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The Slave Mistress Chapter 24

January 19, 2021 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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he Autumn had been mild after a hot Summer.  The gardens that Laun was being escorted through showed signs that heat and lack of rain had been hard on the flowers and trees.  Though it was not a delicate bloom that Laun was seeking that afternoon.

There was a small house on the estate in the middle of the gardens.  A few rooms surrounded by well tended shrubs making a maze for those unfamiliar with the paths.  She passed a fountain at one corner, a statue at an intersection and then a bench with the woman that Laun was there to see.

Baroness Fairhaven stood, putting the sewing in her hand by where she had been sitting.  The black dress loosely flowed from her shoulders, the lacings down the front more for show than for fitting.  She held out her hand and Laun took it up, kissing the back of the hand before coming to attention as an officer in uniform Blacks should.  Jessi blushed and waived Laun to her side, starting to walk the rest of the way to the small house.

“My condolences at the loss of your Husband, Baroness.”  Laun’s voice had nothing of sympathy or the sweetness she often heard when others were saying the same words.

Jessi smiled and bowed her head to Laun, saying, “Thank you, your Highness.  It was a blow, but not...unexpected.”  She looked up and the women both had glints in their eyes above the smiles on their lips.

Laun was expected and a small meal was laid out on a small table next to a low, wide couch.  It made Laun smile thinking of what had been done to her on a similar couch, and what she hoped would be happening soon.

The women sat on the couch, Laun taking her leather cap from her head and putting it on a small protrusion from an upright holding the roof over the open area.  Laun took the offered goblet, smiling at the golden liquid.

“I see that you have caught a taste for the Dumonde brew.”

Jessi smiled and Laun saw just a hint of a blush.  “I made the acquaintance of one of the brothers in charge.  He...gifted me with a few casks.”

“All the better for today, Lady.”  Laun looked at her host over the rim of the goblet and they drank at the same time. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 37

October 16, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Laun had not been in Lady Hellon’s rooms since being back.  It had started to be stripped out because of her death, but it still had much in it that Laun remembered.

Gismar went right to the hidden area.  Laun remembered something about it from when she was very young and almost remembered the latch.  Gismar showed her where it was and Laun unlocked the door.

The chests in the small room were stacked to the rafters.  Some had different noble devices on them, some were painted with plain colors.  None seemed to have actual locks on them.  Gismar was kind and pulled the chests and containers from in the small area out into the room.

“I know you are already doing this, but if you could inventory everything for me...”

He nodded.  And then he opened one chest in particular to show Laun.

She recognized the clothing in there immediately.  Her mother would wear it when Lady Hellon insisted that she be at her side for something.  It was beautiful, a deep red velvet with trim that made it look like flames were going up the sleeves.  And it was heavy.  Laun took it out of the chest and saw for the first time that it had a light warnetting sewn into the inside.

“I remember seeing your mother once in this, right before she died.”  He put a gentle hand on Laun’s arm.  “No one else ever wore it after that.” »Read More

Kiss her hand

March 15, 2012 / posted in Stories / No Comments

Have you ever read or seen a movie about Cyrano de Bergerac?  He was an actor and noted soldier from the Renaissance.  He is best known for his large nose which he thought kept women away from him, though he was quite romantic.  He coached a man to capture the attentions of the woman de Bergerac loved.  Romantic, and tragic.

I was in a similar situation.

There was this woman who I adored and saw almost every day.  She worked in a store across from the one I worked at in the mall.  She would wear the short skirts and tight shirts that her clothing store sold, making my studious suits seem frumpy when she glanced my way.  I watched her for over six months before I approached her in the food court.  That was awkward and she giggled, but she smiled at me when she would pass my store.  It brightened my day every time.

One of my co-workers saw Clara(no, she wasn’t called Roxane) and he fell in lust.  He could not see the wonder that she had within her.  He could not imagine the humor I had seen.  He saw the short skirts and tight shirts and wanted to bang her.

Tim whined at me until I straight out told him to just go and talk to her.  The asshole did.  Tim is tall and handsome and has a chest bigger than me. »Read More

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