Chapter 1 "Say that again?" I asked, to make sure that I heard her right. Deanna Maxwell was one of those ladies that one gave close attention, with her tall, slender, statuesque body, striking blue-grey eyes, and luscious, wavy nut brown hair. Even so, there was still a chance that I might have slipped into a daydream on a lazy Saturday afternoon like t...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2002 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. **************** Why was I turned on by nurses' uniforms? I had...
*THIS STORY INVOLVES FEMALE INFIDELITY AND CUCKOLDING. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THAT KIND OF SUBJECT MATTER, THERE ARE OTHER CATEGORIES & STORIES* ***** Dave Small drove his wife Andrea towards his office building, dreading the inevitable reaction she would receive. For weeks he'd tried to talk her out of going back to work, but she had become bored running he...
Barbara Lovett could hardly fathom what was going on in her surroundings. It registered with her that her teenaged daughter, Linda was sitting by her at the kitchen table crying. Opposite from Barbara, at the table sat her husband, Richard; he was still talking, but, Barbara had stopped listening to him. Instead she continued to replay the words that had rec...
-The Bench Carl was waiting for his hair to dry. As was his habit after his usual Saturday workout at the gym, he would relax on his favorite bench in a small neighborhood park. On nice days like this one, it only took a few minutes for his short hair to be dry enough so he would feel comfortable donning his motorcycle helmet. A small nondescript car slowed...
Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It is a Corporal Punishment, Humiliation, BDSM story. There is no sex. I do have more parts to this story written, I will most likely release them at a later date. *** Four recent college graduates had been in Europe for two weeks. Their whole trip was planned four years ago by their parents. Each one of the recent...
Short and to the point: This is a Breast Expansion Fetish story. If B.E.'s not up your alley, then you probably shouldn't bother with this tale. Thank you. ~ Siren Song, Part 7 — No Other Way by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2012-10-15 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for his time and...
Author's Note: Fair warning, if mentioning church bothers you, then take a pass on this story, because Wilson is corrupting a nice, church-going girl. ***** Wilson puffed once before softly inhaled another lungful of tobacco. The first puff heated up the cheery tip of his cigarette and released a little cloud of smoke before he filled his lungs with the se...
Note to reader: This is an alternate ending to the story, where different decisions are made at critical points between various characters. There are many parallels in the text, but don't skip them even if you think you've already read them. There are subtle, and not-so-subtle, differences throughout. Some of the events described in this chapter aren't for...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.*.*.* Garrett Dunning nodded politely as the receptionist of Glasspool, Dumont & Associates wished him a good lunch....