This story is something that I wish happened -- but it didn't because I was too scared to go ahead with it. I was eighteen, curious about sex and the type of girl who loved being in trouble. I was seeing Natalie, a gorgeous tall brunette with athletic curves and a huge naughty grin. I'm bisexual with a high sex drive -- up to this point, we had about a month...
She was going to kill Kevin. The SOB might be her big brother, but he apparently knew less than she did about finding one's way around the big bad woods at night, and she knew exactly squat. "I knew this was a mistake," she grumbled, yelping when yet another slender branch snapped out of the darkness to welt her cheek. "OW!" This "great idea" of Kevin's--...
(This story has been edited and slightly rewritten. This is mostly for ease of the readers, but also to improve the story. My thanks to Penny, who took the time to read the original version and offered tips on how to improve it. Also, a note - This story is based on Stephen King's Dark Tower series. Time period inconsistencies are intentional, and do not nee...
Sacrifices were never part of my village's rituals. In fact, I can't think of a single time in our history teachings that the word sacrifice was ever used beyond self-sacrifice of perhaps a martyr or something. In either case, I suppose I really couldn't consider myself a sacrifice either. Perhaps hostage or spoils of war would be a better term. In either ca...
My sister and I are dressed in skirts and small, rather thin sweaters, with no bras or underwear, of course... Jackie has just combed my hair, and I go down to open the door for our friends, but I’m wrong: it isn’t them. It’s a rather large man at the door. “Good afternoon,” the man says. “I am selling collections of books, bound in real leather, and I woul...
Reversal. Slowed action. Limbo. Taking your time. Dancing to a different drummer. Spiritual attunement. Now is a time to pause and suspend activity. You need to reevaluate your attitudes, goals, and priorities while remaining true to your spiritual values. Time appears to be moving slowly and you may feel like you are in a state of suspended animation. -Taro...
The first wave of attackers broke through the forest cover just as the sun rose. Within minutes, they were upon the prince and his traveling companion, furiously assaulting them with pitchforks, wood clubs and a few rusted swords. They were amateurs and the prince easily sidestepped their unskillful attacks, battering them with his heavy war hammer and beat...
Just a little side note... it was really hard for me to write this. I've never really written in first person or present tense and it was an experience that I doubt I am going to repeat anytime soon. Nevertheless, I was compelled to write the story in this fashion: she'll know why. ~ For Mistress * I wait anxiously outside your work, the noise and bustle...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2009 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. *********************************** Editor's Note: This is the s...
This time she knew she wasn't dreaming. She knew it because she had just cleaned up the bed and washed up, trying not to thinking about the aching that her recently interrupted intercourse with Ted had left in her loins. She knew it because she had only just got into bed and taken a last, quick glance in the mirror, and realised that the smudge was back. Or...