Griffin and Jess
Even though I have the story spoken of down below- even though I actually have it mapped out- what am I writing? I’m writing a second encounter between Jessamine and Griffin. It finally occurred to me, that poor Griff never got her rocks off that night. And Jess’s daddy Gloria is a poking, prodding, prying [...]
Ballad 7; All That Are In My Mind
Roll Over Sunlight was come, Lina was gone. But my leash once again padlocked me to the bedframe, what a lovely way to start a morning. Will came busting in, and I sat up in alarm, naked and with my knife not to hand. He handed me a mug of sugary coffee, which I drank [...]
Ballad 6; Give me A Harder one
Give Me A Harder One I undressed her. All the way to the skin, this time. Her wheatstraw hair glittered in the lantern light, as did the down on her arms and legs, and her wheaten pubes. There was a lot of muscle on her, under all that fluffery. I wasn’t too surprised; I’d felt [...]
Ballad 5; Nothing But What I need
The Waiting Game And so we napped, back at her tent. Of course, she pegged out on her bed, while I lay on the floor, a chain between my neck and the tent pole, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I’d lay wager that I snored in my repose, till the Crier [...]
Ballad 4; A Man Of Honor
I Mean To Have My Poppet “Seek we out the Stage Master, now,” my Lady said. “Mind thou bendeth thy knee.” “I can’t pay her a thing, Lina,” that dignified personage growled. “He seeks no pay, Jacob,” Lady Helena smiled sweetly. “I ask only a night pass, and supper.” “Not breakfast, too?” “Nay sir, I [...]
Ballad 2; The Seven of Cups
What Hasn’t Changed “You’re looking good, girl,” I told her after she had locked her little caravan up, and we strolled towards the dell. “Do you think so? I’ve put on weight, and it’s all flab, not like you.” She tucked her arm into mine, in the old, confiding gesture. “Tisn’t flab, my dear. There’s [...]
Ballad 3; Mad Moll Laughs
A Slip In The Plot Behind the Main Stage, I followed her into a dressing room, where she took my shoulders in her hands, turned me bodily and threw me up against the rough wall. I could do little but gape, as she came after me, buffeting me in her skirts. She reached up to [...]
Sarabande, Ch. 12
Stella lay back, staring at the candle flames and tried to go to sleep, but there was no sleep in this unfamiliar place, where the walls shook and rumbled with the force of the music above. She was saved from solitude when the blond girl walked in. “Hello, you are still here?” The girl wandered [...]
Ballad 1; Her Brother’s Breeches
Her Brother’s Breeches Sage and chaparral, mown grass, a hint of the ocean; I tramped along the dusty footpath, and breathed in the sweet smells around me. Wood smoke and roasting meat, good old musk incense, all welcomed me back, along with the brave pennants flying in the breeze, and the sounds of laughter, song [...]
Meeting Robby
…Three things occurred to me. One was that, however fine a woman I am, I don’t usually get teenage succubi staring sweetly into my eyes with no effort on my part. Another was that this kid had more than kissed the Blarney stone- He must have chewed a piece right off…