It's been over 6 months since my wife Hazel, went From an Ebony Queen to an Ebony Goddess. I've more than figured out what happened that wild night in Chicago during Hazel's work conference with two co-workers, and how my beautiful ebony queen turned into a goddess (chapter 1). That night in Chicago, Hazel had gone out drinking and dancing, and well, one th...
Copyright Oggbashan January 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. * * * * * This morning, Valentine's Day, my post was the usual...
I just found out that my wife is a sneaking, conniving bitch and I don't know if I should be pissed or do something nice for her out of gratitude. Heather and I have been together almost fifteen years, eight of it married and all of it tumultuous. Before tying the knot we must have broken up and then gotten back together at least a dozen times and each time...
Saturday afternoon of a bank holiday weekend. The house is in a turmoil. My wife's in the kitchen, cooking. I'm scurrying around the house tidying up. "Should I bring the Toy Box downstairs?" I called down. "Stick it in the cupboard in the front room. If anything happens, that'll be where it starts," came the reply. Reaching under the bed I dragged out th...
Hazel was woken by her husband rolling over and pulling most of the bedclothes off of the bed. As she rearranged the covers she looked at his sleeping form. As usual he was naked, fingers of one hand entwined in the dark curly hair she had once found so attractive and the fat penis she had once thought of as hers alone lying on his overweight belly and thick...
My ankle was now fully recovered and the agency had given me two assignments to cover, so now there was no excuse, we had the rent money and as far as I was concerned, from now on, Houseman could go fuck himself. Unfortunately, Hazel had other ideas. The whole scene turned her on more than you could imagine and after several arguments I reluctantly agreed t...
They climbed into his shiny new land rover defender, it was a bigger model with a longer chassis and much larger back, it was the dark red of congealed blood with black trims, it was one of the first things he'd bought when he'd got his first big pay cheque from his book sales. He put it into gear and rolled out of the drive way, both genies were in the bac...
Author's note: This is part of a Chain story detailing a new twist to an old legend, The Twelve Dancing Princesses. Please indulge yourself in the other parts of this Chain and partake of all the adventures of our Enchanted Twelve. Magic, romance, and sex are waiting for you. --------- Oarthland The flicker in the yellow light of the oil lamp on his desk...
When she awoke the next morning, she didn't even have the luxury of pretending that the previous night's events had merely been a bad dream. Even before she opened her eyes, she could feel sand all over her bed and on her body... especially down there, between her legs, tiny gritty little bits in the folds of her secret places. Evidently, she hadn't even bot...
He'd knocked on the door twice, rang the bell once and was just about to turn away when he noticed a white sneaker with an ankle attached to it poking out from behind a counter. Tim peeked through the curtain, noticed the sneaker wiggle and knocked on the door again. The sneaker wiggled back and forth as if inviting Tim in for a casual conversation. Again he...