1. The Bound Queen - A Halloween Story


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Male Domination, Spanking, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 83.6, Source: sexstories.com

    century– including one that is still around that chronicles the life of Julius Caesar. The other Gaius Suetonius wasn’t quite so tranquil. Gaius Suetonius Paulinus was a bad-ass Roman general who is primarily known for being a bloodthirsty son of a bitch and for ruthlessly putting down the last of the great Celtic rebellions against Roman rule in the British Isles. To my amazement, and to my eventual publishers’ great joy, it turned out that both sides were apparently right. These two guys weren’t at all related to each other, but I was related to both of them. That plot twist was evidently really great stuff to the genealogy crowd and my book sold a gazillion copies. OK, not quite a gazillion, but enough to crack into the bottom of the best selling non-fiction lists and enough to give me a very precious “take this job and shove it” moment with an asshole of a boss I once worked for. The problem now was that my publisher wanted a sequel– a sequel that would appeal to the same audience. A sequel might not be too difficult for a fiction writer, but I had sort of exhausted my family tree in the first book. Luckily, my wife wasn’t Mediterranean-Irish, she was Irish-Irish with the flaming red hair, blue eyes, and temper to prove it. So as the wet and cold fall weather of the Emerald Isle became wetter and colder, Katie and I were traipsing all over central Ireland attempting to track down her bloodline. The big problem was that she did not have a strong oral tradition backed up ...
    with parish records giving her family tree. The only ancestral story in her family was that they were Celtic royalty and if the Celts ever rose again, she could claim the throne as a rightful queen. I soon learned that this same story was the basic stock and trade of almost every family in Ireland. To quote my publisher, “Don’t put too much stock in stories like that. Everyone says they came over on the Mayflower but neglect to tell you that Mayflower was the name of a broken down cattle boat hauling refugees from the extreme poverty of Europe in the late 1800's.” So far, we had traced parish records back to the mid-1700's and were still dealing mostly with ordinary Irish farmers and peasants. It was slow, tedious work that often involved a lot of begging and pleading just to be able to look at the ancient records. I wasn’t complaining about being on the oulde sod, though. The Irish countryside seemed to be having a marvelous effect on Katie. She was bubbling and happy and energetic, and perhaps most surprising, as horny as a nymphomaniac on Spanish fly. The longer we stayed in Ireland, the more wanton she became and the more wild our nightly– with occasional morning and afternoon– sex became. I wasn’t quite to the point of seeking out a source for some little blue pills, but I was starting to wonder how long I could keep this up without medical assistance. Then it happened. We were in a quaint little bed and breakfast, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was eating ...
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