The trouble with Summer is that the smallest chink in the curtains lets in a blazing shaft of light as soon as the sun comes up. Unfortunately for Susanna, the chink in her room’s curtain, this morning, aligned exactly between the sun and her sleepy eyes. Feeling that someone had come into her room and thrown on the lights, to spite her, Susanna’s first waking action was to curl into a ball and pull the duvet over her hea...

Queen Samira, pampered and worshiped since birth, sighed in boredom. In a shallow bath the length of an entire commoner’s home, she leaned back near the edge. A servant clothed in little but a sheer cotton loincloth placed a plush cushion before her head could hit the sharp edge. The water steamed around her, fragrant water soaking into her skin and making her ample bosom bounce lightly as it reached just under her armpit...

Not long ago, after many years spent at a prestigious university as a professor of ancient languages and antiquities, I made a striking discovery that you might like to be made aware of. I found a new language that came from the ancient world. This new language is identical to the script of many ancient languages but the meaning of some words is very different. For example, I came upon a classic tale (known throughout the...

The one thing more potent than her zesty juices that rained over my face to soak my dirty blonde locks, was the way she cussed. There was something about the manner in which Minty swore that turned me on. When driven by desire alone, there was no pretence. No aristocratic role to fulfil. Nobody to impress except me, grinding her perfectly smooth, wet sex against my mouth as if pleasure was the only thing in the world that...

I walked into a small meditation room that was draped in soft pastels, flute music droned from an invisible speaker nearby. As I expected, a small indoor water fountain was plugged into a nearby socket and spewed recycled liquid tranquility. I was about to meet the great spirit Marguerite, a long dead, fifteenth century Queen as channeled via a forty-something housewife turned psychic, named Paula.Paula was quietly quirky...

It was a night fit for a queen and king,The evening we shared everything.We held nothing back,We revealed it all,We shared our dreams,Both big and small.As naked as December's trees,sans ice and snow and Autumn's leaves,we laid together face to face,in a very sweet and special place,for a touch and taste of all we were,as she held me as I held her.As she held me as I held her,emotions deep inside did stir,She was the sea....

My love for you is simple Impossible to describe A single touch from you Ignites me deep inside Straight to my core Making me beg for more The lust in my eyes As your fingers brush my thighs No way to disguise The longing in my sighs If you be my deserving King I will be your rewarding Queen A whimpering plea Hands roaming free Our primal urgency Take me Baby, please As I fall to my knees You know what I need To taste you...

Who was that just now?She jumped inside my headWhispering little liesDragging me out of bedDid you see her?Did you hear her?What was it that she said?If you choose to listenShe’ll forever spin her web. Does she look familiar?Have you seen those eyes before?Have you read the songs she writes?Is she one you can ignoreWhen life becomes a boreAnd you want something moreOr you are wondering what it’s all for?She is knocking on...