Angela waited on her knees. When she had arrived she gone straight to Mistress's bedroom to prepare herself and, by now, she was more than trained enough to know what that meant. Firstly she had stripped naked, leaving her clothes neatly folded on a chair. Then she had fitted for herself the ankle cuffs with their short connecting chain and the wrist cuffs w...
Author's Notes: This is a stroke story, so if that isn't your sort of thing, this is your warning. This is more or less a true story, although I've naturally had to put a little artistic license in there. I can't really know exactly what's going on in someone else's head, or see everything at once. The Lynn and Lee stroke tales will eventually build into...
Author's Note: The identity of the car is left purposefully hidden as an exercise for the reader, although it shouldn't be too hard for the right devotee. Indeed, vague devotees will guess in the first paragraph, while only true devotees will get the full answer. It is probably best to read at least the original "Harm School", and probably also "Harem Scho...
Do you know what it's like to be twenty-seven in Eugene, Oregon? How boring it can be at times, when the most entertaining part of your month is the weekend spent at Klamath Falls Airport, drilling with the 173rd Fighter Wing? How boring it can be, especially when the M.B.A. you're working on at the University of Oregon essentially restricts you to your apar...
Angela Roy lived the fairy tale life. She shared a large house on an enormous piece of property with her husband, Patrick. She drove a Jaguar XJS, enjoyed a membership to Whispering Pines which was the most exclusive country club in the area and she no longer had to work because Patrick had been so successful in his career. She wasn't the "stay at home and d...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2019 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. ***** The growing craze for sexual adventures was Matmos Mud. It...
At our little community college, the one thing we can count on is seeing the local high school graduating seniors coming around to get ready for their first college classes. My neighbor's daughter is one of them. She is now 18, and I can't wait to register her for my classes in History. Surely, I can get something started with her. Aside from orientation, I...
"Are you sure you can manage?" Asked Eric Pollard, as he loaded the last of the suitcases into his car. Tracy Metcalfe his former daughter-in-law and employee at The Manor Bed and Breakfast Hotel in the Yorkshire village of Emmerdale replied. "Of course, now get off on your cruise, and enjoy every minute." She hugged her boss and his partner, Faith Dingle a...
Angela pranced down the stairs, her long flowing skirt as she came, her hair bouncing, her skin still shining from the lotion she'd applied. Her breasts were straining within a small halter, as blue as her skirts and her deep eyes. She crossed the living room to see petite Brittany standing there in mock demureness in a tight spandex top that caressed her li...
Welcome to the next installment of this ongoing series. I decided to go ahead and keep writing and see where it takes me. As always, any similarities to anything you may have seen or heard before is a complete accident. ***** I slowly became accustomed to the 'new normal.' Most people wouldn't mind the new normal, really. I was with Emily, my best friend...