1. I, Lady Mildrith Rhys, was a gentlewoman in my own right. The only child of my father, I had inherited the fief of Capel-le-Ferne. I was married to Burke Hollis, eldest son and heir of Ealdorman Walter Hollis of Tunbridge. The elder Hollis had arranged the marriage soon after my father’s death. He was one of the richest English nobles and a close advisor to the king. My marriage meant that my strategic fief was now mer...

1. I had to keep reminding myself that I was Lady Mildrith Rhys of Capel-le-Ferne, heiress to one of the most strategic fiefs in England. And I was married to Burke Hollis, eldest son and heir of Ealdorman Walter Hollis of Tunbridge, one of the richest English nobles, a close advisor to the king. But just a few hours after my unconsummated marriage, Danish longships had been sighted from my ancient seat of Hill Fort in Ne...

It was hard to believe that I, Lady Mildrith Rhys of Capel-le-Ferne, had been married less than an hour previously. But what a difference an hour can make! Now my new husband, Burke Hollis, still in his wedding finery, leaned on a wooden post on the top of the stockade wall of Hill Fort, squinting his eyes against the sun glare. He followed the pointing finger of Leofric, his father’s bailiff. I could see that what he saw...

There was a knock on the door of my bedroom suite and a moment later, my housekeeper entered. “Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me, Stacey?” I said, irritated. “I know it’s the weekend, but I’ve got a busy morning. I’m getting ready to take Arabella to her tennis lesson, then I have to receive the ladies from the Garden Club.” “I’m sorry, Ms. Kim,” Stacey said, her tone contrite. “But I have a woman downstairs, Farah Hojj...

Mackenzie Alexandra Lovato (Grierson) I think of the day my mom, Amy McAdams, revealed that Jack Grierson was my real, biological father, as the first day of my adult life. I spent the next several days thinking and looking up information on the internet. So many things that had never made sense before began to make sense. Even though Mom was five foot ten, I was a full inch taller, nearly six feet tall. Mom’s husband, Ke...

My husband, Hossain, grew very concerned as my due date approached. It was a big baby and I felt like a whale. I was very uncomfortable and had to pee every few minutes. I called in and began my maternity leave. St. James called me a day later. “I’ve shortlisted the candidates to take over as the new CEO of the Foncault Group,” he said. “I’ll send the resumes to you. Can you attend the interviews?” “I may go into labor at...

I had a very unconventional entry into the United States. Jack Grierson and I were on a Boeing 777 freighter that landed at the cargo hub in Columbus, Ohio. Jo Ellen Taggart was on the flight with us. After we landed, she handed me a U.S. passport – it had my picture in it, but it was in the name of Sofia Antoniou. “You have green eyes, and your skin tone is creamy with olive undertones,” said Jo Ellen. “You can pass for...

Gretchen Lovewell The day I sold my soul began like any other. I had a lunch appointment with Farah Hojjat, the Executive Assistant to the CEO of the Foncault Group. She wanted to fill me in on the background for a multi-billion-dollar merger deal that I was working on as a corporate lawyer employed by Brewster Bailey Hamilton LLP (BBH). BBH had been retained to represent the Foncault Group by the CEO, Jack Grierson and h...

Sergei told me I was to be a hostess at a small party. But it turned out to have almost a hundred guests. Even though his Moscow penthouse was enormous, there were people everywhere. Many of the guests were young and there was an abundance of attractive Russian women who all looked like supermodels. One of Sergei’s Russian girlfriends had dressed me the way he liked. It was very much at odds with the modest attire I had g...

I went to bed after Amy’s Saturday beach house party (see my story Ryder Fox Rocks). I was exhausted and sore from Jack fucking me nearly senseless along with all the alcohol in my system. My husband Trevor had been concerned, a surprising turnaround for him. He’d given me gentle oral sex at dawn, but I had gone right back to sleep afterward. It was late by the time I finally rolled out of bed on Sunday. Sunday morning Su...

1 I was born in Bangladesh into a very poor rural family. My father, Abdul Ur-Rahman, had two wives, seven daughters, and, unfortunately, no sons. I was the youngest and he could not afford to marry any of us. By the time I was a teenager, my oldest half-sister was in her early twenties and the family was getting desperate. A labor broker came to our village one day, offering contracts for domestic work in the Middle East...

My name is Zainab Habiba bin Khalifa al Makhtoom al Sura and my father’s family are poor, country-bumpkin relatives of the billionaire al Sura family. My maternal grandmother was a Russian slave and my mother had a month-long secret fling with a blond Norwegian oil field explorer, who was almost certainly my real father. I was a tall, very pale blonde, with Nordic European looks. When I was eighteen, I was selected by Wal...

My name is Zainab Habiba bin Khalifa al Makhtoom al Sura and my father’s family are distant relatives of the billionaire al Sura family. When I was eighteen, I was selected by Walid al Sura of the main branch of the family to be his fourth and youngest wife. He was forty-seven at the time, nearly thirty years my senior. Just before the wedding, I had a chance encounter with a stranger in the First Class lounge at the inte...

My name is Zainab Habiba bin Khalifa al Makhtoom al Sura. The al Suras are desert tribal chieftains, but the main branch of the family migrated to the capital many generations ago and is now worth billions with interests in oil, banking, and global real estate. My father is a distant cousin and he oversaw the old fiefdom. He dispensed local justice as the representative of his rich and powerful cousins. He also managed th...

I got off the crowded Friday evening commuter train at my stop. It was over a month after I’d been relentlessly fucked by a stranger on this same train (see my story – Ryder Fox rides the train). I’d been standing right beside my husband, Trevor, who was listening to a podcast on his clamshell headphones, unaware of my plight. The stranger had been hung like a horse, his cock probed deeper into me than anyone had ever gon...