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As I glance into the large oval bronze-gilded mirror that is decorating my room, I notice the cute facial features of someone you would probably describe as innocent and naive, with my almost round cheekbones and slightly upturned nose. Together with my pouty lips it is almost making it too hard for me not to look flirty, even when I don't intend to do so. So I usually acted in a way that people would probably think of as being shy, as a way of tipping people off, even though I got a pretty...
FantasyWhile the vessel was being manoeuvred into her berth, watched by a huge crowd ashore, Matt wondered if his father would casually ask him, ‘Did you happen to bump into a Martha Bridger?’ Matt had been away for two years and 344 days, according to his mother. If he had any misgivings about his parents being less that enthusiastic about seeing their son again he was mistaken. His father had tears in his eyes and his mother was almost hysterical. Patricia was glad to have him back again, home in...
End of the DynastyI shouldn't have been there. If the samurai guards had seen me, they would have killed me on the spot, even though I was just a little girl. The common people were not allowed on the sacred grounds of our God, the Emperor. But gods meant very little to me, and anything was better than another day cutting up fish for the market. So when I heard the sound of proclamations being made in the seppuku garden, I hid from my brothers and snuck through the hole in the fence where the...
London. September 1831. ‘Requests’ from members of the Royal Family are never refused, although for the life of me I could not understand why I was forced to endure the College of Arms interlude. Why not a direct order from the C in C, without the need of all that tomfoolery, and ‘maladroits’, and whatever? Mimi was overjoyed when I informed her we were to be the travelling companions of the Duchess of Kent and Princess Alexandrina. “Mollie’s and Caroline’s futures are now assured, Jacques....
INTRODUCTION Pandora was a population of mythical alien creatures .They were the original inhabitants of the planet pluto . But they received a curse from their gods for trying to conquer the universe .The curse was that the females of the race was completely wiped out .These alien creatures were shape shifters and can turn into anything. Their king was cronos who lost his hope in the survival of their race . THE HOPE A burning space craft bolted across the sky and crashed into pluto....
CHAPTER 9 The honeymooners returned to find the drought had broken, and the land throughout the Province of Marlborough at the top eastern end of the South Island of New Zealand was slowly regaining its greenness. Next morning, at their first morning tea as a household of three, Matt had just sat down. Patricia was pouring tea to eat with their scones when they heard the Land Rover arriving. Matt was itching to go. Casually he said, ‘That’ll be Art bringing the Rover back for me. I’ll...
CHAPTER 17 Fifteen months later when Reece returned home with Courtney from her lawyer, he was a very rich man, subject to transfers of titles and some other routine documentation. He felt pleased, but not elated. In fact, except for a slight feeling that he could now afford to be more decisive in life, it was quite remarkable how unchanged he felt. He shrugged, and went into the office while Courtney busied herself with her thoughts while preparing a celebratory meal for two. Patricia was in...
CHAPTER 12 Anticipating another dry summer in 1979, hinted by abnormal wind direction patterns, and with his commercial investments and ambitions decreasing his interest in farming, Matt has his entire extended Faraway farming property re-surveyed and put up for sale apart from 2000 acres of the original Strathmore Farm on the valley floor and upper terraces extending up to just beyond his manager’s house. The real estate agency engaged by Matt to sell the 37,700 acres predicted considerable...
CHAPTER 11 Being the only child in a home with paths and a long driveway it was natural that Reece had spent a lot of time on his tricycle with trainer wheels and then graduating into riding without those outriggers and then into ‘a real bicycle!’ as he called in when getting his first two-wheeler. For his fourteenth birthday Reece received a racing cycle, he was ecstatic. ‘Now you keep off the roads, just ride on the footpaths as you have been doing with your other bike,’ Courtney ordered. ...
CHAPTER 14 In the spring of 1986 local body elections were held throughout the country. There was more than usual interest in the mayoralty contest in the Miranda District, a two-candidate race. Anyone coming into the town could have been forgiven for thinking the incumbent mayor was being elected unopposed. Posters of an artist-enhanced photo of him were visible throughout the commercial area and were scattered around the rural district as well. A huge banner of Mayor Rowlands was stretched...
CHAPTER 7 By the end of May work on reconstruction of the Curtis homestead was underway. Three weeks earlier, Matt had returned from the farm early on Monday afternoon after he was advised by phone the building permit had come through and work would start immediately. He found building contractor Max Mead already seated inside the house rolling a cigarette after having completed a walk-through. Houses in the country were rarely locked when occupants left the property. Matt had used Max and...
{Odessen} In the Eternal Alliance Base are the Eight Outlanders led by Their Commander, Darth Imperious. But in the Cantina is The Last Grand Champion of the Great Hunt, Tor Lok, who is trading War Stories with Fellow Mandalorians Khomo Fett, Torian Cadera, and Mand'alor the Avenger. Tor is the Founder of the ExoGeneral Corp, and the Former Champion and Right Hand of Mand'alor the Vindicated, and Public Enemy Number one for the Republic's Most Wanted list. Whereas in the Force Enclave is Darth...
Wth Peace Restored and The Eternal Alliance now the dominant Galactic Power in the Galaxy, a New Leader is Required to lead Zakuul, and based on a popular Vote Jango Cadera The only person who has killed Valkorion's Physical Body and Lived has been Chosen, as one of the Eight Outlander's he was chosen as the Successor of Vaylin, but he is yet to accept, due to obvious reasoning. And now Zakuul faces a unique threat, its old Pantheon of Gods, Tyth was Destroyed, and the Alliance had cautiously...
I went into a Chinese restaurant one day for lunch, my waitress walked up and smiled, hi I’m Jing, what would you like today?I stared into her dark brown eyes, they were so beautiful. Oh umm can I have a soda I’m still looking the menu over. I watched her walk away, floored of how adorable she was. Her shiny black hair accentuated her diamond shaped face, her body tiny, she stood 5’ 6 weight 109 pounds. Her figure was small, with small breasts 29-22-31 / 34A breasts. I was in love. I watched as...
Chapter 1 The bell sounded, marking the end of second period. Mitch Bowen packed away his books and notebook, then slung his backpack on from behind his desk. Classes had so far been fairly difficult, and he was already looking forward to lunch, which was, unfortunately, several periods off. His thoughts about the rest of the day were suddenly interrupted by a chime from the PA system. ?Mitchell Bowen, please report to the headmistress’s office,? said a pleasant girl’s...
Part 2 of Sweet Smell of Lust Copyright© 1995-2003 There was a young lad name of Durcan Who was always jerkin' his gherkin. His father said, "Durcan! Stop jerkin' your gherkin! Your gherkin's for ferkin', not jerkin'. SSoL 2: I They were called pheromones. Virginia sat in her old high school library and continued to research, hoping to find something that gave her a way out of the life she now led. She had found many references to animals being controlled by scent but none that...
NOTE: They used to talk about Stagedoor Johnnies, the men who hung around theaters with flowers and candy for the showgirls. Then women and girls got liberated and got horny, and they called the starstruck ones groupies. But there are some of us who call ourselves by another name. We are drawn to a special class of classy ladies, to those mature beauties who appreciate a man who appreciates a vintage affair. We call ourselves the silver surfers. And this is one of our stories. Ian M.,...
Samael had a meeting scheduled with a woman named Vanessa Rovencroft in a week’s time. She all but begged him not to do anything impulsive and wait until they had their meeting. So he did. He promised and waited patiently. On the outside at least. Inside he was a nervous wreck. The expectations he had from himself were high. Samael made sure he was well prepared. Reading and studying anything. A little excessive. Finally, his father made him stop and take a step back. Breathe and focus....
“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win,” Sun Tzu Samael van Ryn was exiting from the airport. The rustle and bustle of Paris, the city of Love, was something that made him gape in awe. The scents were quite different than red stained mountains of Mars. The movies of old always romanticize the city and the people living in it. Protagonist would come, new to the town, and then meet a vixen; go to bunch of weird...
Drip. Drip. Drip. The water kept him from sleeping. At first he could tune it out, but eventually it was everything he could hear. Drip. Drip. Drip. Water drips hit the floor repeatedly. Small puddle already formed on the floor. The droplets broke the surface and echoed in his head. Dripping. Dripping. Dripping. Constantly. All the time. Minutes turned to hours. He counted. Claude tried to count. At least to break the monotony of the dripping. But eventually hours turned to days. He...
“This is it?” he asked as he closed the door. The smell of cigars and sweat was heavy in the air. Trombone was slowly playing a low tune at the podium. The people were oblivious to the sad sound as they nursed the drinks of their choice or talked with their companions. Bartender was behind the bar amusing guests, handing out drinks or making sure everyone had his ear as he moved left to right. The woman’s low voice was barely heard as she quietly said, “Yes.” She avoided to look the old man...
June – July 1824. Chateau Blanchard, Nr Valenciennes. I did as advised by Callum Keane, and the day after his departure I got from my bed for three hours, spent mostly sat on a chaise longue entwined with Mimi. Gradually my strength returned, and a week after returning to Blanchards I made my way around the château courtyard, assisted by Francois Truffaut the estate’s steward. During our perambulation I noticed the rundown appearance of many of the buildings. I pointed out the neglect to...
June-- July 1824. Château Blanchard Nr Valencienne. Flanders We had suggested that our wedding guests arrive some days prior to the wedding, and Chloe and Armand, with their son Marcel and his wet-nurse, arrived a week before the ceremony. Mimi and Chloe exchanged a long loving embrace when they met. I confess I had been somewhat uneasy at a meeting between them after hearing Mimi’s disdain that Chloe was not breast feeding her son but employed a wet-nurse for the task. When I mentioned to...
The 24th of November, 1825, was my thirty fifth birthday, and also the fifth anniversary of the burning of Hungerford Hall and the deaths of my family. Naturally the birthday celebration was subdued. Mimi and I intended spending the night in the Dower House, where the sounds of our coupling would not be heard by the inhabitants of the château, unless they had their bedroom windows open, which would be a highly unlikely event in the depths of a Flanders winter. We had finished supper and were...
After some early misgivings Mimi had finally agreed to us renting or buying a property in the Grantham area and enrolling Jean–Woodrow at The King’s School. As yet we had not travelled to England as Mimi was adamant that until our twin girls were fully weaned they would not be exposed to coach or sea travel. Thus, it was not until May of 1826 that the family set out for England. During the preceding two years I had kept in touch with my sister and the Slades, and Zinnia was searching the area...
May 1826. London. It was decided, between Mimi and Amy, that the Greenaway family should spend at least a week in London before heading north to Grantham. I of course acquiesced to whatever the ladies proposed. Even after less than two years of married life I knew better than to go against the wishes of my wife – and those of my former mistress. Amy spent the week showing Mimi and the children the sights of London, including some of the more fashionable dressmakers, while I dealt with the...
The Pig in a Poke Tavern sits at the junction of Brompton Road, Sloane Street, and Knights Bridge Road, as the Great Western Road is known in the area. Boris was already seated when I arrived. After a hearty handshake I sat down at the table and we enjoyed a convivial few hours of eating and drinking, besides catching up on what each of us had been doing since last meeting at Livorno in 1823. The note written by Boris had included the information, ‘The Pig in a Poke does the best mutton...
September 3rd 1826. Monmouth House. London We had returned from Grantham the previous evening, Jean-Woodrow was enrolled as a day boy at The King’s School and had remained behind. Mimi shed a few tears when we left him, but knew it was for the best. The Allens were only too happy to have their grandson stay with them, and John Renoir Blanchard Allen, as he was entered on the school register, was already friends with many of those boys of the town who would now be his school companions. We...
January 1826 – October 1828. Flanders and England Between 1826 and 1831 Mimi and I, with our children, made two visits each year to England. On each occasion, we were invited to Kensington Palace for afternoon tea. I deemed it impolite, possibly even lese–majesty, to refuse such a Royal Command, and consequently Mollie and Caroline became close friends with Princess Alexandrina. At first the princess thought herself too old to play with the twins, but over time the three girls would play,...
July 1829. London. To celebrate our five years of marriage I decided to buy Mimi a pendant with a heart shaped locket, inscribed with a suitable text demonstrating my undying love for her. She accompanied me to Mordecai Rothstein’s jewellery shop in Hatton Gardens; although not a goldsmith Mordecai would know the most skilled of that trade. After introducing Mimi to Mordecai, I asked him to recommend a goldsmith to supply me with a locket and pendant. Before he could reply Mimi, who was...
London 10th September 1831 As well as being responsible for the granting of new coats of arms, the College of Arms maintains registers of arms, pedigrees, genealogies, Royal Licences, changes of name, and flags, and advises on all matters relating to the peerage and baronetage, precedence, honours and ceremonial. My previous visit to the building had been when tracking down the owner of a coat of arms seen on the black coach that attempted to run me down at Wallers in 1819. The coach had...
Near Leamington Spa; on the Grand Junction Canal. April 1832. “And this gentleman is Captain Wilhelm Erzählenmann of the Prussian Third Hussars, on attachment to the Fourth Light Dragoons.” Captain Hutton, the officer in charge of the troop of cavalry assigned as escort to The Progress, stopped in front of a man who was the epitome of le beau sabreur. The Prussian was at least six feet tall, broad shouldered and narrow waisted, with thick dark curly hair, a fierce moustache, and deep-set...
Next morning Captain Wilhelm Erzählenmann was waiting on the towpath alongside Britannia at five minutes before nine. We set off, crossing the canal at a nearby bridge and rode the three miles into Leamington Spa. During the journey we chatted, mainly on military matters, although I was dying to ask whether he had spent the night with the Duchess. He occasionally gave a yawn, and I noticed what could be a love bite on his neck, only partly covered by his stock. Taking account of his general...
I did not find an opportunity to acquaint Captain Hutton with the reason Captain Erzählenmann was unable to name any of the Prussian officers at Ligny as the itinerary, so carefully constructed by clerks in the Home Office, was completely disrupted on orders of Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent. The sojourn at Mount Bank Hall by the Royal Party had been so successful that except for a couple of nights to be spent at Blandon Hall near Thornbury, two nights at Rougemont Manor near...
The day of the Loyal Address in Birmingham dawned bright, and the cloudless sky promised a warm, English spring morning. I heard birdsong as I rode along the towpath from Britannia towards the canal basin at Gas Street. However, as I approached the basin the odour of the canal and its surroundings intensified while the bird song slackened. Eventually there was no sound of birds, and I held a cloth to my nose to avoid choking on the stench. Foundries, textile mills, tanneries, and all manner...
Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent was furious, but even in her fury she radiated a regalness to be admired. .”I have never been so humiliated in all my life,” she said, her bosom heaving with anger. “There will be no more Loyal Addresses. I refuse to be placed in such an embarrassing situation again.” Sir John began, “But your Royal High...” She quelled him with an icy glare, which she then turned on me. “I blame you, Sir Elijah, for placing me in the demeaning position of having to...
“How far away would you judge the Abbey to be from us?” I said. Captain Hutton took a moment estimating the distance before replying. “I think somewhere near a furlong, no more than two hundred and fifty yards at the most.” The Royal Progress had reached the ancient city of Tewkesbury, and acting on plans drawn up after the affair at Birmingham, all Loyal Addresses were now given in surroundings more secure than the middle of a crowded city. Hutton and I were in the spacious grounds...
There is a particular ambience about an ancient place of worship, and the interior of Tewkesbury Abbey was no different. An amalgamation of incense, mildew, dust and sanctity, melded into a pervading atmosphere of divinity. Truman and I spoke in hushed tones. “We will determine if Captain Hutton is up in the tower. He came here to place a sentry on the roof. Perhaps he and... , “ I sought for the name of the missing trooper, and Truman delivered. “Titmus, Colonel. Frederick Titmus.” “Yes,...
“What on earth are you doing here, Callum?” I said. “On account of the letter you sent MI5 regarding a quasi-Prussian Hussar. We have been checking upon him and discovered he’s a wrong ‘un.” Callum’s gaze lingered on the torn sleeve of my tunic, ripped by the crossbow bolt. “I gather you have already found he is an imposter...” “Was an imposter. His body is in a room upstairs, along with that of Captain Hutton of the Fourth Light Dragoons.” “Talking of bodies, I found one of your men lying...
It was a sombre party that left Walton Grange the following morning. I gave an edited version of the previous day’s events before we left the Grange, and Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent was moved to tears when learning of the death of Captain Hutton, or perhaps it was learning of the death of the man she knew as Captain Wilhelm Erzählenmann. “I shall inform the King of Captain Hutton’s sacrifice, Sir Elijah.” She said. “Perhaps you could present the Petition from the Artisans of...
I was down at breakfast early next morning, although it took all my resolve to uncouple myself from a sleeping Mimi and leave the place and person that had conveyed me to paradise. That night Mimi demonstrated what she had promised earlier. I shall not describe what she did to me, suffice it to say I experienced delirious ecstasy, and was ridden to the limit of my sexual strength, before being rejuvenated by Mimi’s accomplished body, mouth, tongue, and hands. I went to a place I had never...
“Damned impressive wouldn’t you say, Colonel?” I had to agree with Rear-Admiral Nelson Miles. We had ridden to the edge of the Avon Gorge, a mile and a half long gash made through a ridge of limestone by the River Avon on its way to Avonmouth and the Bristol Channel. The sides of the gorge were practically sheer, with a mass of jagged rocks that over time had tumbled down the abyss, strewn along the banks of the River Avon. We allowed our horses to crop the lush grass as Miles pointed out...
The Party by DCRI was told to dress in a formal gown. This was very strange.Master usually took me to parties in the most revealing costume he had.I've been his slave for 4 years now, and never had such a request.I knelt before my Lord."Stand up, Little Cunt.", commanded master, "I want to see howbeautiful you look."I blushed. Master never called me beautiful. He knew I craved to beshamed.Master looked me over, as a groom inspects his bride. I blushed again.Since we've met, he's whipped,...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
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Incest Porn SitesThanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...