Og's Blog Pt 07 Og becomes a civil servant. Part 03 Training Courses Author's Note: Because of the Official Secrets Act, this has to be regarded as a fictionalised account and names will be omitted or changed. Any names given will not be the names of real people. Please note that Parts 01 and 02 of Og's blog are transcripts of posts made on the Authors' H...
**** WARNING: This is a stroke story. It contains group sex, oral sex, anal sex, facials, girl-on-girl, and lesbian incest. It does NOT contain significant character development or much of a plot. If any of that bothers you, read something else. Similarities to real people are quite intentional, but names have been changed to protect the less than innocent....
Looking back now, I'm not sure how it ever turned so suddenly from casual flirtation to all-encompassing, overpowering lust. Everything had moved so slowly - imperceptibly even - for so long. I guess I can't really identify any exact moment of change in our relationship, but I can start by telling you when I first met her. I was new to the city. I was new...
No sooner had I released the poppet from her bonds then it became needful to refasten her. Alarms called from above warned of sail hailing into view on the horizon: perhaps a simple rumrunner, perhaps a ship of the line. "Fair Bitch, I must interrupt our pleasures. My duties call. I leave you here, safe in my cabin, bound for your own protection. Be assure...
This is a chapter from a novel. I penned this work a year ago. However, it has a certain charm. It's set in the 1820's in post Colonial New Jersey, where I grew up. I swear I know these characters, and actually they are local historical characters and I know where they are buried. I have played on their graves. Garrett Cortelyou was a Revolutionary War soldi...
I fidget nervously, adjusting my outfit for the 10th time. I'm wearing a black sheer skirt, short in front and longer in the back. It's solid to about mid thigh, and then sheers out. As I pace back and forth it floats around me like a black mist. Your flight is exactly seven minutes and twenty seconds late. Twenty one. Twenty two. I shake my head to not thin...
This is the story of Sara, a Dutch woman, who is captured by the Barbary pirates on her way to the Dutch East Indies. She is given as a present to the Bey, the ruler of Tunis. The Tunisian sun was not burning yet this early on a morning in 16th century Tunisia. The bright morning glory was making the bay look azure blue and made all the flour particles in...
I relayed this story to a friend recently. He didn't believe me, but then I didn't expect him to. No one would. I can't prove it. I have no photographs or witnesses other than the two ladies involved. Mitch, that's my friend said with that amount of imagination, I should write for Literotica. I had no idea what Literotica was and I had to Google it and well,...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 / 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. *** When I had asked Cecilia's father for per...
You wake up. You just lay in bed anxiety washing over you as you stare at the ceiling. What are you going to do? The indecision is crippling, the prom is coming up and you don't have a date yet! What's next? Dave Baxter Chloe Nass Dutch Deiman Anna Harbrook Merum Moxi Owen Frentis James Davis What's next? Dave Baxter Chloe Nass Dutch Deiman Anna Harbrook...