************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 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. The house...
THE INTERVIEW I'd been in Atlanta only a week and really didn't know my way around, but from the map it looked like the MARTA stop at Piedmont Road was close to where I needed to be, so that's where I got off. It was a short walk to Habersham Road. Number 358 was a fairly new brownstone, pretty much the same as the others on both sides and across the street...
Wedding Bondage Ch.04 and Last ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan January 2010 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 o...
Michael and Diane had been married less than a year when their sexual quirks began to emerge. Blessed, or some might say cursed, with voracious appetites for sex, their experimentation sometimes lasted for days. Their games invariably included liberal doses of bondage and discipline. Quite by accident, they discovered that they achieved the greatest sexual g...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. The phone rang, once, twice, three times and then I heard James voice from the other end....
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. * The initiation night had arrived, and in two hours, my initiation as a Queen Slut would...
8 Junior Club Cadets We woke the next morning in a King-sized bed. We were surrounded by a bedroom setting with white sheets and covers, but it didn't feel quite real, almost like we were on stage but still had four walls. . We both felt slightly drugged. As I started to regain myself I remembered being on a examining table, being attended to, being clean...
The thick oversize first-class envelope didn't feel like junk mail, so Brandi took a second look on her way to the waste can. It had a return address at 550 East 50th Street, Level 45, New York, NY. That was uptown, East side, near 5th Avenue shopping and Grand Central, just a few blocks from Stuart's office in the uptown financial district. Brandi opened th...
This is a work of fiction involving more or less consensual sexual relations. If you don't like it, then I suggest you don't read.... The names, places and characters of the show obviously do not belong to me. Thanks again and again to PentoPaperWriter because English is still not my mother language. * Lannie's apartment... "So Lannie, we're all right,...
Interview at the BDSM club For the Context of this story, read, "Preparing for the BDSM Club." On Thursday night, I performed oral sex on Pam while she wore a pair of sheer panties. She had two massive squirting orgasms. She put her cum soaked sheer panties in a zip lock bag so they would not dry out. I couldn't believe I was actually going to wear them, a...