IMPORTANT: Read "Her Victorian Bottom Plundered" before this follow up story. Thank you. ** Part 1. For awakened Prudence, the days had been sexually listless for Henry, her husband, was away on business. The sunlight flickered through the swaying branches of the old oak tree which majestically dominated the farthest reaches of their garden, and which un...
CONTINUED FROM "JENOLA THE BLACK BI BBW" The next Thursday, six days later, I returned home and saw Jenola's next letter. I raced inside with it, but first sat down at my computer and lit a joint, so I could read her letter while fucked up. Her letter read: Big wow to you, too, Steven! What you said about all the feelings being mutual is so right. It's ama...
The first moments of awakening were quite pleasant. Argunthal was more than ready for another day in the city, full of energy to- right. He was most certainly not at home. Rolling over, he saw a familiar figure gnawing at a roll, sitting on a stool by the side of the bed. "How long was I asleep?" "Two hours, maybe? Time gets odd down here." "I'll say." Ar...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories...
Chapter 9: Back On the Clock After the symphony ended, Sue collapsed in exhaustion. She wasn't sure how long she slept, but knew that she had one of the best wet dreams she could ever remember. A substantial damp spot darkened the seat of her desk chair. She checked the remote and all it said was "Nocturnal Delight." She felt like she had been visited by so...
The bar was tightly packed with young people - it was a busy Friday night, after all - and the fact that it was right next to the university's residential campus made it the easy choice for all those students who didn't want to drag their drunk bodies too far home. But I wasn't interested in getting bladdered on cheap booze. I just wanted a few hours distr...
You should read chapters 1 and 2 before proceeding, things will make more sense. Monday back in school, I noticed how differently I was feeling. Part of it was distraction, thinking of what Rose and I had been doing and the fact that Harland would return on Tuesday, but mostly I simply felt out of place. The other boys at school suddenly seemed like inexp...
"The Faeries should be pleased," Patrick Davidson said to himself, gazing at the tiered garden he had spent years building and maintaining. He turned to his favorite part of his creation - the sculpted stone fountain that sat at its center. Two meters high, it was crafted from pale gray stone. A custom carved statue depicting a trio of winged Faeries holdin...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan January 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. Note: Althoug...
Late last night I had an idea of what you can do for me whilst I am away. I (temporarily) release you from your 'no orgasm' rule. I want you to masturbate every day - and keep a journal. Try and do it a little differently every day, perhaps in a different place, outdoors? In the restroom at the mall. I really must dash but I am glad we 'touched base' an...