You left me, my gentle reader (or did I leave you?), at the very moment of my release from prison, after I have spent there the whole 15 months, which was exactly half of my sentence. My first week in prison was rough. I was framed by the old man whose wife and his lover I enjoyed greatly, both of them, and most of the time simultaneously. He had arranged f...
Come, walk with me. Walk with me as I talk to you of dreams, fantasies and desires. Walk with me as I share my hopes, my plans, my longing to own you body, mind and soul. You know you long for that deeper ownership, for the mind that is in front of you, the arms that surround you, the strength that encompasses you, and above all, the will that commands you....
In our twenty second year of marriage my wife began a sexual relationship with an old boyfriend named Leonard Foyle. They'd kept in touch over the years, ran into each other every few months at various union functions. I'd met him myself, once or twice, always cordially. The last time, as I recall, on one of our infrequent trips to the big city, he'd brought...
Free Speech. Hmm... That's a hard one. The right of the individual to freely speak his or her mind and not be censored for it. It's a nice Idea. Americans claim to have it. But do we really? An author decides to write a novel of political intrigue, spends a year and a half (roughly) to get it ready for publication, and submits it to numerous publishing hou...
It was time to move on... I will be graduating today, 4 years after moving in with Ruth, and tomorrow, I will be moving out to start my life as a grown up. I already found a job in my home town, and rented a small apartment near the new office place. Ruth came with me and my parents to the graduation event. My parents liked her a lot. For them, it was lik...
Ch 04. The Women's Side. Trevor was out on his motor mower when he heard a text arrive. He opened it because it was from his wife, Angela. "Honey. We need to talk. Please come home ASAP." "Oh Hell!" he thought. "I wonder what I have done wrong." He gunned the motor of the mower and finished the lawn as quickly as he could and headed home. He was surpr...
The pungent stench of shit wafted through the cold stone cell, where Jax had been trapped for several months. The smell was unfortunately all too familiar to him. Every morning, the same farmer came and dumped a pile of horse manure just a few metres away from the barred 'window' that lit the room he lived in. The room itself was dreadful. The floor stained...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. If you are a member of an organisation, can you: A. Call the Chairman of the Board a stupid prat? B. Suggest that the General Manager is incompetent and a wanker? C. Describe the employees as talentless pricks who could be outperformed by three-t...
I am writing this at the request of my husband, swinging sister and friendly admirers. To you critics that don't like my stories or experiences: why do you read them or why are you on this site? What did you expect from an adult site titled "Loving Wives" anyway? My stories and fantasies are based on actual experiences and their purpose is to share with open...
Fantasy exploration within a marriage only works when both parties' needs are met. When the balance of power shifts in favor of one over the other then things can get dicey. That's what seemed to me to be happening as Donna walked out of the room talking to someone on her cell phone. I took a quick shower, got dressed and mentally prepared myself to confron...