Tag: historical

  • letsknightinarmour: Calipher wipes his sword on a piece of shirt long torn off from another victim of his weapon. “I really need to wash this…” He tucks it away into a pocket and sheaths his sword. He steps over the reeking body of the bandit, striding forward half a dozen steps until he’s in front…

  • lsleofskye: There is a history in all men’s lives, Nagano Perfecture, Japan | ag.lr.88 There was a noticeable absence of people on the street, and Hatsuo thought his geta sandals sounded much louder than normal. He was returning from sending his father off to sea. The sun was up, but the sky was still grey. The…

  • felixdeon: From the series “Pillow Poems.” Two newly available prints. A sailor’s adventures in Japan, and some adventurous erotic poses. Both are available as prints on Society6 (just click on the link in my profile), or you can see the photos and the uncensured version they were based on in Twitter, at deonsdays  Small pillow…

  • The duel was over. Centrus had won. He sheathed his sword and strode up to the slave bound to a pole. Behind him, the healers were tending to his opponent left bleeding in the ring on the floor. Centrus still wondered if not killing that asshole was the right thing to do, considering he’d bribed…

  • There’s a photo I keep folded in my wallet. When smartphones became a thing, I slid it between my phone and the case. It goes everywhere with me, a treasure thing. That print is a copy though, as is the 8 x 10 facsimile on the mantel in my parents’ living room. I keep the…

  • I walk back into the room and set the tea tray on the table. “You’re still wearing the corset! And nothing else, you cheeky man, what has gotten into you?”“It makes me feel sexy,” he explains. “Haven’t you had any fun with your misbehavior?” I tease, the corner of my mouth lifting. “Oh yes, indeed,”…

  • Abraham lingered on the curb, letting the noise of the carriages and horses and pedestrians fade away to a background buzz. He clutched his gloves in his left hand, not putting them on again despite the cold chill of approaching winter numbing the tips. Instead, he glanced down at the apple creating a noticeable bulge…

  • livingundersexualthirst: “Come up!"  Pierre sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. Then, he heard a click. Then another click. He turned and looked at the window, and saw a pebble bounce off of it. He jumped up and peered out. Lucas was standing on the sidewalk below. Pierre opened the windows. "Good morning…

  • “Quintus,” I sigh. My slave is hopeless. We’re having a heat wave here in Rome and he’s trying to cool down by dumping an amphora full of water over his body. The thin muslin clings to every curve and becomes fully transparent. He looks down at himself and seems to just realize this. He looks…

  • A childhood of being spoiled rotten rendered the Prince unable to do anything for himself. I had been brought in as a tutor of literature, but the Prince took a liking to me and soon he was demanding I accompany him everywhere as an escort and friend: “Zaheed, come with me to pick berries.” “Zaheed,…