Chapter 01: Chanel No. 5 The ride was long and scenery tolerable, but my conductor proved a fulfilling way to pass time! I was tired and now all I wanted was my pussieboy. I wanted to be cleaned, showered and pampered. As the train pulled into the station I could almost feel my pussieboy's nervous anticipation. I could hear his thoughts and feel his concern...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2015 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. ************************************************* On a Friday...
I had been riding across the prairie for the last five days. My horse was tiring fast and so was I. The bitter cold of late winter was starting to concern me. If this kept up and I didn't find shelter soon I was finished for sure, and that would really piss me off. I was approaching the foot hills of the mountains that I had to cross to reach my destination....
This is the third chapter in the 'Jenny' & 'Mike' series. If you haven't read the first two chapters 'Jenny' & 'Mike': Date Night and 'Jenny' & 'Mike': A Day Out, then please do check them out. As already stated, my interest in pegging was the starting point of this series. It has since developed into more of an exploration of 'Gender Play' with...
Dan stirring wakes me, still rather on the not awake side I look about to see the light coming in the window. I get up after a little struggle, my arm is trapped under him and Dan does not want to wake. I move quiet as I can to the dresser get out the loaded revolver and open the door half behind it. I giggle at what I find Ishmael is perched on a chair. Shu...
Mark had just hung up the phone with his beautiful wife Angie. He had been married to that beautiful woman for awhile now and yet he was on his way to betraying her. Mark was a cold calculating businessman and today's actions had a lot to do with business as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. Mark calmly walked in and checked himself at the front office....
Balik has good timing today, he has finished sucking and I hear the train. They are early, Dan has only just headed for breakfast. Putting my son down I get a feeling and head for my belt. It is a good day to wear my belt, the first time since our last hunt. The guns in the holsters jostle as I pick it up and strap it to me. Grabbing Dan's hat I heard for th...
This story uses the characters of Sam and Dean Winchester from the Supernatural TV series. I do not own these characters (damn, but I wish I did!). * Ruefully Dean tugged at the handcuffs neatly chaining him to the pipe. When was he gonna get smart and start carrying paperclips? He could see Sam sitting with his hands cuffed behind him around a pole, his...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2020 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. +++ In the late 1940s very few British people could own or run...
There's something so good about dropping off the grid into the middle of nowhere with just the basic comforts-food, books, a firearm, and the Winchester brothers. When the boys were still just boys-barely, I was a grown woman caught up in the paranoia of Y2K. I stocked a cabin for the inevitable end of modern civilization. It didn't come and I fell back into...