Copyright Oggbashan October 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. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part-wr...
On the Descent of the Catholic Church into Corruption, Degradation, and Sin: A Cautionary Tale Fraulein Susanne von Rauschenberg was admitted as a novice to the Abbey of Saint Hildegard in the southeast corner of the duchy of Brandenburg in October of 1523. She had told her father that she had been called to the monastic life by God himself. The honorable H...
When you're newly married, three months pregnant, and get to see your beloved maybe once a week if you're lucky, being stuck in a mansion in the middle of a forest can drive you a little stir-crazy. I really wasn't used to belonging to someone - I didn't mind it, indeed I liked it, but that someone kept vanishing on me, for days at a time. Usually after seve...
He had been waiting in his office for some time now. Getting up occasionally to pace to the window, only to return to his desk, flick his pen around his fingers and stare at the phone. Thoughts of her had been infecting his mind ever since she started work there a few weeks ago. At least in his office he was consumed by thoughts of her in private. Meetings...
A warm day in late summer. September. Annie and I were in Quebec for our annual Get Away Weekend, our twelfth year. It was a blending of leaving all your worries behind and having the free time to fuck like teen-agers. That morning we had a leisurely breakfast at an outdoor cafe on Rue St. Jean and then visited a sculptor friend of ours in Sainte-Foy. We the...
First story ever published. Dedicated to My muse CockyBitch from the forum. Love you like a fat kid loves cake. ***** It was a normal day in the tutoring center. The clock was sluggishly ticking away. Scarlett was absolutely bored and had been for the last two hours. Her mind tended to wander when the day got to this tortuous crawl. She sighed, hoping some...
"Tell me a story," Aaron said. We were cuddled together in the hammock out back watching the sunset. I was snuggled against his chest, my head positioned just right to hear his heartbeat. One of his hands had slipped under my T-shirt to rest in the small of my back. The other stroked my hair. "Snow White?" I suggested. "Hansel and Gretel? You know, in the...
There was a king who had twelve beautiful daughters. They lived in a tower in the castle, in a room occupied entirely by one gigantic beautiful bed, which the king had commissioned a great sorceress to construct. When they went to bed, the doors were shut and locked up, and they were all placed securely in their chastity belts, but still, each time the king...
Shawn was having the time of his life. Testifying and participating in discussions all day, and out partying all night. With Kia and Shai by his side they kept the taverns open and the impresarios up all night long. The CID, thanks to the beneficence of Warrant Officer Sam Houston, had provided him with a splendid expense account, and Shawn spent his country...
Chapter 1. Intro (or First Punishment to Marjorie ever) Gretel, Daisy and Marjorie were school friends. They had been so since early childhood and now they were 19 (minimum age to graduate from hi-school) and about to finish their basic studies. They lived in a lovely paradise-like island called Odasadi and couldn't wait longer to be out into the "real worl...