Chapter one Tuesday J was up early, I could hear him moving around obviously looking for his case, he certainly wouldn't find it as I has managed whilst his attention was diverted to drop it off the side of the boat, it meant the only clothes he had were the ones he stood up in plus a couple of shirts and sweater, both in his hold-all. I waited for a whil...
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. ************************************************* I wouldn't...
Shelacta Tales One Prologue Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices. Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men t...
The next morning you wake to find me missing from the tent, with a note of some sort folded up lying on the top of my sleeping bag. You unfold the note – it’s a hand drawn map, with a short message scribbled on the bottom: “Meet me here at 10am.” Your penis hardens, as if in anticipation. You lie back down and begin slowly stroking it, thinking of how you en...
Chapter one As we drove towards the airport my mind was a mass of emotions, the last ten days had been a complete transformation in my life, one of the things I was struggling to understand was how permanently sexually aroused I was, it seemed that I was enjoying expressing my feminine side, something I still wanted to fight against. I found this really...
He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and let the warm sun caress his face. For a few fleeting moments he was eight years old again, crouching on the edge of rock pool with a shrimping net, gazing down in wonder at all the starfish and anemones. He stood up and inspected his handiwork. Not bad. Not bad at all. The garden was neat and tidy and awash with...
I probably shouldn't have done this, but I've been browsing through my Haitian boyfriend Steve Salomon's diary. Makes for truly fascinating reading, let me tell you. I just couldn't resist peering into my lover's mind and see what he truly thinks. If that makes me a nosy bitch, so be it. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I'm a young black Muslim woman of Somali...
Chapter one The preparations for my wedding proceeded apace, I was never allowed to see my wedding dress and was kept hooded during all of the fittings for it, these fittings were numerous and each time the skirt was made tighter, I wondered how on earth I would be able to walk in it. My training in every area increased, my voice coach visiting daily, my co...
My stay in Bucharest was over. Divora had agreed to be my interpreter and assistant as we made our way to Moldova. The agents I had sent there to remote rural areas had come up trumps. Their brief was to recruit farm girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty three for the Club. The chosen girls would be trained to withstand the physical punishment and...
I first noticed her while tending the tombs and gravestones in the churchyard. I had of course seen her before, many times in these last few months, but this was the first time I had stopped to consider the woman. Her eyes were a wide, deep hazel narrowing to bright pupils, and these shone through the slit in her headscarf. The rest of her body was shrouded...