, as many of the best adventures do, with a card game in the back room of a seedy New Tortuga dive bar. "No, you're bluffing." Captain Lucretia Roath narrows her glittering green eyes at her opponent as she gazes over the battered baize. She draws...
~*~ Cora ~*~ Three months to go. That's all. Three short months and then we make the injection into Jovian orbit for daddy's new placement at the embassy on Ganymede.That means only three months left for Rodrik to notice me.I've tried everything: complete...
"Must you go?""I must. Someone fucked up and the Koreans are saying they'll only talk to me.""Mmm-hmm," I smile slyly at my husband, "and this has nothing to do with that time the Korean purchasing manager had to give that presentation to senior managemen...
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...
(a song, to be sung country-western style, with a jangly guitar)I knew a girl in my hometown her name was Sara-LouA tale of seven rides she told each word, she swore, was true.Sixteen, she hitched thru Tennessee; he drove a black sedan.Her young...
O all you ladies young and gay, Who are so sweet and fair, Do not go into Chaster’s wood, For Tomlin will be there. From some he takes their golden rings, Some left without a thread! Those lucky girls run naked home: he left their...
Author's note: this is a standalone story and not part of my Cuckquean Diaries. It is loosely based on a tale I was told by a close friend, in a borrowed t-shirt and jogging trousers, over Eggs Florentine and strong black coffee the next morning. Names ha...
You never forget your first time trying something new. I've certainly not forgotten the first time that my husband fucked someone else and I was involved. We'd talked about it for a long time, lying in bed, touching each other, spinning a tale in our shar...
"And what are you?" my husband asks, command in his voice as he slams his cock into her slick cunt. "A dirty fucking whore," my boss whispers, her eyes pressed tightly shut. A room full of strangers leans towards the low wooden stage to try to hear. "What...
He's met her online, as he often does. She was kinky, really kinky. He took her on as her master, giving her daily tasks: wear this, do that, touch yourself, don't touch yourself. Depending on her performance he would dole out rewards and punishments. She...
"I think this skirt is too short. No-one would wear this as their uniform." My husband steps up behind me, his strong hands on my hips. He looks into the mirror over my shoulder and I feel the gaze of his strong dark eyes on my body, drinking in every inc...
