09/24/2024
I knew without need to turn and look that He had entered the tavern this warm June eve. Perhaps twas the way my nearly waist length-tousled mane of gold now grated across my bare back or the immediate surge of honey at the cleft between my legs when his virile scent filled my head. I gulped down more of the …
09/24/2024
It was a hot day, and hotter still beneath the many layers of armor Dahala wore. Her polished plate mail armor attracted the sun, and while it reflected its light it trapped the heat and baked her within. Under the mail, she wore a tight leather shirt, smooth yet sticky against her skin. She loved the feel of leather, but …
09/11/2024
It has been more then a forthnight since Lord Russell rode across the drawbridge of Castle Bowdoin. Lady Margaret still a vivid picture, standing with her forest green gown mostly covered by a heavy dark green cape. Her hood pushed down on the back, hair blowing in the windy snow. The hem of her gown […]