A Touch of Hot Motoring (part one) This is a tale drawn from my wild oat days. Wonderful times! I was built like a whippet and played in a small blues band doing the pub club circuit. Certainly never lacked for a girl! We were all into acid and dope - just a part of the scene. So was a fairly free attitude to sex - perhaps not untainted with guilt but.......
PART TWO (In which Inara must teach two more and meets her master.) As Inara groggily awoke, she became aware of the presence of two men standing over her. She kept her eyes shut and assessed her situation. The companion was lying on her back on some kind of bed with her wrists bound with what felt like plastic zip ties. Her legs were bent and from the cool...
This is a sequel of sorts to other 'Barbra' vampire stories. It might be worthwhile to read the others first. ***** BOOM The sound hammered in the hallway of the French public estate, expanding to take up the space, leaving behind a ringing metallic tone. There was another one. BOOM Barbra could feel it, sense the bullet impact, but there wasn't any pai...
Sarah sauntered into the kitchen about noon wearing nothing but her birthday suit. "Charles?" "Yes, honey?" Her long red hair looked like she had been riding in her convertible with the top down. But no, she had been riding Joe reverse cowgirl and had a bad case of bed head. Sarah's husband, more than twice her age, sat at the kitchen table perusing the W...
Deborah is a country girl. She rides horses, among other varieties of animals with large members. Like certain human males. But only if they beg like a dog. Suzy is a city girl. She rides a Harley and loves the vibrating machine between her legs. “Deborah,” Suzy whined, “you know I don’t know the difference between a horse's ass, a cow's ass and a man's ass...
I blame it all on my husband. Well I would. It's easier than blaming my own weakness. I guess I will leave you to judge. It all began months earlier. I had decided not to slide into decline just because I was sliding into middle age. I admit, I had let things go in recent years, a few wrinkles here a few extra pounds there. Then I woke up one day and realis...
Mike Piazza would miss this opening day. His sprained right wrist might take another day to heal enough to throw or firmly grip a bat, so the doctor said. Mike dressed dejectedly, knowing his uniform wouldn't need to be cleaned after today's game. Ain't this a bitch. I can't fucking stand to just sit there on the bench. And Bobby V. will whine if I read com...
Previous Choice: Motherly Goddess There was only one answer he could truly give her. "Amfrani." He whispered, running his fingers through her silken, silver hair. Corani smiled, leaning her head into his hand. "So be it, beloved." She murmured in kind. "Let us be as Amfrani and Cairusse on the day they bonded." Her words hearkened to an old Catian...
Pt. XVIII: Safari Snatch Caitlin, Kim and Sal rode their Harleys from Dyer, Nevada, across the border and into California, heading north. They crossed back into Nevada at Topaz Lake and headed up I-395 to Reno. Right up to the casino-hotel where Thomas Peterson had been murdered they rode. Jack had reserved the other super suite for them. Peterson lost hi...
Og's Blog Part 02 January to 19 April 2020 Copyright oggbashan (and copyright for those I have quoted) Apart from the Author's name this is supposed to be non-fiction. A couple of people have asked me to make a permanent record of the real-life anecdotes I had posted in the Authors' Hangout and General Board so this is the second part. +++ 1 January 202...