I couldn't keep my eyes off of the elegant older woman sitting in the top row of the bleachers at the matinee of the ritzy horse fair. I also couldn't help but notice that she was making a less than subtle production out of lowering her designer sunglasses and looking me up and down, smiling in a cat-that-wants-to-swallow-the-canary way. Younger women, or...
I was at a little arts and crafts carnival not long after I graduated and moved to Dallas. I'd planned to meet a friend, but she couldn't make it, so I just went alone to look around. I wasn't expecting to find a master; I was just killing some time. I'd been searching for a master for weeks and wasn't having much luck. It wasn't to just get laid; I'd had pl...
A/N: This fic takes place in modern New Earth continuity, in which Tim Drake is over 18. Reed looked like he was getting an eye exam—the apparatus mounted on his head, double-barreled, either reel of eyepieces spinning independently while headphones... originating from below, their earpieces jutting up from a chest-mounted 'backpack'... played discordant...
A middle-aged couple's fantastic journey from a married middle-class existence to the liberation of sexual serfdom. Part 1 – CHANGES I. Passion is an intensity of emotion that lets you know you're really alive – not just on auto-pilot. My life is satisfactory. I am generally happy; I love my wife; our standard of living is more than adequate. I am, mo...
MORE CAR SEX Jesse had gotten in the car with his home room teacher and she had driven them to the back of a restaurant parking lot. She told Jesse to get in the back eat with her and he obeyed. Mrs. Evans didn't take off all her clothes but simply removed the panties and hiked up her skirt. Jesse had unbuckled his belt but he seemed to be moving too slow s...
It was a hot day outside, and the gulf air was hot and sticky and humid. I felt my cotton shirt clinging to me with sweat, which had soaked through my clothes and made my jeans feel like they were made out of lead. I glanced at the cloudy sky overhead and wished it would rain, if only so that some of the humidity might evaporate. I wiped my forehead with th...
Part 1 of 3: The Secret Underneath her blouse, there were trickles of sweat. She normally enjoyed giving speeches and presentations, but on that day, there was far more pressure. They were in the conference room of the marketing firm. Tina finished a presentation for executives from Cobolt Lansing, a major corporation. With high stakes in the business wor...
Nothing worse than getting 5 minutes into a story that seems promising and then the author gets into something that really isn't your of idea sexy. I will save you the trouble. This story has anal sex, anal lingus, gender bending of a sci-fi nature, pegging, love, romance, caring, light domination and submission, mild taboo references, lactation, brief ANR,...
Copyright Oggbashan July 2015 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 woke up with...
The tradition of the silent retreat as laid out by St. Ignatius of Loyola goes back 500 years in Western Christianity. The enforced silence can provide an unique opportunity for free or directed reflection by making space for the Spirit to fill. I would imagine that the forward thinking Church of England would be amenable to borrowing from the Jesuit saint d...