A prince may take Cinderella out of the maison de debauche but he cannot take the mai

[Grygor]

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot.com/2011/10/prince-may-take-cinderella-from-maison.html

A prince may take Cinderella from the Maison de Debauche, but he cannot take the Maison de Debauche from Cinderella




http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/george-dashwood-queen-victoria-and.html


George Dashwood, Queen Victoria and the peeling of potatoes.

[Thumper]

Tell it to King Claudius

[Grygor]

Once upon a time in a dark place

Harry listened to the monotonous, lugubrious tone of the swarthy girl looking to someone else to blame for her family’s misfortunes. She droned on, “Sixty three people died. My my mother was one of them. I was six; but such loss was not unusual in South Africa. Another one hundred and eighty were injured. It started when Harold Macmillan made his Wind of Change speech about South Africa becoming a republic and Hendrik Verweord extending to the pass laws to women.”

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/once-upon-time-in-dark-place.html

[Grygor]

Mayhem in the Toy Store

Corporal Harry Wolseley was standing in his rank when a piece of grapeshot sliced through his neck and cut open his jugular vein. He clutched at his throat but was unable to stop the blood as it gushed through his fingers. He soon collapsed to the ground where he died as other soldiers marched over him to the sound of fife and drum. As he lay dying, he found himself relishing the beat of the march music; but only for a moment. It was only a moment before he died, and found himself transformed into a tin soldier in a large shop.



http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/mayhem-in-toy-store.html

[Thumper]

had he but marched to the sound of a different drum ..................

[Grygor]

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/dartagnan-lobs-well-at-dunkirk.html

D'Artagnan lobs well at Dunkirk

D’Artagnan came to Paris in expectation of joining the musketeers, and was happy for his ready welcome by Captain Gaspard. He felt sure of success as his father had named his old horse after the captain and had eventually made the horse a gift to his son, even though it still had a year or two of life in it. The horse, Gaspard, suffered from mange, a little; still had some teeth; could trot fairly briskly without wheezing; and suffered arthritic twinges in only two of its legs. He met the captain in the courtyard of the musketeer’s barracks, and introduced him to his horse. The captain saw that the horse had very little resemblance to him. He could see D’Artagnan was oblivious to any failing in Gaspard, the horse; but it was Captain Gaspard’s policy not to accept any recruit who arrived without a horse in which he could see something of himself. So he told the intendant, using his first name, which he knew from being his godfather at his christening, “Pierre, though I knew your father well, you cannot enrol immediately in our company. You must earn your spurs. And you must find a horse strong enough to bear the prodding of spurs.”

[Grygor]

THE GRIMWALD WIDOW AND THE CLIFF OVER THE SEA

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot. ... r-sea.html

[Grygor]

Prince Delicatus gets new slippers

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot. ... ppers.html

[Grygor]

Brevis Shortkins disturbs Hipoplia, but perhaps not forever

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/brevis-shortkins-disturbs-hipoplia-but.html

[Grygor]

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot. ... trade.html

George changes his opinion on trade with Kashgar

[Grygor]

Polonius comes to the Holy Isle

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot. ... -isle.html

[Grygor]

Vote for Greg Deane- http://my.telegraph.co.uk/groups/creative-writing/competition/May+2012+short+story+competition

Also please enjoy:



Polonius comes to the Holy Isle

http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot. ... -isle.html

[Travelmate]

Hi Brother, we have not hear you for long time..... how are you getting on with your life and old love??

[cisco]

What are we talking here ???????????????

[chandra_man1]

Stuff if i know. NFI what all these stuffs r about

[cisco]

novel ? games on line ? or whats that?

[chandra_man1]

No Fucking Idea (NFI)
never heard of the term? u must be old, LOL

[Grygor]

Hi Brother, we have not hear you for long time..... how are you getting on with your life and old love??

Nice of you to ask, Travelmate. I've been well, but a little busy. I trust you are well too. Here's a new link:
Polonius among the Ruins on the Wearmouth
http://gregdeanesshortstories.blogspot. ... mouth.html

[Grygor]

Ode to the Aubergine


http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au ... rgine.html

[Ahkungor]

Oh fuck this...

try Erotic Adult stories


I want to hear the Prince fucking all the girls:

http://www.booksie.com/erotica/short_story/romantic_whispers/passionate-nights-with-the-prince-part-3

The prince makes up to the concubine's lack of relief to start the day.

[ I was happy to show him my gratitude without haste. He moaned in delight and I felt all the cream flowing down my legs.

"Ooooohh... Look at what you do to me. It would be a shame to let all this hardness go to waste. Turn around to receive the attention you deserve." ]

http://www.booksie.com/all/all/kerry_lee_storm/the-princes-new-slave

a chambermaid taken on a journey that she never expected.

Michele read the note carefully, ‘Come to the stable, and be ready to depart for the country estate." Michele knew that the prince had sent the note since she was his chambermaid and he was going to the country estate for a while. Quickly Michele ran to her chamber and packed a few uniforms that the prince had made his personal tailor make for her. Once she had her things, packed Michele quickly made her way to the stable so not to keep the prince waiting.
She arrived a few moments before the prince. "Michele, good you go my note, please climb into the carriage." She obeyed with out questioning the prince's request. Michele felt his eyes upon her as she climbed into the carriage. Her little maid uniform barely covering her most private parts. Michele sat in the far corner of the carriage and waited for the prince to climb and take his seat so they could head for the country estate. Before he joined Michele, the prince spoke privately with the driver of the carriage. Then he climbed in and took his seat, watching Michele out of the corner of his eye.
Michele sat silently with her small hands folded in her lap, her thoughts were of the stories she had heard about what happens to the girls the princes take to the country estate. The prince moved close to Michele before they ever left the grounds of the main estate. He reached out, took a firm hold of her long raven black hair, and pulled her toward him. Michele let out a sharp cry of pain as he forced her lips to meet his. He forced his tongue into her mouth as his free hand started to fondle her breasts through the thin fabric of her uniform. Michele could feel her nipples starting to grow hard and very sensitive as the prince continued to torment her nipples. Finally, he released his hold on her hair.
"You will submit to me Michele with no questions. From this point on you will be my slave and do as I order."

The scared young woman looked up into his eyes and saw something that she had never seen before. "I do not understand your majesty"
"You will little one, trust me you will." As he spoke, the prince reached over and ripped Michele's uniform form her trembling body. "Now spread your legs for me so I can get a good look at your body."
Michele did as she was ordered as a blush started to creep up her flesh. Michele started to reach for the remains of her uniform to cover her trembling body with but the prince yanked it out of her reach.
"If you do that again I will have to bind your hands Michele, which I might do anyway that way you don't scratch me with your nails because I am going to take your maidenhood from you on this journey."
"No, please do not do that your majesty. I beg you not to take my maidenhood."
"Michele come now, you are a maid for the royal family and have been since you were eighteen years old. Most women at the age of twenty-two are married and you are not, this is one of the reasons I have chosen to take you as my newest slave and perhaps even my mistress." The whole time he spoke to the trembling young woman, his hands were traveling up her thighs. "I can feel the heat from your cunt. You want me to take you don't you Michele? You want to know what it feels like to be taken sexually don't you little one."
Then without another word, the prince slipped a fingerer inside of Michele and started moving it in and out causing her to squirm trying to get away form the invading fingerer. An evil grin formed on the face of the prince, who frightened Michele, he did not speak to her as he took a length of cord out of a hiding place in the carriage and bound her wrist and then attached the end of the cord to a hook in the wall of the carriage. Then his id the same thing with each of her ankles so that she could not move but just a little bit. He looked her over and decided that a gag would work well since he was going to be her first. Therefore, he took part of her torn uniform and forced it into her mouth so that she could not scream.
Michele watched as the prince undressed himself, once he was nude he started to torment her nipples once again causing them to become very hard and sensitive. Michele, despite herself let out a muffled moan through her gag, which showed the prince that she was enjoying what he was doing to her. He leaned down and started to suck and bite on her nipples while he slides one of his hands down her body to invade her sex once again. This time he pushed two fingers into her with ease. He smiled down at his little captive as he started moving his fingers in and out of her rabidly. Michele feels a knot forming in her stomach and her body starts to tremble all over, but before it goes any further the prince removes his fingers and positions himself to enter her sex. With one swift move, he enters her sex and Michele scream into her gag. The prince starts moving slowly at first letting her adjust to having something in her, once he feels her walls relax he starts driving himself into her harder and faster
The movement of the carriage pushes Michele up toward his trusts as he starts moving like a wild animal. The prince lets out a grunt as he starts to cum inside of his new slave. Once he is done, he lays down on top of Michele who is covered in sweat and has blood trickling form her sex. The prince looks into her tear stained face, lovingly moving some hair form her face. The smiles at her and kisses her lips softly. "Do not worry little one, I am not done with you yet. I will have you many more times before we reach our destination.

[Grygor]

Please proofread before posting your fictive adventures on this page, Ahkungor. And please try to avoid extreme scatological language.

[Ahkungor]

Grygor - since you are plagarising another work. I too am quoting from another place. so no need to proofread as it is a direct quote. as for language it is fucking all over this website.

this is a democratic society with freedoms of speech. if you are communist, please find another site. thank you kindly...


Please proofread before posting your fictive adventures on this page, Ahkungor. And please try to avoid extreme scatological language.

[Grygor]

Grygor - since you are plagarising another work. I too am quoting from another place. so no need to proofread as it is a direct quote. as for language it is fucking all over this website.

this is a democratic society with freedoms of speech. if you are communist, please find another site. thank you kindly...

I have never plagiarised anyone's work. Level your scurrilous accusations elsewhere, scoundrel. Such impertinence. This is not a democratic page. This is my page. There is no plagiarism permitted on this page, and especially not plagiarised material that has not been proofread and which uses vulgar, scatological terms. So I say to you, Ahkungor, shape up, or ship out.

[Grygor]

Afterlife of the Bull’s Pizzle
http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/afterlife-of-bulls-pizzle.html

[Ahkungor]

http://www.deviantart.com/download/190579737/free_assange_now_by_musasyihab-d35gs9l.png
http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5049/5241950558_b6099ebcea_z.jpg

[Ahkungor]

http://www.blottr.com/sites/default/files/styles/620story/public/operation-free-assange-anonymous-attack-uk-government-websites-wikileaks-leader.jpeg

[cisco]

..............?

[Grygor]

Assange is no hero of free speech of transparency in government. He's a self-aggrandising egoist, who put military operations at risk. He uses his followers, and tinpot, insecure regimes like Ecuador to stir up a disturbance to help him evade being tried for rape.

But read my poem:
Afterlife of the Bull’s Pizzle
http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/afterlife-of-bulls-pizzle.html

[Grygor]

Here are links to two of my poems on famous courtesans. And another link to my celebration of the potato:

Grace Dalrymple, inegalitarian strumpet

http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/grace-dalrymple-inegalitarian-strumpet.html


Kitty Fisher’s Lucky Locket

http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/kitty-fishers-lucky-locket.html

Reflections upon the potato


http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2011/06/reflections-upon-potato.html

[Grygor]

Zeus, Io and the Pansy

http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/zeus-io-and-pansy.html

Upon my Pillow

http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/upon-my-pillow.html

Contemplating the Coffin

http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/contemplating-coffin.html


The Royal Strumpet, Jane Shore

http://gregdeaneswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2012/08/the-royal-strumpet-jane-shore.html