Abigail returned home from work to find her father in her apartment, lights out, sitting on her sofa with his head in his hands. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I've done something stupid," he said. "Damn stupid." She was almost afraid to ask. It was obvious he was afraid to tell her. Abigail sat beside him in the dark and tried to reassure him. "Dad, whatever...
This chapter is a deviation from the usual situation that Abigail has found herself in to date, and as such, I would be really interested in feedback to see how it is received. I certainly enjoyed writing this one. I hope you enjoy reading it. Sly ************* In order to recover mentally and physically from her recent ordeal, Abigail went to spend severa...
Abigail seemed to be getting over her fear of balloons, we had 2 other times where I blew up a balloon and she would lay on it to pop it. That was her favorite way to pop it, it seemed like. So anyways, trying to introduce balloons in our sex life actually made it more fun because now we are starting to do random things instead of just picking only to mastur...
Abigail was pretty sure that ever since Mikhail had introduced himself to her friends it had been a dream. The next day, was like every other day. Mikhail greeted her with his usual platonic greeting. "Good morning princess." He had said, wearing his usual attire of chainmail armour with an indigo tunic, a silver sun was intricately stitched on the material...
Abigail followed Emilia through a heavy security door and into the long hallway that opened to the offices. During the entire length of the corridor, she kept stealing glances at Emilia's outfit. After a few quick turns, Emilia stood before a wooden door, knocked twice and opened it when a man's voice told them to enter. The morning sun illuminated the spa...
An erotic story from Elliott McCrow * Irene and Abigail have just graduated high school and decided to do something exciting in preparation for being "real college girls," so they visit a dominatrix with a preference for young women. Things quickly get out of hand when they end up in chains in her dungeon, but neither of them can deny how much they end up...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2011 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; except as noted at the end, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***********************************...
On vacation with my wife, we were visiting Australia. We didn't know much about the country, but rather liked the idea of going to a strange place with no set agenda. Relaxing on the sand in a couple of fold-out recliners, my wife suddenly stopped talking in mid-sentence. I turned to follow her gaze and saw a man about my age of 45. He was setting up his own...
Brittany Rogers peered through the store's broad front windows, carefully inspecting each inch of the nearly deserted parking lot. Satisfied, she unlocked the door, set the alarm and slipped outside in the required thirty seconds. She locked both top and bottom locks and scurried towards her car. As she went, she nervously scanned the area, her head swivelin...
I paused as soon as I saw her name listed in my appointment list. Abigail Sorensen. "This is mine, right?" I asked Betty, the reception at the spa where I've worked as a masseuse for the past three years. "What?" Betty said, distracted. She looked over my shoulder. "Yup, that's your schedule for today. Two one-hour sessions, a ninety-minute massage, lunc...