Copyright Oggbashan April 2005 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. * * * * * Three or four times a year a sign saying 'Auditions' u...
Dave Calahan was lucky to still own his Mattress Store. After a nasty divorce his e-wife got everything else. The arrangement got so bad that he secretly lived in his store just to keep it open. With no house to call home he was forced to utilize his own place of employ to lay his weary bones. It was either that or impose on his Sister Lucinda and her family...
You never know! I live away from town. I moved out here to get away from traffic and freeway Bonsai's (Kamikaze's on wheels). Some developer had bought a few acres and made a Mobile home park and it's quite nice. I live among about thirty to fifty other mobile homes. Mine is a two-bedroom paid for and all mine. The home park is only accessible from one road...
This is my very first submitted story as myself, I've been here for a while and seen some great authors and I want to try my hand at being exposed. While I love good criticism, bad criticism is what helps people grow with their works, now there is a difference between bad and jus fucking with me, please leave healthy criticism. Thank you. Even though it is n...
I was standing in line for a drink at one of those classy, expensive weddings. You know the kind -- the ones held outdoors in the gardens of expensive estates. "You look bored," said a voice. I turned around from the bar and saw a young woman -- more a girl, really -- standing behind me. "I don't know that I'd say I'm bored," I responded. "I'm just not al...
Content Warning: Non-consent, substance use (poppers), Blackmail (implied), feminisation, misandry, transmisogny, mind control/hypnosis, sissy [If you would like to see more of this story, please let me know. I have a habit of never getting past the first section of a story, but would be interested in continuing this. Comment and let me know your thoughts a...
One Tit Bride Copyright Oggbashan July 2015/June 2020 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. Asha is a work colleague in the same comp...
His heart was beating so hard inside of his chest that he could no longer think clearly. He just realized they really did not plan out this scene ahead of time. He was so drawn to her energy that most of his rules regarding safety were ignored. For some strange reason he trusted this stranger, as if they were intimately involved in a former life. He was begi...
Another work of fiction, hope you enjoy. Many years ago I had a regular. I lived about 40 minutes south of him, but he lived only five minutes from where I worked. I would go to his house after work, often dressing up ahead of time in my pickup truck in the parking lot at work, then heading over for a good screwing. This spanned over a ten year period and...
The next morning I awoke, hand toying with my morning wood under my pajamas, so many dirty thoughts from last night racing through my brain. It was 9:15am, so Mom and Dad would already be up. I knew I had to keep my experience a secret, not giving away that I thought anything unusual about what happened last night in the front room. When I got to the top of...