Stories by Lutheran Maid

We have reached Naples and it is another port day. Watching Simon rise from the collection of blankets on our state room floor, and stretch uncomfortably after the night without a mattress, I can sense his despair. He hobbles (yes hobbles!) over to the window and parting the lace curtains looks...

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The afternoon tea on the lawn over, Alice shepherded the last of the guests from the door in the walled garden of the vicarage. Like all the rest of them this had been a fund raising event for charity and the women of the village had turned up with their plates of cakes and their bottles of...

Maybe you've never cruised the fenlands in England? They're a series of interconnected rivers and meres in East Anglia. They're plied by small cabin cruisers, intimate cabin cruisers. We hired ours for the week and waited having checked it over for our guests Richard and Louise. I didn't used to...

[I'm indebted to Frobisher's story, 'My new Mom' as an inspiration for this story. For a little while I've been playing with the idea of a polite, a conventional female good manners take on cuckolding sex, something that might appeal to other women too. I call them 'kittenish stories'. So into...

Carla, goodness, she was only eighteen still. Yet her head was older, her mind stronger, more assured than any other college girl that I had been out with. Carla was goddess beautiful too as well. Long flaxen blonde hair and a curvy figure, the sort designed to sell tight fitting jeans. Her...

Peter's mother is lovely, a benign smiling blue rinse hair woman of impeccable if conservative dress sense. I'd stopped by to have tea with 'Mama Margaret', dropped off there by Gunther. Riding on the back of Gunther's Harley Davidson I was of course wearing leathers, black skin tight leather...

Mistress Claire watched Thomas roll up his sleeve and allow the strap to go around his upper arm that would make his veins stand out. It was the second shot of three. The devotion potion she called it, although Doctor Linda had some sort of chemical name for it. Once Thomas had been her husband...

Smith was sure of it, Cassie was the nastiest little bitch on the whole island and his fucking niece was only 19. How you got to think like she did, to act in the way she did with the various serfs around the place, beggared Smith's imagination. At 19 you are still growing up and learning to be...

Merrick had a special place, down on the beach of Brownsea Island, beyond the lagoon where the birds waded through luxuriant frond jade water. To be honest, it wasn't much. Just a discreet spot, beyond the view of the main buildings run by that bitch Claire. In this spot, provided that no boat...