Donna May bides her time. On Saturday she is far too mellow after her orgasm to think of punishing other girls. But on Sunday she runs through a few possibilities in her mind. There is hog-tying, which was so effective the last time. But ideally she'd like something different, and something which does not require her to wake herself and get out of bed before...
Alan smiled as he went with his parents to visit the Morgan's. The fact that he was already bored out of his skull was hidden under that well practiced smile. The only bright spot he had to look forward to was that his pious parents and the holier-than-thou Morgan's would fob him off into Clare's care. He liked Clare. She was smart, even if a little naïve....
Clare and I lay on the bed together naked, contented from our lovemaking. She leant over to me and kissed me. 'I can taste your cum in your mouth.' she observed. My face was still sticky from where she had rubbed her cum filled lips over it. 'Do you mind?' I asked, then before waiting for an answer. 'What is it with you and that anyway. Why have you suddenl...
The building had her name on it. CLARE'S WORLD. Of course it did. It was her empire, built up from potholders sold at parties to a multibillion dollar "lifestyle industry." She understood people and knew how to get or make what they wanted. Her pots and pans were in the most upscale houseware stores. Her gardening boots were sold at Z-Mart. There were three...
In the schoolroom thirty girls, aged from 18 to 21, wearing thirty grey Hazely Reformatory skirts and pullovers, sit at thirty desks, studying the arithmetic problems on the blackboard. At the front of the schoolroom Miss Bulstrode, a strapping woman with a short, dyke's haircut, paces backwards and forwards, scrutinising the girls keenly, pausing now and t...
The back story is in part 1 of this series so you may want to start there before continuing. The plot (yes,there is a plot) will make more sense if you do. ... continuing on ... "Well," I said. "Do you think we got pregnant or will you be abusing me some more?" There was tired laughter from the others at my weak joke. Janine rolled her head back and sa...
The movie was supposed to be really good. Everyone in the crowded theatre sat forward with bated breath, waiting for the action to begin. Casey was leaning back though, struggling to keep focus on the beginning credits. That was because next to him, Clare was sitting sideways, watching him with the biggest grin he'd seen lately. Casey was average height for...
Clare was close to running out of money when she decided to try out being an escort. She's a 19-year-old freshman student at New York City's Julliard School, Music Division, studying the cello. Clare was blossoming into a strikingly beautiful woman with long brunette hair that she usually twirled into a tight bun when playing her cello, so it would not inter...
Morning pulled me from my sleep. Leaving me confused. At first I had no idea where I was or what was going on. By the time I worked out that I was lying on my side in a bed; I also realised that someone was lying behind me with their arm over my hip with their hand clumsily fumbling in my pants. It was this pulling at my cock that had yanked me out of my sle...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 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. * * * * * Last Halloween I was returning from a visi...