My name is Jessica. I'm 29, work in publishing, and have been completely faithful to my boyfriend for the past six years. Until today. Today I'm on my knees in the Denver hotel room of a coworker. My lipstick is smeared. My top and panties are both gone, leaving me in only my black skirt. My nipples are hard as rocks and my pussy is swollen with desire as I...
Another plate of something expensive that I just picked at, but never really ate. Another conversation droning on around me that I wasn't really trying to be part of. Another boring dinner with co-workers that I didn't really know, and didn't really want to know. Typical Wednesday night for me. It had been like this for the past three months, every Wednesday...
Copyright Oggbashan September 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. I had heard of the Iron Maiden of Nuremburg. I had never hea...
Sometimes stories take on a life of their own. Such was the case with this tale. Still, the formation of it took a bit longer and it lingered in my head for quite awhile. I hope that I have corrected it thoroughly enough to be enjoyable though I fear that only one read since writing it will prove to be a mistake. Just the same, I am ready to move on. So, i...
Flamingo Browning sat on the floor outside her mother's bedroom, on the eve of her 18th birthday, peeking through the crack in the door. It had become somewhat of a ritual. Her mother, the famous April Browning, was dressed in a see through top and short tight skirt, and wrapped in a bright red feather boa. Her body moved with the beat of the music playing i...
This story is based on, "Summer Wind." This was written by Grethe Ingmann; lyrics by Hans Bradtke. "All summer long we sang a song. And then we strolled that golden sand, Two sweethearts and the summer wind. Then softer than a piper man; one day, it called to you. I lost you; I lost you to the summer wind." A note of interest: I mention the movie...
"Hey, Deanne," said Lana. I looked up at my best friend since junior high, my best friend in the whole wide world, someone I am honestly so grateful for in my life, because she has been there for me through thick and thin. I don't know what would have happened to me without her, especially during my moody teenage years. Lana was a natural blonde with long...
My name is not Doug. All the names herein are changed. My wife, Darla, and I have a wonderful life. We are comfortable financially, live an adventurous and exciting life and our sex is great. Darla is 32 and gorgeous. She is five-foot-five, 36C-26-34 with great legs and a face that would light up anyone who gazed on it. She has short, off-the-shoulder lengt...
11. Lords of Eros "You've reached the final stages of your trials, Don, and it's time we gave you some additional information," Pamela said seriously. "You have not simply been being evaluated on whether or not you accomplished your tasks, but also on how you have accomplished them, how you have conducted yourself. The rings grant substantial power in Eros....
CONTENT WARNING: This story is exceedingly disgusting. It contains filthy stinking bodies, bodily fluids and scat. * I run. The heavy branch I use as a club slows me down, but without it I am defenseless. The wolves are not far behind me, they fear the club, but know that I cannot outrun them. I probably killed one of them when they first attacked, and now...