"So, you're going to be gone all day today, Susie?" Stephanie Beasley asked. She was an ample woman in a black pair of slacks and yellow sweater; her plump face with red hair, blue eyes and dimpled smile greeted Susanna Cox as she peeked over the cubicle. "Yes, Steffie, I'm going to be out all day." Susie sat wearing a white silk blouse with a blue skirt. B...
The bell above the door rang and I looked up and saw you standing there dressed in a two-piece striped suit. You approached my desk and gave me your name Rosy O'Toole you said in a very business like manner. I asked you to take a seat and I would come over in a few minutes. You sat in one of the easy chairs and crossed your legs. The base of your skirt r...
She had led me into the bedroom blindfolded. Once there she quickly stripped me of all my clothing leaving me with only my eyes covered. Then she made me stretch out on the bed face down. She slipped a pair of Koss headphones over my ears, the sounds of some light smooth jazz filling my head, as she knelt astride my thighs. Warm oil splashed onto my upper b...
"Let's go." It may have been hard to hear me over the blaring music, but she nodded immediately. We fled the dance floor and hurried out of the club. I held her hand as we made our way down the winding streets of Bari Gotic. She was a sight to see. She wore a simple low cut black top that allowed plenty of her breast to show. On her feet were the red flats...
((Please pardon the present tense instead of past.. my writing sucked back then)) Darkness This is all he can see at this moment. Darkness. The lights aren't off. His eyes are covered. They're covered in a fine tight material, smooth and silky. He reaches to touch it and finds his hands are bound together, but still free to move in front of him. He can he...
This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the new rules is not allowed to compete in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. Now that I finally heard my Dad's story, I understand that origin...
After the initial mind control Jessica put me through, she further convinced or coerced me to move in. Most of my stuff ended in a warehouse excepting for some of my clothing. She is taking me deeper into submission, I'm losing the knowledge of who I am or was, her obsessive control over me makes me dependent of her and a willing subject to her whim. My like...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2019 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. +++ Sandra is my wife June's best friend and was Matron of Ho...
This is just another story, for the November competition, not for the winter-themed comp. I make this offer - comment and I will comment on your recommendation. What is that smell you get when you step into a circus tent? Piss and shit, of course. Damaged grass, sweat, diesel and hot lights. But sex is part of it. Circuses are great for the kids, of cou...
Susanna Cox sat in the Sacred Heart waiting room with her legs crossed. It was a cool day, so she wore a plaid coat over her dress, yet her legs were in pantyhose and she wore black heels. Her purse was beside her and her coat open, revealing a blue skirt with matching blazer and white lace blouse with the top button open. She checked her face in her compact...