Preethi's perspective - I didn't have much to complain about in my life. I had a good childhood with loving parents. I was educated well. I married well, and had a husband who provided adequately. And to top it off an adorable baby. I never quite missed anything at all in life. Till I moved to Bangalore and had Akshay as my neighbor. I had fantasized abou...
My trust was broken as well as my world. The worst thing was that I hadn't suspected a thing. I had trusted Chris with my life. He had fathered my only child. Chris had had an affair. Although he claims it was a drunken one night stand with a hooker who was milling about outside a hotel where he was staying while out on work. In short - it was a terrible mis...
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 have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part-wr...
Her bangles jingled as Priya walked down the stairs. She wore a new royal blue and black two piece formal sari that her aunt had bought her for the occasion. The top was black and highlighted in gold, showing deep cleavage and her athletic stomach, similar to how a sports bra fit. It had thick straps that ran over her shoulders and a strap running across her...
We finish the last morsels of the meal and she reaches to take the plates. I stand up, smile over to her and grab up our dishes, give her a wink and walk them over to the sink to start rinsing them off and put into the dishwasher. "That hit the spot, Jo. Thank you!" "You're very welcome, honey. Come on and give me a hand up, I'm ready for a smoke." She smi...
The life has multiple aspects and impacts on human life. Sometimes it moves straight and simple, like a calm and quiet ocean and then suddenly it changes its routs, brings a lot of uncertainties and instabilities, becoming so rough and rude like an uncontrolled river, falling from the unseen heights to the unreachable depths. Making us unable to see its begi...
Author's Note: This story could reasonably be classified under Nonconsent or Fetish (Tease and Denial) or perhaps even some other category like SciFi. I think Fetish is the best spot, but will offer an apologetic shrug if readers think differently. Happy reading! * "Wake up, sleepyhead!" The guard tapped my bunk with her police baton. I opened one eye and...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
It had been three weeks since I had been rear ended by Zara, the beautiful and oh so commanding Desi goddess who responded to my superior attitude by stripping me naked in the streets and giving me the spanking I deserved, and in the process discovering how many needs I had that she could fulfill. Here I am, ready for my training. I shiver in anticipation....