Your eyes snap open and you see a light hovering over your head. It's a chandelier, and you sit up and look around with a fuzzy memory of the previous night. You don't recognize the room that you're in, it looks like some kind of bedroom suite, you think to yourself. There is a king-sized four poster bed in the middle of the room, and to the right you notice...
A Sissy’s Life by Queen Diana Slutty pink lip gloss? Check. Ass cheeks practically hanging out of a scandalously short pink skirt? Check. Pink tube top, butt plug, and thigh high stockings? Check. “Check, check, and check! That’s everything!” I giggle. Looking over at the body length mirror. Writhing with satisfaction, as I realize, what a pretty little sis...
Credit to Conversations, who gave me the idea behind this story, and who also wrote the delightfully funny "Saving Miss Stacey," which I highly recommend you read first. Although she quite literally stole my character from me, who now presumably resides in hiding, I suppose being a near-omnipotent, certified narrator has its benefits... Once upon a time, th...
When I came into work I knew I had better find a way to contain my Cheshire cat grin or else someone was going to know that I was doing things I wasn't suppose to all by my lonesome in the office. Then I saw the note on my locker from Wilma, the accounting manager. That ought to take my smile away. "Caresse, when Dr. Prospero brought his check over last nig...
"OK Lydia, you win. I know when I'm whipped." Larry spoke to her in a whisper, his voice racked with sobs. He sat gingerly on the stained red duvet of the cheap motel where he stayed. His life of poverty and struggle had exploded into a dream turned nightmare when he had literally been hit by Lydia, a barely 18 year-old very freckled red-head who ran into h...
My morning was starting out as any other had. An hour and a half of driving halfway across the state, sit in on a fifteen minute meeting, collect my paperwork and equipment, load up my truck and head out into the county for the rest of the day. My name is Steve, and I'm a cable lineman. There's not really too much to tell about me. I grew up a fairly normal...
AN: This chapter takes place two years after chapter one. Sarah adjusted her pigtails and made sure that her uniform fit just right. She needed to look perfect. She had never felt so nervous, not even during her dad's toughest cons. However, this was different. She was going on her first official mission for the CIA. She had spent the last two years attend...
Starbucks? Check. Purse? Check. Carry on? Check. Boarding pass? Check. Phone? Check. A new message? Of course. She would wait until she sat down before she read the message. Walking into a pole, onto or off of a moving sidewalk unexpectedly or bumping into the back of someone while reading the message would not be a good way to start her morning....
I was a senior in college in one end of my state dating this young gal from my hometown in the other end of the state. She is the same girl as the one in Feeling Kind of Lucky, the story of how I met her. Anyway, Zoe was my junior, but looked every day of 21. She was 6 feet tall, had shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes, with a "model" figure--long, sl...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 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 am a student at a London university in the mid 1960s but...