Please note, if you are beginning to follow my memories of The Adventures of Roni, they may jump to different categories as the content changes. Such as it did for the story I just submitted this morning. Please check my submissions page to find them if you are interested. Since I am still putting Roni's final absolute submission to paper, I thought I would...
Laying the Ghosts of War Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 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. +++ Splat! A sniper's bullet struc...
"I'm so happy you're investing in the Paincafe and our subsidiary, the Dungeonopolis Gift Shop, Liggins." said Seneca Smorthwaite. She was so happy that some money was being pumped in here. The master/slave scene was so online these days. "Yes, it's great. I do have one condition, though. I have a relative, ah, Limbo Lawrence, who needs-needs work." Senec...
Paul had known Joan for years. Joan had a son Tom, who was in Paul's class at school. Alison was the big sister. Paul had been friends with Tom all his life, they both spent time at each other's houses at weekends and school holidays. Paul had always got on well with Joan. They flirted a lot, but it was all just in fun. When Alison had gone to America to wor...
This is my first story! If people like it, I will continue. This chapter is pretty much just plot. No sex yet. Enjoy! _____ "The time has come my child." Wide dark brown eyes looked upwards into those of the temple priestess. "I'm not ready" she spoke, standing up and pacing to the other side of the room. She stopped by a marble pillar and leaned on it,...
A week later after our high school reunion Rhonda and I decided to spend the whole weekend all to ourselves. Ever since that night in the school cafeteria we've grown closer, getting to know more about each other than ever before. Hard to believe she was that same girl who played volleyball like a pro with a tomboyish attitude to go with it. After leaving he...
A lonely young woman is left the family farmhouse by her grandmother who always said, "I've got the trains to keep me company." This is a VERY mild story that will primarily appeal to those who are into machine self-stimulation or have a fetish about steampunk. There is no explicit sex. Instead this sets up a fantasy which some will live out in their own mi...
"You can look, gentlemen, but you definitely can't touch," Soraya Bintang said to herself, as she checked her reflection in the mirror, in a quiet corner of the boudoir. All around her, the other women of all hues who worked at the club bantered, as they got ready, and she dutifully ignored them. Tonight's show had to go perfectly, otherwise Soraya was going...
Edited by Spencerfiction. With thanks. ***** "Wake up my little pumpkin," Will whispered into Lynn's ear as she lay sprawled over him. He squeezed the round little ass that he had just spent the last fifteen minutes gently caressing as she slept on top of him, worn out from their love making. "It's near midnight. Dad and your mom will be home soon, you sh...
Inside his dorm at the University of Prince Edward Island in the City of Charlottetown, Karim Adeluyi was restless. And it wasn't just midterm madness, or the hostile stares and passive-aggressive bullshit he'd grown accustomed to receiving from some Canadian students who weren't used to seeing people who looked like him in their otherwise homogenous learnin...