Copyright Oggbashan May 2008 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. * Flash fiction and particularly the variant 50-word fiction that I...
Zilphia Turner groaned as she felt her consciousness return. Her head was woozy, light, swimming in and out of lucidity. She waited for her eyes to adjust, but then she realized with a start that she could not see. She attempted to reach out to remove whatever was obstructing her vision, but then she found that she could not move; her body was bound to somet...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. Thursday, May 29th: The night was a good one. With the start of the June season just two nights away, I had known that t...
I thought it would be just another birthday. Another day older, another new tie, and another expensive birthday dinner I wouldn't remember next week. It didn't turn out that way. When I arrived home from work the kids were gone. Staying at grandma's house. My bride cheerfully met me at the door with a nice hug and kiss. She invited me to have a cocktail and...
My name is Maya. Today is my friend Tanya's wedding. Trust me when I say you would have never seen a wedding like this anywhere in the world. Copulate Island is such a place that all men's whims and fancies come true. Sometimes I get the feeling that we have been magically transported to Gor. I am dressed as a bridesmaid and standing in the wedding chapel...
Basically, this is a true story of love told by my friend Robert and which I have changed only a little as it is already so sexy. All I had to do was suck her husbands dripping dick and then open her legs and lick out her cum-filled pussy. I was in state of turmoil. If I did it, I was accepting the next level in their pornographic world with a video and s...
I sit in front of the mirror, stare into my reflection and smile in awe at the woman I have become. My face is perfectly made up, my legs, smooth and shaved and adorned in white lace stockings, white high heels accentuate my outfit. I stare at my large breasts and tight fitted bridal gown and smile knowingly to myself, knowing my husband Michelle will enjoy...
It is only after you have been dead for a while that you begin to look to lovely. Sunken cheeks free of color full of luscious decay, Oh my collection admired growing by the day, such wonderful my trophies dustless upon my shelves. Lovely creatures spilling life into my floors so I can dance and rejoice in it barefoot. For I am aroused as color deepest...
Mistress Roberts' Dungeon was the finest in Hollywood. From her double-throne she surveyed the orgy, her hand resting on the flaccid lightsaber of a striking black actor. She was very much the Queen, in her forties and still an extremely pretty woman. She wore red leather, her breasts thrust up in an uncomfortable corset, boots to her thighs. With one hand s...
The Bride: Willow Wilde is a sweet young woman deeply in love with her fiancé. She's trying really hard to behave politely for her rich new in-laws, and feeling a little put-upon. She doesn't really understand why people make such a big deal out of having casual sex with good friends -- she and her fiancé have been doing it all along! As long as everyone's h...