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 [...]
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 [...]
A double handful of flash-fics
that were the results of a challenge over at lit. The subjects rotate every ten fics, with the tenth person calling the next prompt. Some of them I was not able to limit myself to 100 words. I’ve gotten better with practice… Ratings; G to R, non-explicit sexual situations. Titles; faq
Such a strange coincidence, or is it unwitting plagarism?
I recently discovered Thomas Dekker and his collaborator Thomas Middleton. Notice- I said recently, as in the past few months. Dekker wrote a play called “Patient Grissill” and there’s a story about a Suffolk family that was saved from financial ruin by the discovery of a manuscript that they owned… well, anyway, he, and Middleton, [...]
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