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...
Monday had been a normal enough day. Tuesday was boringly the same. So, why the hell did Wednesday have to be such a trip to the Twilight Zone? No, alright it wasn't the whole day that was weird, just from about that moment that I went to the copier to run off about thirty pages from the Giger file ... hum, maybe that should have been the clue for me. Gige...
I went abroad for college for the same reason some people join the Military; to piss off my dad. That's not to say that my father was against the idea of furthering my education. He fully supported each of his six children when the time came for us to start finding our way in the world. He just had certain, expectations, as to just where we'd go and what we...
Abigail was a photographer with a growing reputation for landscape photographs, particularly of the mountains and desert of Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado and Texas. However economic times being hard, she still found herself accepting other bread and butter photographic work, and today was no exception. Abigail felt a tingle of excitement as she readie...