I was feeling rather low. I had just celebrated my thirty-seventh birthday, if that is the right word for it. And I suspected my husband of nineteen years was having an affair. I'd met his secretary, Tonya, and I can't say I blamed him all that much. She was a curvaceous dark haired girl in her mid-twenties who was clearly devoted to him. It would have bee...
Authors Note: Angela is a real woman. This is a continuation of her fantasy, to be a whore. The tattoo WILL become reality. This story was inspired by klitorisring, who wants to see her inked. *** Angela and James had been to several tattoo shops in the area. Every one had their section on Queen of Spades tattoos, they were pretty common to be seen, althou...
Angela Walker walked up the concrete walkway, carrying her two bags. In one bag was her laptop, the other her lunch. The black twenty-three year old stopped at the door to the simple one story house. 'Now what was that combination the realtor told us?' she thought to herself. Angela stared at the combination lock that contained her key. '9-8-9-8. That should...
A few weeks later, Angela and I were getting ready to go out for dinner and a musical on a Saturday night. We had planned out the evening well in advance, since it was a very popular musical, and the tickets were quite expensive and had to be purchased way ahead of showtime. As Angela was putting on the last touches of her makeup, I waited patiently by the d...
I pulled my jacket a little closer to myself as I walked through the cold winter night on the way over to my girlfriend's house. The wind howled through the leafless branches on the trees above, and I could feel the chill cut through my clothes. "Damn, it's cold," I thought, as I picked up my pace. I was on my way over to say hello to Melissa's friends, wh...
I was in awe. The Congreve's house was so large, and no one I knew had ever been inside. The butler took my name and my jacket and handed it to a girl, younger than I, at the first door on the right. On my way past, I saw several coats in the large closet she was placing mine in. They had a coat-check girl? They must be richer than I had thought! The butler...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2016 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; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ I should have listened to my sister Julie. She told me tha...
For the second time in 2013, inclement weather would work in my favor to lead to a memorable sexual encounter. While I'll always remember December 26, 2013 as the most memorable date of my sex life (which will have to wait until the next chapter,) just a fortnight prior to that date was the day I was stranded out of town on a business trip. A combined lack o...
As he slowly came to, Bobby could hear the beeping of a machine beside him. Everything was incredibly blurry and it was taking awhile for his eyes to adjust. He saw the figure of a woman standing in front of him, she rushed over to his side and he could feel the touch of her warm hand against his forehead. "Bobby it's me...it's mom." She said, her voice full...
The first notion that was placed in Angela's head was this: 'one can be a slut and be elegant.' Sydian. Sydd went on: 'It—slutting; sluttish behavior—is something that one can put on or take off like clothes. Elegance is an enduring trait. Having said that, this one thing remains about being a slut—becoming one...requires work. Sluttish behavior is intellect...