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Journeys West Chapter 17 The Search Begins

Chapter 17 - The Search Begins By Monica Rose and Marina Kelly Proofread by: Qmodo Liz sat quietly, her arms wrapped around herself, knees pulled up on the chair. Even though the doctor had reported that things looked good for Samantha, she was still worried about her and probably would stay that way until she was able to see for herself. "How long have you and Samantha known each other?" Leslie asked, doing her best to keep it from sounding like an interview. She asked...

The Water Girl Part 2

Chapter 1The 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 early preparing breakfast for the slaves and for Domina and Dominus.I found him in the kitchen cutting fruits.“What’s...

My Day Of Liberation

The country had been at war for six long years. At the start of the 1950s things began to improve. My sister was a helper at our local church. Nothing wonderful just to help out generally with the evening functions in the church hall. I was not over keen on the idea but I went along with it.I had never been so bored. My first evening was assisting a group of about thirty stamp collectors? The meeting lasted three hours. I could have screamed. As my sister and I walked home she did her best to...

Nero s Queen

Nero's Queen © 2010 by Nom de Plume Based on a true story: the year is AD 65 and the place is ancient Rome during the licentious reign of the emperor Nero. A pall has been cast over the emperor's court following the death of the empress Sabina and her unborn child. Few outside the emperor's inner circle know that Nero himself caused the tragedy by kicking his pregnant wife in a fit of pique. For Sporus, a young slave serving in the imperial household, the madness is only...

Mistress of the Wardrobe 8

Storm Coming For tea which Lisele brought in on a tray for us to share, she was dressed plainly in a working skirt and jacket over a smooth cotton blouse. It still looked very nice on her in dark grey. With her hair piled up on her head. She spoke plainly. "Mistress, my outfit is the same colour as the skies, topside." "Really is it that threatening out today. Well it matches my mood after this morning?" Lisele spoke from experience saying. "When the skies look like this...

Perfect Duty Part 2

With the end of World War II, I got discharged at Fort Dix, New Jersey, and made my way to Darla's hometown in Pennsylvania. I found her house and rang the bell. Darla opened the door and almost passed out. Immediately, she began to weep with joy and happiness. "Greg, you came for me. I thought that I would never see you again and Italy was a wartime fling." "No, I always keep my promise. Would still marry me?" I asked. Darla replied, "Yes and No. Yes, I want to marry you but, I cannot. My...

La Bella and Il Mostro part 3 and epilogue

As Jutta entered the ballroom the party guests quieted in overlapping waves, like wheat in a windblown field. The crowd had never seen anything quite like the tall black-clad vision that swept through the room. She wore a midnight silk gown designed by her servant, Samira. Venice was notorious across Europe and the Ottoman for its outrageous costume balls, populated by women who wore the most daring and even scandalous of gowns. But no one had ever seen anything like this. There was no...

A Compromising Marriage

Helena waved off the happy couple as they departed down the rutted driveway in the somewhat old-fashioned carriage and as she went indoors she felt a sense of dread falling upon her. The preparations for her sister’s wedding, modest though the occasion was, had distracted her from the consequences of that match.She looked around the shabby drawing room, now empty of revellers as they were still outside chattering. Despite the floral tributes she had arranged in honour of the celebrations, the...

Eighteen Hours of Rain

Everyone knows the name Kim Philby. You all know the notorious Cambridge Five spy ring. Unlike that famous quintet you have never heard this tale before. You have never heard the name, “Jean de Langham,” unless perhaps you are a massive fifties film fan. So sit down, pour a scotch, grab a cigarette if you’re so inclined, and listen up. The Soviet Cheka was more professional than most people realise. Often in Western capitalist made movies their agents are portrayed as brutal, inelegant thugs....

Virtu

The Reverend Tobias Whitmore was surprised. As he sat in the gently jolting coach, he realised that he was actually looking forward to a springtime social afternoon in the gardens of his mother’s cousin’s husband, a Canon of the Church of England. This was an unexpected emotion, where mortal terror might have been more appropriate, due to the presence of his beady-eyed mama who wanted him to marry profitably and several young ingenues eager for a ring on their finger.It had been a bleak winter...

The Flapper and the Secretary

Ginny and I had just hopped off the trolley at Third Street and were walking towards the Million Dollar Theater. Ben Hur was in its second month, and the lines were finally down enough that we could catch a late matinee showing. We sat there enraptured during the movie, especially as Ramon Novarro and Francis Bushman were fighting and trying to beat each other during the chariot race.It was so exciting, and I almost swooned when he won. We were giggling like two schoolgirls as we left the...

Trust Ch 2

Iona was not sure how long she laid there. A pain in her chest made breathing exhausting. This pain moved through her body till everything ached. Tears were never a general thing with her; she cried till empty. This was worse than physical abuse; that could only break her back. This broke her spirit. Her spirit was her only pride. To her it had value. There were no memories without it. She clung to it. Her spirit was the only thing she truly owned. No man or woman could take it. Or, so she...

Naziri

Being attentive while otherwise going unnoticed was an important skill for a slave. Fortunately, Nikos had made an art out of appearing only when needed, and thus was usually able to remain more or less invisible as he went about his duties. As a result, he was only occasionally chastised by his master for 'flitting about like a damn hummingbird'.He was especially pleased to have managed it as well as he did that day. Master Cato had been at his desk all morning, quietly scratching away at his...

Bushwhacking the Jayhawkers

"Dearest. Oh, dearest. Please, we must be quiet. The servants will hear." "Mrs. Robinson, you know you bring the passion out in me. My love, just feel my need for you this fair night." With that he began thrusting deeper into his wife's treasure, and grunted with exertion as they played their game of love. He did adore his lady. Ever since he had met her in Boston, and married her. Sarah Tappen Doolittle was above him in class, but she had deigned to accept his courtship. Now they were married...

Keeping My Head

KEEPING MY HEAD By Geneva In the French revolution, Berthe, an innkeeper's wife, and her husband Matthieu help refugees escape the Reign of Terror with the help of her grandmother's magic book. She also gets revenge for a past injury. START The afternoon air was fresh and I was welcoming a breather from the chores of the inn, especially its stuffy kitchen, when the coach from Rouen rolled up and stopped across the street from me. Actually, I usually did that as it was always...

The Book of Sisi

The Book of Sisi by Anonymous "In the land of Gods and monsters I was an Angel looking to get fucked hard..." - Lana Del Rey Once upon a time in the ancient world, the Goddess Isis wept and mourned and she lamented the loss of her beloved husband the God Osiris, God- King of all of Egypt. Because of jealousy and lust for his sister, not his own wife the Goddess Nephthys, their brother the God Seth had murdered his brother the God Osiris and chopped his body into fourteen separate...

Bright Cotton Futures

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 to settle down with one of the boys from the high school, have kids and just barely scrape by. I wanted...

London s Burning

Oh the miserable and calamitous spectacle! Such as haply the world had not seen since the foundation of it, nor be outdone till the universal conflagration thereof. All the sky was of a fiery aspect, like the top of a burning oven, and the light seen above 40 miles round about for many nights. God grant mine eyes may never behold the like, who now saw above 10,000 houses all in one flame; the noise and cracking and thunder of people, the fall of towers, houses, and churches, was like a hideous...

The Aftermath of War 3rd and final

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 kind offer and did so, petrol was still scarce so I had to be frugal but it was a big help. Early evening we...

Stockholm in 1940

At that precise moment the lovely Swedish long haired blonde suddenly appeared, and without noticing him hurried up a side staircase to the floor above leaving him to his thoughts again. Evans, despite his years of training and the fact that for British national security and Special Operations Executive reasons, had been told to wait indefinitely as usual until someone would eventually contact him with further orders. Whilst waiting he'd idly thought back to his school days in...

An unsolved puzzle

A unsolved case "My Dear Holmes, I do believe that your interest in that poor dead woman's corpse is most unseemly!" said Dr John Watson to his long-time friend and colleague, who was sat between the corpse's thighs, examining her private parts with his magnifying glass, while chewing on the stem of his unlit pipe. "Surely the poor woman is entitled to her modesty, even in death, and notwithstanding that she is an Asiatic, of the lower orders." "On the contrary, Dear Watson,"...

The Gods Favour Me

It has been five years since I escaped from the city of Pompeii with a young slave girl. My fortunes are well, the slave is now my wife, and has borne me two strong sons.We left our sons with our slave girl and walked up into the hills above the town. There is a secluded place where we can be alone with nature, and we often copulate there.This day, another couple joined us, I recognized Cassius, he also worked on building the new harbour, but he was responsible for buying materials for the...

The Runaway

I believe it was late April that year I saw the dust from the riders as I looked up from stacking firewood. An oak had split the week before from a lightning strike in the west pasture. Cleo and Sage heard the horses long before I did, their ears perked up as they stared off into the distance anticipating the arrival. My Winchester was leaning against the fence, so I grabbed it, cocked it and laid it on the top rail for easy access as I waited for whoever was riding up. I don't get many...

Swinging Wife Became Unusual Brothel Worker

Here is a real cuckold tale about my own wife. All photos are of the real wife, who has many sexploits beyond this single event (topics for later).You may find that one job that she took was extreme.In the mid 1970s, she had attended many swinger functions. But one of the club owners had a different idea about what to do with off nights at his establishment. While swingers almost always required couples and exchanges, this particular club owner was aware that there was a lot of single guys,...

La Bella and Il Mostro part 2

Jutta was overwhelmed with feelings she did not understand. She was breathing so fast she became light-headed. She struggled her way down the ladder and then fled the library without thinking. Her silk robe was left crumpled on the wood floor of the mezzanine. She raced through the hallways and up the stairs of the villa not realizing she was only in her Venetian heeled slippers. The crash of silver and china hitting limestone, the result of a shocked male servant dropping a tray at the site...

Robin Crusoe

ROBIN CRUSOE by Victoria Crane CHAPTER 1 - TARIQ The first time I laid eyes on Robin he was on the slave auction block in Tripoli. I later learned that he was a young sailor in the English navy, and his ship had been captured by pirates. The entire crew was sold as slaves here in the most important city of the Barbary Coast. He was just a scrawny young man. His only notable feature was his nearly white blond hair, but that wasn't enough to generate interest in him from the...

Chicago 42 Part One

The AldermanCliff Bradley was one bullet short of making the Chicago Daily News obits in the summer of 1930. He had gotten tangled up with the mob who got itchy about a bundle of misplaced cash. They wanted it back. It turned out that 10K had been stolen by a teen-age hooker who considered it a tip. Unfortunately, the Chicago outfit didn't see it that way. They terminated both their disagreement and her in the customary way, the mob's way.Lots had changed since then. Alphonse Capone was out of...

Stockholm in 1940 3

Chapter 3 In the ensuing confusion and commotion no-one except for Katya saw Richard quickly leaving out of the staff entrance to a waiting car, that immediately disappeared into the swirling snowstorm. The girl still unconscious was quickly carried up to to Katya's room while someone fetched a doctor, whilst Katya herself went down to the bar again telling the manager all that had happened; also checking how the girl was until a doctor arrived and gave the still unconscious girl...

The Real Legend of Sleepy Hollow Part 3

While Katrina was occupied with Ichabod, Baltus retired to his study. He rang the servants bell and, moments later Anne, the new scullery maid entered. "You rang, Sir?"Baltus looked up and smiled. His daughter knew just what would please her Papa. The girl was young, pretty, and very busty. "You must be the new girl. What's your name, my dear?""Anne, Sir.""How old are you, Anne?""Sixteen, Sir.""Did my daughter explain your duties?""Partially, Sir"Baltus looked surprised, but in a delightful...

Salem 1692

“Oh please, sir, not tonight.” James Abernathy had raised the girl’s skirts and petticoats to her waist and was about to push her onto the bed she had just folded down at the House of the Seven Gables. “Why not?” he said. “It’s the hanging, sir, up on Gallows Hill. It’s got me upset.” Until that day Abernathy hadn’t given much thought to the accusations being hurled about by the Reverend Samuel Parris and other of the residents of Salem Village. He dismissed it as a kind of mass hysteria...

The Aftermath of War

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 still did a bit of black market wheeling and dealing, but mostly he was kept busy working and he was getting a...

Hopef

Tobias departed from Meg’s little cottage at a more advanced hour than he had anticipated, leaving the luscious Betty sated (at least temporarily) and still a-bed. Aware of the approaching dusk, he hurried towards the main thoroughfare of the town, hastily tucking in his shirttails as he went. Thankfully he met no one he knew who might question why a vicar from another parish might be loitering so late about the street en deshabille.As he reached the coaching inn, he was fortunate enough to...

The Fallon Hotel

The stagecoach came to a bumpy stop in front of the Wells Fargo and Co. Express building in Columbia, California. Winnifred, or Winnie as she was known to her friends, looked out at the brickwork building and sighed. For the last seven months she had been tossed around on a ship, as well as fucked by the ship’s captain, until she landed in San Francisco. The faded green dress she was wearing was the only dress that survived the long ordeal. Her only other dress had become damaged beyond repair...

Perfect Duty

I am US Army Medic and my name is Greg. Most people call me"Doc"'even though I am not a real one. It was early March of 1945 in Italy. I was part of the US Army assigned to distributing food and medical supplies to the locals. It was a four man team made up of two PFC's and two sergeants. After being wounded twice, I got this duty instead of being sent stateside. We got our orders. The two PFC's had a "deuce and a half" loaded and were destined to go to a town with an orphanage. The other...

Frivolous Frolics

Tobias wriggled on the seat of the coach, trying vainly to find a soft spot in the worn upholstery so he could doze for at least part of the uncomfortable journey. Across from him, his lovely Lucy caught his eye. She smiled briefly at him while listening to the voluble farmer’s spouse seated next to her, giving seemingly endless hints and tips about preserving summer season fruit and vegetables.He mused on how wonderful a vicar’s wife she had become in less than two years of marriage, as she...

Witness Protection Chapter 3

"Why don't you take those pajamas off and let me see what I can do make you a little more... um... comfortable?" Missy said, biting her fingernail coquettishly.As I got up out of bed to get undressed, she scooted over for a better look. Seeing her keen interest in watching me get undressed, I decided to build the suspense and make a little show of it. I slowly lowered my pajamas watching her face as they slid down past the bulge that seemed to have her so transfixed. Of course, with my boxers...

La Bella and Il Mostro part 1

Jutta Meyer was an only child. Her mother died in childbirth and she was brought up in Amsterdam by her loving, doting father, Lukas. She was beautiful, precocious, and strong-willed from her earliest days, and Lukas indulged her in everything. Not to say that she was spoiled, for she was hardworking, earnest, and unselfish as well. But, where other girls of her time in Amsterdam would have been discouraged from indulging in “unladylike” things, her father was quite the opposite. Jutta...

Vulcan s Wrath

"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 planned to make my fortune. Now, standing in the bedchamber of the daughter of a rich merchant, with the god...

An Old Diary Can Be Educational

“On my wedding night, I was shocked! You have to understand I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. My mother didn’t discuss it, my father certainly wouldn’t talk to a mere girl about such activities. I was the oldest sister, so I didn’t have someone else to explain things to me. The closest female relative I had was a maiden aunt who was more elsewhere in her mind than in the present day. She cackled through a few things that made no sense. When my new husband disrobed in front of...

Where s Wanda

The perfume in the room was suffocating, almost to the point of being lethal. The four women seated on the large sofa ranged in age from a few years past puberty to several years beyond menopause. They all looked beautiful if you didn't get too close. Their makeup was so thick it could have been painted on their faces by the drip artist, Jackson Pollock. The ladies' names were Tonya, Ursula, Flossie, and Markiska. I liked the youngest one, Markiska. She just seemed too young to be in that...

Journeys West Chapter 18 Aftermath

Chapter 18 - Aftermath By Monica Rose and Marina Kelly Proofread by: Qmodo Leslie watched the elder Kaylock be loaded into the ambulance with mixed emotions. The paramedics could not tell her much about his chances though, she would have to speak with the doctors at the hospital. The man's entitled attitude had made him unlikeable, but seeing anyone injured always bothered her. It was one of the reasons she had pursued law enforcement as a career. Ron found himself handcuffed...

A Casualty of War 3rd and Final

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 room and get dressed, it's time for breakfast; go on, shoo."Poppy had boiled egg and soldiers, which meant she had...

The Runaway

I believe it was late April that year I saw the dust from the riders as I looked up from stacking firewood. An oak had split the week before from a lightning strike in the west pasture. Cleo and Sage heard the horses long before I did, their ears perked up as they stared off into the distance anticipating the arrival. My Winchester was leaning against the fence, so I grabbed it, cocked it and laid it on the top rail for easy access as I waited for whoever was riding up. I don't get many...

Resisting Fate Part One of Three

I spent the warm season hunting beaver along the shores of the great river. The hunt was good, but too many days had passed and each one was now shorter than the last. Cold winds were already blowing from the North and soon the white snows would be falling from the sky. I knew that if I were to return to my home fires before thick drifts filled the land, I would be forced to cut through the rolling hills of the Arapaho. It was a brisk morning, and the skies were painted with the deepest blue. I...

Witness Protection Chapter 2

The days began to blend together and Missy and I established a workable and comfortable routine. She really was enjoyable company, not at all like the horror stories I had heard from others who had done similar work. In fact, it got to where we were almost like a married couple, we could anticipate what the other one was thinking or wanting without being told. I was thinking that if this was what witness protection was like, I would like to do more of it! For me, it was the closest thing to a...

The Halloween Themed Costume Party

Our company has a Halloween Party every year and for the most part, I have simply ignored attending, or attended and simply left after a short visit. This year, I decided that I’d go and dress up in a full regalia as a pirate. I even decided to go so far as to have a professional make-up artist do my make-up, so one would know who I was, just for the fun of it.Everyone who attended the Party dressed up and for the most part, folks were quick to figure out who was who behind the masks and...

The Highwayman

Davey pulled his cloak tighter around himself, feeling the bitter north wind cutting its path across the high moor. Autumn leaves blowing in angry circles about his horses' feet, causing the big chestnut to stamp its feet nervously. He leant down and patted the strong neck of his trusty mount.“Hush boy, not long now. I'll soon have us galloping through the night.”He knew the Falmouth coach would pass by on the narrow lane below him within the hour. Word had it, the new Magistrate and his lady...

Gone to Texas Chapter 2

Caleb dunked his butt in the mountain spring coolness of the fast running stream and smiled as he pondered the infinite delight of the widow lady Eliza humping her way silently to an explosion of female juices and whispered naughty words that helped him to drain a little bit faster.She was really a contradiction of impressions because he had figured her bible-carrying ways and demure style of dress implied she was just another “cold fish” settler woman accepting copulation as the only means to...

Invaded

The captain of the guard entered, his face distraught. "Princess, your father and brother are dead. The palace walls have been breached. You are in immediate danger."My older sister looked at me. "What shall we do?"I looked at my younger sister, then, at my older sister. "We make peace with them.""Peace! Are you mad, Arielle?""No, my sister, just practical. If we resist, the town and the palace get pillaged, we all get raped and probably killed. If we make peace, ally ourselves with the...

Heave

The Reverend Tobias Whitmore let out a heartfelt sigh. Having taken over the parish of St Margaret’s in the prosperous market town of Stratton-over-Wye a year previously, he ought to be happy with his lot, he reasoned to himself.He had been welcomed as a new broom (not altogether unexpectedly, since the previous incumbent had been so elderly, his actual death made little difference to his activities) and had rather disconcerted himself by his own efficiency. He had tailored his sermons to his...

Maitresse en titre dans l amour III

May 1391, Guildford Hamon de Grey, the bastard half-brother of Sir Giles re-adjusted himself and tried to act as if nothing had happened, yet inside he was on fire, his heart and mind racing. He tucked his shirt back into his breeches, re-adjusted his tunic and grabbed his hat from the ground, where it had become crinkled and crumpled. He smoothed down his silvery blond hair and put the hat back on his head. He took two deep breaths in and out, ran his hands down his plain tunic and walked out,...

Great Anticipations

My name is Charles Dickredy and I have lived in the Norfolk Broads, in the year of our lord of eighteen thirty eight, for all of my seventeen years. I know not why I relate this story of love and lust to you simply because of the hurt and trauma that it has caused me, except perhaps, so that others may avoid the pitfalls of kindness and of falling in love with beautiful rich women. Not that one chooses who they fall in love with, of course.I come from a community of simple folk. My father was...

The Shieldmaidens Part 1

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. He stood a few feet from us together with the other Shieldmaidens in training.There were twenty of us, from...

Thank you Hank

The sun was at his back as Hank rode the horse he called My Bay Mare over the crest of the ridge. It was 1890 and already a brisk mid-October. He was gonna have to find a place to stay for the winter. Stopping just over the top he looked down on the small cabin in the valley. There was a young woman off her porch out front with a shotgun and two cowboy types on horses in front of her. Hank couldn’t hear what was being said but he saw a third man starting to move around the cabin to come up...

Peri

"And Puissard," the old jailer warned, "Leave the poor girl alone." He gave the foul-smelling rabassier an unceremonious shove through the outer gate and into the cobbled alleyway behind the Périgueux jail. The grizzled Frenchman turned as he stumbled to the curb, and spat his disdain at the provincial gendarme, but the constable had already shut the gate behind him and turned the key, hoping the old fool wouldn't recidivate yet again. Gardien de la Paix, Fabien Fournier picked up a corn...

Let There Be Light And There Was Light Part 2

That night whilst in bed sipping her coffee, Rebecca began to make rough sketches on her note pad. She knew what she wanted to create but getting her designs exactly right was proving to be a problem. She worked through to the dawn sketching and changing her ideas. By daylight, she had completed six designs but wanted many more. This was about the time that well off families, Merchants, Bankers, investors, would employ young imported black men as house boys. They were things of high status....

The Miner s Strike 1984

The year is 1984, the place is the South Wales coalfields, the problem – a faceoff between the government and the National Union of Mineworkers, and one union leader in particular. The result is a yearlong strike, violent clashes between pickets and police, lack of food for most households that were already on the breadline, family tensions at breaking point leaving women desperate to provide for their families.It was, by far, the most bitter of disputes in British history and had no real...

Mary Felix goes to London

The train arrived in Southampton at half past three, and I sat in the ladies’ waiting room until the London express’s departure at a quarter past four. When it was time to leave, I had trouble finding a porter to assist me with my suitcase but finally attracted the attention of an elderly, stooping, knobbly-kneed specimen who looked as though he should have been safely retired some years previously. Because of this, we arrived on the platform in something of a rush and with less than two...

Church Picnic

Life in rural Ontario was tough in the mid-1800s. Farming families were able to make a living but it was hard work every day of the year. In spring they planted and hoped that the crops took, in summer they worried about drought, in fall they harvested and in winter they tried to survive the harsh days where the temperatures sometimes plunged to minus thirty for days at a time. Our family ran the General Store so we didn’t endure their long hours and physical discomforts but our living...

Her Victorian Bottom Shared Part 1

In the pale moonlight of an early December dawn, Henry Chambers was deep fucking his panting wife for the third time that night. Prudence lay eagerly beneath her husband as he pummeled her well ploughed furrow with the urgent stabbings of an oncoming spend. His sweat laden face was pressed against her right cheek as she urged him on in their animalistic passion and the need to reach their climax in unison. Prudence sensed his loss of rhythm and lifted herself higher so that her woolen...

The Water Girl

Chapter 1The 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 stung my nose.No one was interested in what I carried but for the wine the other girls brought. I was used to...

A Casualty of War

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 to leave.""Yes," I said and smiled weakly, "Have you ever not wanted to go home?"He looked at me for a second...

Lion Terrace

Lion Terrace, Portsmouth, January 1941 Rachel Scotland Martin Wainwright walked from the Dockyard Gate along Queen Street, passing Brickwoods' Brewery on his left, and breathing in the rank smell of the malt and the sour overtones of the wort with some deep breaths. He wasn't overly concerned with the pubs he passed, as each one showed no light in the blackout, and the raucous sounds of conversation, singing or in one case shouting, exited unfiltered by the blackout curtains. Each...

The Gladiator s Girl A Historical Love Story Chapter 1

The call had gone out. Celadus, a Roman gladiator, was to report to the Coliseum by order of Flavius Thrasea, the Governor of Rome. Apparently, the Governor was entertaining some very important and influential visitors and wanted to put on a good show. Ordinarily, he would have some of the lesser slave gladiators perform for his amusement whenever the mood for a little bloodletting and violence suited him. But for these special visitors, he wanted to show off his best warriors.Celadus had...

The 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 known world visited the Groves of Daphne near to Antioch, to sample the delights of the youths trained in the...

Thursday

I held her pussy in my hand and stroked it. Cupping my hand over it and running it down its length. Sarah had just removed the kettle from the stove and put it on the hot-plate. She appeared in the doorway between the kitchenette and the living room. “Put the cat down.” I glanced at her and then looked back at the cat. A smirk filled my face, “I thought you liked me stroking your pussy.” I caressed the cat a few more times before looking back towards Sarah. A pout had appeared on Sarah’s face,...

At Seventeen

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The Labyrinth Ch 01

Air stirred in the small cell. Small strands of hay danced, twirling and spinning around each other as warm wind found its way through the cracks and hallways of the palace. Young Theseus closed his eyes with a sigh, welcoming the fresh air. The man sat stiffly against the cool wall of his cell, strong arms crossed over his stomach. Despite his calm demeanor, the youth hummed with energy, purpose and confidence. Suddenly, the door to the cells groaned open. Theseus squared...

The Fatal Lie Pt 2

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Cap Ferrat, South of France, May 1903.The last rays of the setting sun still showed above the dark line of the sea’s horizon, but in the woods that lined the hilly coast, twilight had turned to night and the scent of pine drifted through the trees as the hiss of small waves sounded on the rocky shoreline.Half way up the steep slope that overlooked the bay, a cluster of lights showed in the warm darkness. Conversation and the occasional ripple of laughter were coming from an elegant terrace...

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Addendum Dear readers/fans of my work here on Fictionmania. Thought I would answer a few of your many questions. Thought I'd set the record straight. And if some of you think this is a bitter pill to swallow, well, as they say: "it is what it is." No, I will not be finishing the "Mrs. Hollingsworth Project" series! I know and I am sorry. And it's unfortunate and I apologize for the inconvenience and for such an abrupt stop on a story that many have liked so much including...

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A Casualty of War 2

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.""Daddy!" and a tiny blonde haired bundle scrambled up onto my lap."My daddy cuddled me last night." she announced...

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"Katrina, Brom, I'd like you to meet Ichabod Crane," Baltus said. "At your service, my lady," said the tall, almost gaunt looking gentleman, as he took her hand in his and kissed it. The feeling of his lips on her was almost electric.Katrina lowered her eyes, demurely, her gaze settling on the rather large bulge in the stranger's britches. 'I wonder just how large he really is?' she thought, feeling herself dampen."Mr. Crane is our new school teacher. I've just hired him," said Baltus. "The...

So You Can t Write Dialogue George Eliot

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Trust Ch 3

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My life’s flame is flickering; that candle has burnt brightly, but the wick nears the end. And when I, Ana, the last of Percales’ so-called heroines enter the afterlife, then, my friends, then what will you remember of us?Percales has much to say about how we stopped the Mycean threat. Yet, despite my pride in what I did for you, I have grown uneasy over the years. For a wall of mythology surrounds we ringbearers and Percales has hewn many a stone.Tell me, do you remember Danae?I hear those...

Forbidden Fruit

1994 John and Ayesha looked at each other and each had a broad smile on their face. They were going home and mixed in with the overriding joy was a faint tinge of apprehension. The Fasten Your Seatbelt lights went out and John reached across and took her hand in his. Looking into the dark pools of her eyes, set in the golden radiance of her face that had always captivated him, he asked, “Are you all right? Do you want me to order you a drink from one of the air stewards?" “No thank you," she...

Mrs Succubus A Halloween Story

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 went on. It isn’t as Irish as I normally write for my Celtic Halloween story, and evidently the pixies...

Chloe s Fate ch 3

Chloe was put back into the litter but the curtains were drawn as she was carried out of the villa. They did not travel far and within a few minutes they entered another. This one bustled with activity and she could hear raised voices and laughter over the sound of music growing closer. As they entered the room she heard the voice of Marcus, her new master describing the scene in the slave market. "And so I bought her. I present her to you Julia, for your pleasure." The curtains of the litter...

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The Drifter Part 2

It was a couple days before Anna could gather herself enough to return to the saloon. When she did, she had Clint by her side for support. The girls were very understanding as was Sam, the barkeep. "You just take your time, Anna. Me and the other girls can keep the place running till you are ready to return," Sam said. "That's just it, Sam... I'm not sure I can come back. I mean, I might be able to serve drinks downstairs here, but I don't think I can go back up there anymore," she said,...

The Snake Catcher s Daughter Chapter 5

When I awoke I was entwined in Teia's arms. The last things I remembered from the night before was Teia's gentle, sibilant voice and her large, luminous eyes. We had kissed again and again for what seemed like hours. She didn't speak much of our language but she did know the word for beautiful - “Nefer, nefer, nefer Anatha !” I was touched and honoured.She was still fast asleep so I gently drew my arm from beneath her neck, kissed a lock of her hair then looked around for some item of...

Journeys West Chapter 14 The Sighting of a Clue

Chapter 14 - The Sighting of a Clue by Monica Rose and Marina Kelly Editor: Qmodo Emily, living in a small rural community, was just as starved for the friendship of a kindred spirit and they found themselves meshing quickly. Her experiences had not been nearly as bad as Leslie's, but being different in cowboy country was still difficult. She had grown up here in Laramie and there had never been problems, but it was still lonely. As long as she did not flaunt the fact that she...

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It had been almost a year and a half and I’d still never grown used to the darkness. Every once in a while, on what must have been especially sunny days, glimmers of light would come through the miniscule spaces between the boards of the false wall. But most of the time I could barely see my own hand even when it was just a few inches from my face. I didn’t need to see myself to know that I was fading away, that were I to somehow catch my reflection I wouldn’t recognize the man staring back at...

The Long Ride

October 14th, 1860My Dearest Josephine,The journey was arduous over the Sierra’s, but I made it to Sacramento in just over a month. I cannot say an exact date for my return. As I stepped from my mount upon arriving and rolled my ankle. The Doc says I should recover in about a week.I am told our mail deliveries are taking just ten days. Please respond to my letter addressed Pony Express Rider, Wendell Holmes, so they don’t lock your letter in the Mochila.As I wait here, I can do nothing but...

Casualties

I saw the union soldiers when they first crested the rolling hills at the edge of Papa's farm. There were so many, the ground shook with them and the wild things startled. I wished earnestly to be one of the rabbits, to hide in a burrow and let the destruction happen over my head. Already, I had buried the jewelry--what little there was left. I had harvested all of the kitchen garden that I could, hiding the vegetables in the empty shed back away in the overgrown north field. I chased the pig...

H M S Coitus

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 to conceal his pursuit. She did not mind his staring, it was more the fact that after twenty minutes he had...

Chloe s Fate ch 1

Chloe stood naked on the auction block, burning with humiliation as the buyers called out bids. Her skin crawled as though all the greedy eyes were hands running over her, touching her every secret place. The old men looking with interest, bidding vigorously while youths simply ogled her and called obscenities, enjoying and expanding on the auctioneer’s salacious descriptions of her every feature. "A tasty morsel! This one is young, just the thing to bring an old man's rod to stiff attention!...

When Ladies Were Ladies Part 4 The Conclusion

I knew quite a lot of the men who enlisted to fight for King and country; I went to the same school that they did. The townspeople lined the streets as the battalion which became known as the Dover riflemen marched proudly through the town down to the docks to embark on a troopship to take them to France. I knew as indeed did most people that some of those men would never return home. For the first few months, nothing happened so everyone just assumed that the whole thing would be settled by...

The Ostler and the Lady Chapter Eight 2000 Guineas and More

The Two Thousand Guineas. At last! Jack Wetherley’s heart pounded, as the eleven horses trotted out onto the course. The bright silks of the jockeys added to the extra colour provided by the glamorous gowns worn by the lady spectators and the maroon, purple and vivid blues of the men’s jackets. The excited buzz of the massed crowds all around them, and the sunlight gifted for this early May festival heightened Jack’s already burgeoning anticipation.The waiting was almost over. All the care, all...

The Ostler and the Lady Chapter Four Thoroughbred

Seeing the twin horse-driven polished box-like carriage heading up the main drive, Jack Wetherly knew exactly what it contained. His heart gave a heave, knowing that this was his new challenge, arriving with two long-coated men sitting upfront. Excitedly, he called to Alf, his boss and mentor.Alf came hobbling out of the stable. Jack couldn’t help thinking how much slower on his feet the older man had become. He was due to retire soon and that was why Jack had been appointed. But this new...

Boarding School

My name is Paul Davies; I have a friend, just one friend who shares a room with me. His name is Thomas, Thomas Alverton. He is funny, bright, and intelligence seems to be his middle name, unlike me of course. I am out of place to say the least. In fact, I am not sure what I am doing here in this school.Where’s here? Dunstandale Boarding School for boys.I arrived on my sixteenth birthday and have been here six months now. My father works abroad, somewhere in Eastern Asia. He’s an engineer on the...

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