(This is linked to the story "The Bridesmaids' Revenge" but can be read on its own, preferably AFTER Thomas' Stag Party ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2000 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...
Thomas' Stag Party (This is linked to the stories "The Bridesmaids' Revenge" and "Lisa trains Thomas" but can be read on its own ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2000 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 im...
My home visits of a very exclusive and particular kind are forever a learning curse regarding the attributes of those very passionate starved ladies out there, particularly those who attended the Hen Party which me and my troupe emulating the chipmunks, attended. I was inundated for private sessions and the general excuse was that it was fine doing it at th...
I have to write about an experience I had on Saturday night. It came completely out of the blue. I was visiting my Dad for the weekend. I decided to go in to town to meet a friend. On my way in I passed a hen party (In the US I think they're called a batchelorrette party) from Donegal. They were singing on the streets. I smiled at them and walked on. I met s...
Following my last story when, following the hen party, Lorraine left me her address and I called around with very satisfying results. She has an absolutely luxurious house in one of the richest areas of Hampstead in London. Her husband was away on business and Lorraine was of an age where she was bored with what she called doing sex by numbers on a Saturda...
So, it's my hen night. I am getting married in 3 days! I am so excited and couldn't wait. But tonight was about something else. The HEN NIGHT. The girls had arranged it all, but they wouldn't let me into the secret of what was planned. My soon to be husband was in the house, it was a Friday 6pm, the girls had arrived so I told him politely to fuck off an...
I was happy to take up an invitation from Jan who was one of the women attending the hen party I have written about before. One of the women I remember who ardently sucked me, to the extent that others waiting were getting somewhat impatient. "Fuck this" Jan retorted after being pushed and shoved and almost physically pulled away from what she was enjoyin...
Stag. Hen. Stag and Doe. Stag and Hen. Hag. All names for the Bachelor and/or Bachelorette Party. The famous last night of Freedom before the wedding. Filled with sins. Drinking, smoking, strippers and other erotic entertainments or perhaps more, and other sinful delights which one tries to get out of their systems before they wed their beloved. If things go...
I waited for my brother in the Weatherspoons pub, he called me and wanted a burger meal with a large cola as he was not a drinker as I was. I ordered a pint of Heineken beer and waited for him to arrive, as I was also waiting for an important call from my Police Inspector about an escort job protecting a Jewish Labour member who feared for her life from the...
Our wedding day was approaching rapidly, also the day I would have to hand in my notice at work and it was a bit daunting. However, everything seemed perfect even if our future in business seemed a bit of a gamble. As I have said we needed a couple of decent sized contracts. Rose Delaney was sitting on one and I had an inkling it wouldn't materialise once I...