Prologue: The Chronicler - Sex Stories

Prologue: The Chronicler

... were my first real lovers, and taught me just how pleasurable sex can be - though I like to think I taught them quite a bit as well."

Her gaze became lost, for a moment, but she waived some intruding thoughts away. "Anyway. Long story short, I eventually started having regular clients among the members of the city's ruling council of nobles..."

"Sorry," I interrupted, "butlong story shortis not a phrase fitting a memoir."

"I see I picked the right girl. Let's just say this is the outline of the work; we will get into the details later. May I continue now, my lady?"

I ignored the sarcasm and said she may.

"I am not sure how the idea came to me. It wasn't power I was after, not at first. Just a desire to cause some unrest in the city. I'd see the same nobles who came to me with their dicks out, making more and more outlandish offers to house me somewhere and make me their private whore, contorting their faces in disgust when passing through the same streets in each other's company. And I decided to fuck with them.

The idea was stupid, frankly. When I knocked on the first door, asked for the lady of the house, and told her that her husband, respectable Council Member Tavaris, comes to me twice a week for a blowjob, she slapped me and slammed the door on my face. Still, I persevered and knocked on the next door, too. And this time, Council Member Adom's young wife thanked me for keeping her husband occupied so she didn't have to have sex with him that often ...

... and invited me in for tea."

"Did you fuck her?" I asked, sensing where this was going."Oh yes, naturally; I ended up eating her out on the kitchen table. I charged her less than her husband though, and she became a regular."

The Queen stopped pacing around the tent and sank into a chair. She was wearing simple leather pants and boots, a shirt, and had a sword strapped around her waist - she took off the belt holding the weapon and threw it on the bed when it got tangled in the chair. The only symbol of her position was a silver circlet on her head.

“By this stage, I had already established my own pleasure house," she said after putting her legs up on the desk where I was trying to keep up with her story, "Technically that was not allowed, and the Black Church tried to point that out to the Council, but no one wanted to displease the people and I was allowed to continue operating. I worked much less at that point, only servicing clients willing to pay my ridiculous fee – of course, I offered more than head by now, but I was not worth those prices. There were girls at my establishment, and boys as a matter of fact, that were much more talented, but I had the status and the reputation. This had allowed me to approach more of the city’s officials’ wives – and though I didn’t bed most of them, a lot were glad for my existence; their husbands’ open secrets allowed them to wield more power over them, or in some cases even pursue their own affairs. They invited me to high ...