He cupped his heavy balls in one hand, the thumb moving up and down his exigent member in a slow and thoughtful manner. On your knees, a nighean, he said softly. Now.
Christ, he said in an undertone, bending down so I could hear him. And she’s been a woman less than a full day, too! Have ye been givin’ her lessons, Sassenach, or are women just born wi’ it? Natural...
He smelt strongly of woodsmoke, blood, and unwashed male, but the night chill bit through my thin dress and I was happy enough to lean back against him.
Involuntarily, I reached out, as though I might heal him with a touch and erase the marks with my fingers.
It looks as though it hurt. It did.Did you cry? His fists clenched involuntarily at his sides. Yes!Jenny walked back around to face him, pointed chin lifted and slanted eyes wide and bright. So did I,...
I may be out of bed, but I’m in no way equipped to conduct hypothetical conversations before I’ve had a cup of tea.
When you write it down… he said. Does that make it—whatever it is—real again? Or does the act of putting it into words make it unreal? You know, something…separate from yourself.
You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach, he said quietly. So long as you love me.
Or perhaps it is curiosity, he said, smiling a little more broadly. I have not seen a naked woman in some time,
There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find thi...
I pulled the chemise off
As usual in such matters, God’s sense of humor trumped all imagination.
People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread-and-butter to journalists.
In defense of King, country, and family, he would unhesitatingly have sacrificed his virtue to Nessie, had that been required. If it was a question of Olivia marrying a man with syphilis and half the...
Frank made a face; an Englishman to the bone, he would rather lap water out of the toilet than drink tea made from teabags. The Lipton’s had been left by Mrs. Grossman, the weekly cleaning woman, who...
If your head thinks up mischief, your backside’s going to pay for it.
He felt a moment’s passionate gratitude to her. He’d seen her look at the boy, and knew how she must feel. She’d known about the lad, of course, but seeing the flesh-and-blood proof that her husband h...
And allowed
Arisaid. A night breeze brushed a strand of hair across my face.
Until we two be burned to ashes.
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