Intense ecstasy Stories

Colsterworde, The Cony, May 29th. Our journey yesterday took us through the centre of the great town of Newark, where King John had died of the bloody flux just seven score years afore. His death, though still spoken of in lore as a warning, was little lamented as he was a cruel tyrant and his hand on his subjects was heavy and unfair. We did not tarry long in Newark. We were afeard to announce our presence because we had...

Every night you come to me my darling, wife and lover, soulmate and lifelong companion. Without fail, you slip quietly under the covers to lie beside me, your naked body warm against my side. Pillowing my head on your soft breasts, I lose myself in bliss in your arms. And each night I die a little in your arms, a kind death, the entrance to paradise, where I lie in rapturous joy unbound. Mouths open to welcome the welcome...