Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 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. This is a Halloween fantasy with femdom. Ruritania is the fict...
It was already getting hot, the sun was in a clear sky, and the humidity not quite oppressive. I was getting the grass cut early in the day to avoid the promised sauna-like afternoon. We had moved into our brand new home a couple of years ago - nice neighborhood of mixed young and middle-aged working families, some with children, along with a few older retir...
I guess I should have figured it was going to be a pretty good weekend. Tuesday before she went to work, Bets told me she was going to Ham and Linda's for the weekend. That meant I would be home without her. Not necessarily alone. Things really started to come together when Ruthie stopped by on her way home, knowing this was a Tuesday that Bets worked late....
1. Christi was in her kitchen at home one sunny morning after her husband Joe had left for work to go to his construction company. His 35th birthday was coming up and as she sat at the table sipping a mug of Chamomile tea, she pondered what she wanted to do to surprise him this year for his birthday. She thought back to last year and the trip to the Grand C...
Light rain had been drifting down from the heavens all morning. The dark, foreboding rain clouds above might actually be smoke, and the drizzle falling to the earth could be spurting from an emergency sprinkling system which had been set off due to it. However, the only trace of fire in the Green Hills Cemetery resided in Penelope Baker's heart, which had be...
A cub reporter goes from virgin to pain slut in one weekend * Author's notes: 1. This story is a blend of fiction with fact. Despite this, the activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. Della is fic...
I'm not sure when it hit me; this was almost the same trip we'd started the year before? Then it occurred to me: when does one journey end, and the next begin? Then - as now - we'd spruced up the boat, loaded her up with fuel and provisions. Then - as now - we'd left midcoast Maine and sailed south for Massachusetts Bay, bound for the Cape Cod Canal. Then -...
Chapter 1: Iris was invited by her parents for supper. They assumed that she was still together with Leo for Iris hadn't told them that she dumped his ass and had him serving tricks. The two decided to go there together, for Dez wanted to meet Iris' family. "Fuck. My dad and my mom are gonna freak out when they see me with you. Just the thought that thei...
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead with scenes or events described within this story. All of the characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18 and takes...
Chapter 1 I smiled as I heard her complaining. She had been accosted by a homeless man, wanting a few dollars for bus fare, and she felt so bad she had given him a five, only to see him go into a Seven Eleven and buy a pack of cigarettes. He came out tapping the pack, looked up, saw her, gave a sheepish grin, and walked down the street. "Well, damn, Jen, w...