When I first met Vanessa she was working for the same company I did, as the personal assistant to one of the managers. (I worked in the mail room.) I was struck by her the moment I saw her. She was a gorgeous girl with wavy, light brown hair which she usually wore tied back, pale skin, blue eyes and full red lips. She was always immaculately made up and perf...
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are...
After my last visit to Dr Inglis's surgery, where I had sex with my transplanted penis for the first time, I felt a little low. I had now run out of money and the drugs I was taking to support my transplant and keep my testicles functional were messing with my head. My moods would swing between wanting to fuck other women, to wanting to be fucked myself. W...
A fantasy of mine of me being tied down and used by my Mistress and her Boyfriend. Any and all feedback, be it positive or negative, would be helpful and appreciated. ------- The day began as usual with me waking up to the sound of Mistress in the shower. The sound of running water made it harder to hear my slight gasps of pain as I stretched, still sore...
My story is true; I have changed the names of people and places to protect the guilty and of course, the innocent. Enjoy! Sixteen years ago is a period in my life I look back at with great fondness, I was 28, single and very sexually frustrated so much felt that I couldn't get laid in a whorehouse if I had all the money in the world. Now I'm know you're thi...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 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. * * * * * This is the 9th story of The Silverbridge...
“Can you be a good girl for me, Jennifer?” he asked his voice thick with cajoling charm. He smiled as she blushed and lowered her eyes. Morgan caught her chin with his finger and lifted it, forcing her to look at him. His hazel eyes searched the liquid green of hers for her answer. He’d found everything he’d needed to know about her in their depths, this was...
This story is a total fantasy. There is no under age sex or cruelty involved. I hope you like it. ***** Mary Kelly opened the door of her modest apartment to be greeted with the words, "Is that you, Love?" She smiled. She was 48 years of age. Her husband Peter, was nearing 60 and was always glad to see her, especially since his illness. He relied on her...
Summary: It is the 1st humiliating day of Rush Week for a shy pledge. Note 1: This story is dedicated to the real Anne who is exactly as the story describes: a powerful domme to her man and a submissive slut to other woman. Note 2: A special thanks to the personal artwork of Candi who spent hours creating the images for this lengthy tale based on my comple...
A Fancy Dress Evening We all met up at church next morning at morning service, about eleven, moving on to a nearby bar for Bloody Marys soon after midday. We had not had that much to drink the night before and though I guess we were all tired by a lack of sleep, we at least felt fairly good. I am not sure that Pete should have been driving even though it wa...