Jessi, my sexy, twenty-year-old lover, drifted off to sleep after experiencing what might have been one long orgasm or four small orgasms. As her breathing regularized, I looked at the clock. It was almost 11:00pm, but I was not tired at all, which surprised me since I had climaxed three times in the last four hours. I waited a few minutes to make sure the y...
Annie stepped aside to welcome the girls into her apartment. Her husband, Dan, was away on business, and this was the new bride's first opportunity since the wedding for a 'girls' night out'. Joss, her maid-of-honour, smiled tentatively as she entered, followed quietly by the three bridesmaids, Leah, Krissy, and Mallory. The subdued atmosphere felt strange....
Four All Hallows Eve's had come and gone since Rustin Peace had began the experiments. It began with a thought, a desire really, to be someone he was not. He wanted to be seen as having daring bravado, the quick complement, the inviting smile, exuding humility and confidence, and passionate. He envisioned having this charm so intense that almost every woman...
(Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the third part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." The first part is titled "Fear and Lusting." The second is "Yard Sale." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.) * The buzzer gave a nasally sh...
Some may remember sitting in a dark room, watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery." Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr. Serling would deliver a brief monolog, perhaps something like this: "Consider, if you will, one of the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry, scholar, man of the cloth, and self-taught painter of...
12-1-14 It wasn't my dungeon, but it was a dungeon and that was good enough for the moment. My house didn't have a space this size to turn into a playroom and while I was a smidgen jealous I didn't begrudge it's owners. After all, they'd graciously allowed me private access for this little adventure. My eyes and fingers strolled around the room, gazing and...
"Now, Jon," you said, "she's ready to go out. Where shall we take her?" I was on my hands and knees in the middle of Jon's living room. I still had my short skirt on, and underpants, but sandals, shirt and bra had been discarded a while ago. It was the addition of a bright pink collar and leash that had given my lover the sense that I was now ready to go o...
SATURDAY The year I spent working as the morning jock at a radio station turned me into a morning person. After a few weeks of needing the alarm to wake me in order to get to work on time, I trained myself not to need it and turned it off. Truth be told, I really grew to hate the alarm sound, so I was relieved not to need it after a couple of weeks. Even t...
Lady of Misrule Laundry Tales 10 ************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois (aka oggbashan) March 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 repr...
This is a tale of some castaways. This is the real story, not the fake one you saw on television. Some of the cast look a bit different. Some look pretty much the same, at least at the start. I do not stick with the story and made up quite a bit. But it is still mostly our childhood castaways that are here for a long, long time. Eventually. This is a story...