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Led by the Tampico, my new flagship for trading with Westland, the fourteen ships sailed with a cargo destined largely for Port Tampico. The ships carried carpenters, stonemasons, stonecutters, miners, cattle, pigs, and chickens. The livestock was from Granada and North Africa, so they were already used to hot weather. The cargo included another five hundred mounted archers, the same number of horses for Ocanizl, swords and crossbows for Ames, 5,000 Welsh bows, 200,000 silk bowstrings, and 400,000 sheaves of arrows. There were four wagons with ammo for the cannons and six pyrotechnic wagons aboard each ship. I included a message to Parker explaining that five hundred horses were my gift to Ocanizl for being such a good ally.
Parker had asked for men to turn lead ingots into thin sheeting to cover the hulls of their ships. That would eliminate the necessity to constantly careen the ships and coat the hull to protect them from the barnacles and wood-eating worms abundant in the warm, tropical waters. One of the students from the university had told Parker about the Romans doing the same thing long ago.
In addition to that cargo, there was still plenty of room for trade goods, and we filled every inch of the ships. My promise to Parker was that the next group of ships would have more trade goods and less equipment. Six weeks after the eight ships returned here, and four weeks after the seven ships arrived, ten ships loaded with trade goods sailed for Tampico. They carried weapons and iron goods to trade, and iron and steel ingots for the Tampico blacksmiths to use until they could find iron ore there.
The next shipment from Tampico arrived five months after the second group of ships left. The search for iron ore had turned up everything but. To date they had three more silver mines, two copper mines, a lead mine, a zinc mine, and a gold mine, and the cargo aboard the ships reflected it. There were updated maps, and more sketches of newly discovered islands, coastlines, and villages, and even one of the rapidly growing city of Port Tampico. The ships returning to Rouen weren’t all full, but Parker returned them knowing that we needed them to continue supplying Africa.
In addition, Parker forwarded a request from Qitzactl, the emperor of the Totonac Kingdom south of Tampico. When three of our ships stopped at a major Totonac village along the coast, they had asked the men to wait so their Emperor could come to personally greet the new strangers whose presence had been announced across the land for over a year now, and whose exploits had rapidly become legend.
The men waited, trading some of their cargo to natives from neighboring villages who had hurried there upon learning that the much whispered about, light-skinned traders had stopped there. The villagers brought the valuables they now knew these strangers sought in trade for the wondrous goods they brought. To make the goods more accessible to the villagers, we began accepting and using cacao beans, animal pelts, and feathers as currency in addition to the gems, pearls, gold, and silver we had originally sought.
Word of our alliance with the Huastec and of our quick and crushing defeat of the Xi’ui had spread quickly. When Emperor Qitzactl arrived a few days later, he asked Captain Groene, commander of the small flotilla, if he might be permitted to ally Totonicapán with us. Not knowing what the relationship between the Huastec and Totonac was or could be, Groene explained that he didn’t have the authority to make that decision, but promised to forward the request on to his ruler.
To entice them to return with more goods to trade, and hopefully to accept his offer to become allies, Qitzactl gave them a tract of land larger than Port Tampico where they could build a fort and trading post and plow fields to grow crops. It was located on a narrow stretch of coast near where several rivers formed dozens of lagoons before entering the sea. In honor of the odd bean pod (vanilla) harvested in the area by the Totonac, Groene named the new post Port Tlilxochitl, and promised Qitzactl that they would send settlers back soon to build a port.
Qitzactl and the advisors he brought with him spent the better part of his two-day stay querying each member of the expedition about their ruler. Fortunately, the members of the trading expedition had a few of their native wives with them to explain my complicated list of titles under three different rulers, as well as being a ruler in my own right. When asked, the men explained about my military exploits and why I had engaged in each. He was quite interest in why we built stone houses even for the slaves.
Groene explained that, in general, I was against slavery except for defeated enemies. While I did buy slaves, I usually freed them after eight years. When we bought slaves, we treated them more like servants than slaves, and on the one occasion that we sold slaves, they were defeated enemies we wanted to make an example of.
Then he asked Qitzactl if his people raised any animals. When Qitzactl answered that they did, Groene asked if they provided food and shelter to keep their animals safe. Again, Qitzactl said they did.
“Surely your slaves are more valuable than your animals?” Groene questioned--a question Qitzactl was still pondering when they left to return to Cempoala, his capital.
Carefully noting the position of the land given to them, and marking it by flying one of our flags between two trees near the beach, Groene continued south for another week following the coast, then east, then northeast, stopping and trading with the Maya whom they now met for the first time. Finally running out of goods to trade, they returned to Tampico by sailing northwest, hoping to discover some of the islands that seemed to be so numerous in these waters. They were disappointed at not finding any by the time they got back, but were excited to report Qitzactl’s desire to ally himself with us, his gift of the land, and about making contact with the Maya.
Parker sent word to Ocanizl about Qitzactl’s request, asking if he thought their two people could be allies. Ocanizl answered that it had been fifteen years since their two nations fought--back when the Totonac had tried unsuccessfully to take away some of the Huastec territory. He felt that, as long as Qitzactl vowed to direct any future attempts to expand his territory elsewhere, they could be allies.
The local natives met Groene’s return to Port Tlilxochitl with jubilation. Even though they had all heard the stories about the tame “man-beasts,” and some had even seen them, they watched nervously when the horses were unloaded from one of the three returning ships.
Groene’s ships left for Tampico two days later after a daylong celebration of their return to Port Tlilxochitl. Staying behind were a hundred archers and five hundred slaves from Tampico, many of whom had been taken from a Totonac city during Ocanizl’s retaliatory raid fifteen years ago. Parker felt they would make good ambassadors with the Totonac people, able to vouch for the way our people treated them. In addition, they would be able to help bridge any language gaps.
When the three ships returned to Port Tlilxochitl a month later with food, cacao beans to use for trade, and 1,500 more slaves, the engineer had a site selected, and a wooden palisade was under construction. They had completed a corral and planted fields both near the settlement and across the lagoon on the huge tract of flat, fertile land that had been given to them.
Some of the slaves went out every day in the four fishing boats they had brought from Tampico. Some of the archers hired a couple of hunters from the nearby village to guide them out into the jungle to supplement their diet with fresh game. Given a choice between cacao beans and meat, the village’s hunters chose game for their pay.
Qitzactl had arrived nearly a week after the first group returned, bringing food, and young female slaves as gifts for the men. Qitzactl watched, rapt, as the men rapidly tilled the soil using horses and plows. When he left, each of our men except for the male slaves had one of the girls as a companion.
My wives and I debated the request for the better part of a day before making a final decision. The question wasn’t whether I’d go, but which, if any, of them would go with me. Ihuicatl and Xochitl would go and help teach me their native language on the trip over--not that I’d had much luck with any of the other languages my wives had tried to teach me.
Margaret, Abby, Claire, Anne, Isabella, Gisela, and Mei would accompany me. They were chosen simply because they weren’t pregnant (that we knew of) and didn’t have a newborn infant to care for. That left plenty of wives, concubines, and servants to look after governing, business, and the rest of the children. Always ready for an adventure, Zhou went with us to provide any necessary medical assistance. Two of his numerous assistants accompanied us, planning to stay there.
Each of the wives who accompanied me pulled out their own custom-fit Damascus steel chain mail armor, Mongol bow, and Samurai sword. “We figured it’s only fair. We insist that you wear your armor when you’re anywhere that there could be fighting,” Margaret explained while Abby’s mouth made sure that their favorite part of my anatomy was ready for the night’s festivities.
We sailed from Agadir a month later. Ten brand new warehouses now augmented the dozen that had already been supplying West Africa and ten more were being built. Each warehouse had three floors. Each floor was full of rooms the exact size of the holds in the ships so we had the cargo arranged well before the ships arrived. That allowed us to utilize the limited space as efficiently as possible. A wide walkway along the front of each floor of the warehouse allowed the cargo to be loaded from any floor of the warehouse directly into the hold of the ship.
New stone wharves stretched into the ocean just south of the city to make loading and unloading much easier. Items to be loaded were rolled out of the warehouse next to the ship, lifted with a capstan-powered winch or a block and tackle manned by several men, and then lowered into the hold. The newest wharves had six winches for loading each huge new junk-style ship. Barrels of water were transported in by mule cart or small sailing vessel from wells along the Sous River a few miles to the south. That helped to avoid depleting the wells in town. The Sous was one of the rivers Anuk had built dams on. Hundreds of thousands of acres along the last fifty miles of the river were under cultivation to provide food for the people of Agadir, food for the surrounding villages, and food for trade and for re-supplying our ships.
In addition, they grew and processed sugar cane, the sugar being refined and then transported back to Europe when our ships returned with their wealth from the West Coast of Africa. The original, albeit much-improved fishing port was still there just to the north for the fishing fleet to use. All the food used to re-supply our ships was produced in the Maghreb: dried fruits, dried fish, smoked and salted meat, citrus, nuts, and the flour that was made into hard tack.
The new warehouses were constantly refilled with food and salt, as well as iron goods, copper, swords, and crossbows from all over Europe and the Mediterranean. Those were for us to take to the new lands for trading, as well as for trading along the African coast. Of course, merchants from other countries that we purchased products from still thought that we were taking all the goods to Africa and were happy to sell us more goods.
We did keep a wary eye on the quality of the goods from outside sources, knowing that there was always someone willing to try to sell inferior goods. By now, independent captains everywhere knew us well enough to keep accurate records of what goods they got from different merchants. We refused to trade with anyone trying to cheat us or anyone else, and notified the homeport of anyone we caught. If we felt there were too many dishonest merchants in a given port, we threatened to have our ships embargo the port, including not allowing their goods or ships into our ports.
Speaking of honesty, in an effort to make sure each monarch that I paid taxes to received their fair due; I divided GRTC into six smaller holdings. GRTCR covers all taxes collected in my English holdings and pays the appropriate taxes to London. GRTCG does likewise for Grenada, paying tax to Sebastian for goods manufactured or sold in Castile. GRTCE covers my Egyptian lands, GRTCA my own lands in Africa, GRTCP covers everything from Persia, and GRTCU everything from Eastern Europe. All goods brought to Agadir were “sold” on paper to GRTCA at the usual price they would sell for in the rest of Europe or the Mediterranean. The exorbitant profit we made selling them along the west African coast or in Westland would all go to GRTCA where there were no taxes to pay.
Four more of the new, large ships for Westland had been completed in the shipyards of New Aragon. I had to laugh at the last Kings’ Council when some of them claimed that their merchants were complaining that our ships were hurting their shipping business. I reminded them that my ships carried almost exclusively my cargo, only taking on other cargo in the rare instances when they had room.
Often, we ended up shipping some of our cargo on their merchants’ ships when our ships were full, or we didn’t have a ship available. Besides, every major port had either recently begun or finished an expansion, or was in the middle of one right now because their ports were now so busy--and I had financed most of the expansions for the same terms I got in London. Their merchants were just whining, wanting a bigger share of the cargo we carried for ourselves.
Carrying five hundred more archers and two thousand extra horses for Ames to use to train more cavalry from among the slaves, we set sail from Agadir with the rest of the holds full of weapons and trade goods. With nine women to entertain me, and I them, the five-week trip wasn’t terribly boring. Ihuicatl and Xochitl were confident that I wouldn’t embarrass myself or insult anyone if I stuck with the simple phrases they had finally managed to teach me.
We had a new navigation tool the mathematicians at the university had come up with in a collaborative effort. Parker had complained about the difficulty of fixing their position while at sea even when trading along the African coast, so I offered a sizeable reward to the staff at the university if they came up with a solution. We already equipped our ships with the best available instruments to find latitude; the new instrument would be to find longitude, or at least a close approximation.
Astronomers had long ago noted that they could predict the positions of celestial bodies. The moon was the hardest since the orbit was elliptical, not round. Still, mathematicians finally refined their equations so their predictions were accurate. Hundreds of mathematicians from both universities had crunched numbers and then verified their results. Finally, they published a set of daily tables for the position of the sun, moon, Mars, Venus, and nine stars, as well as tables of lunar distances. With the book of these tables, mariners could fix their longitude to within a quarter of a degree longitude, which was 17.25 miles.
To test their calculations they had one of our ships sail east in the Mediterranean until they saw the correct lunar angle they had been assigned to measure. When they reached that point, they turned directly north and ended up almost exactly in the port at Malaga, as well as the next seven ports the ship was scheduled to visit.
Satisfied and very excited when it worked, they worked feverishly, employing even more mathematicians to calculate the positions and lunar angles to allow accuracy to a sixteenth of a degree longitude, or about four and a third miles. The tables covered the area from Batumi--the easternmost port on the Black Sea--to the Mali Islands.
After estimating that the new lands were between 5,000 and 7,000 miles to the west, they began expanding the table. Using observations provided by Xun from his next trip, they calculated that the farthest reaches of Japan were almost exactly halfway around the globe from the Mali Islands. The data our current trip provided showed that there was still roughly a quarter of the globe left to explore between Japan and Westland. We again wondered if the ocean reported to be a five to six-week journey west of the Huastec capital might be the same ocean Xun sailed through visiting China and Japan, or if there was yet another undiscovered land mass out there.
Captains visiting our trading posts in the southernmost part of Africa had reported that the tables didn’t work there; the stars in the sky south of the equator were different than the stars north of the equator. Astronomers were dispatched to study the problem. They spent more than a year studying the Southern heavens, re-working calculations for seven stars, the sun, moon, Mars, and Venus. Not surprisingly, the astronomers made sure they were assigned to Khoi to do their observations, and took thorough advantage of the opportunity to search for diamonds on their sixth workday each week.
We took two astronomers with us to do precise calculations once we reached Tampico. They and the two scribes we took made several more copies of the tables that we had hastily assembled into books for our trip. I wanted each of our ships going to or already in Westland to have a copy of the tables to be able to more accurately pinpoint the location of islands, land sightings, our trading posts, tribes we traded with, and the individual villages we stopped at. It would help us assemble a more accurate map of this new land, as well as the fastest and safest routes there, and home.
Stopping first at Tampico, the archers and their horses continued on to Port Tlilxochitl with my request for Lt. Ames to let Qitzactl know I would be there to meet with him in two weeks. Unsure what Qitzactl wanted, I first wanted to get a feel for the new land and the Huastec people. I was surprised to find almost two hundred of the taller slaves training with the longbows I’d sent. While still not at the same level of expertise as our main force of archers, they were accurate to 250 yards already. In addition, a group of slaves were training as Iberian cavalry outside of town, and actually looked comfortable and competent on the horses.
Parker showed me his best maps of the area, pointing out where the captured Xi’ui cities were. Noting our interest in gold and silver, the Xi’ui had told us of several places where they occasionally mined the minerals. Parker had already sent the geologists, several miners, and some of the Xi’ui who knew the locations of the mines to check each location.
The lead workers we brought over found their workplace ready for them to pound the lead into thin sheets for the ships built here. The men we brought to run the smelters came with us to the mining district to train the natives how to smelt ore more efficiently into ingots or to better combine copper and zinc ore to make brass ingots to send to Port Tampico. They did the smelting at each mine to avoid transporting large amounts of raw ore. Gravel, slag, and crushed stone from the mining and smelting was being put to use building new roads, or improving and expanding existing roads to make wagon travel easier. They used locally quarried stone to build homes for the workers and walls around the towns and mines, or shipped it downriver from the hills to the port for building there.
After taking a day to check out Tampico, I left for the Huastec capital with an escort of a hundred archers. We were welcomed happily at every village and town through which we traveled. The leaders of each town thanked me for everything we were doing. The mines traded with them for food, paying them in ore or cacao beans, which they were able to trade for iron tools at Tampico. Many of their young men now worked in the mines, and women and older children worked in the mining village providing support for the miners while earning additional cacao beans for their own families. They even appreciated the improvements to the roads, as we frequently shortened routes by several miles when our engineers cut across the side of a mountain using their newest tool, black powder, to make the job easier.
We received a royal welcome in the Huastec capital, although everyone was surprised to see my wives, and especially surprised to see my wives riding horses. With Ihuicatl staying with me to translate, my wives quickly disappeared along with Ocanizl’s wives, taking Xochitl with them to translate. Ocanizl thanked me for the gift of the horses and again pledged his support as an ally. I brought up the request by Qitzactl to ally with us.
“The decision is yours,” I told Ocanizl. “I have no idea how the Huastec and Totonac people get along. If you agree, I will require them to promise that there will be no attacks on the Huastec people. If they break their word, we will fight by your side against them,” I promised.
He reiterated that the Totonac hadn’t attacked them since the last failed raid fifteen years ago. “We have excellent lands for raising crops, and have more food than other tribes do. More food means we have more people; more people means we have more warriors. The tribes to the north of us are scattered and nomadic, so they are no threat. The ocean is to our east, and the Totonac to the south. That means we only have to defend the western border of our territory. Other kingdoms must defend every border and cannot raise as many warriors as we are able to, so they rarely attack us anymore. When they do, we attack one of their cities and take everyone and everything to enrich ourselves, and to make it harder for them to attack us again. The Tlaxcala and Otomie have left us alone for several years. The only trouble we had recently was from the Xi’ui and your men easily defeated them,” Ocanizl explained happily.
“Then I will go to Qitzactl after I leave here and talk with him. If he agrees to my conditions, I will agree to have him as an ally. I found in my own land that when the nations stopped fighting, they got richer than they did trying to take land and riches from each other. Men aren’t constantly dying in wars so they have more people who spend more time growing food and making goods to trade.” Ocanizl nodded his agreement. I also asked about the Maya since we’d made contact with them. They hadn’t made any requests yet that I was aware of, but it could just be a matter of time. Again, he had no problem as long as the Maya agreed to turn any attempts at expanding their empire to the south or west. I’d have to specify to them not to attack the Totonac, either.
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Fetish Porn SitesAbsinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...
After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...
kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestThelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
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He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...