Tracey looked over the bonnet of the Lansdowne Sprint as it sat on the podium at the Royal Annual Car Show. The gleaming bodywork reflected the many lights from around the hall where other companies had their latest products on display. Her eyes slid over the fine lines of the bright red car following them down the length of the body, before lingering on th...
Jane Bond, secret agent 069 of her Majesty's Secret Service, arrived for her briefing with her chief, N. The dark rimmed glasses and raven black hair pulled up in a bun could barely conceal Jane's good looks, nor could the subdued gray pinstripe business suit conceal her curves and figure. "Bond," spoke N in his gravelly voice. "Your mission is a difficult...
This is a work of fiction. * The days after I fucked with Leona I spent alone. She has told me that she was going for shoot in the Bahamas for a week. I was a man who had everything in terms of material comforts, and there was not a girl I couldn't pull in a bar. But I found that I could not stop thinking of Leona and that I stayed at home fretting and loo...
Gyllen was weakly leaning over the wooden barrier of the poop deck whilst on his quivering knees as it rocked back and forth across the waves. He tied his hair back into a bunch, keeping it far away from his face in fear of retching into the ocean and getting chunks of this morning's breakfast tangled in his tresses. Not the most attractive situation the pri...
Sequel to my 2004 version of Rapunzel With apologies to the Brothers Grimm. *************** Copyright Oggbashan January 2017 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 speci...
Harry Dick, Private Investigator, sat in his office watching the evening traffic on 5th Avenue below his window. He was thinking back to the Suckumoff dame's tits and the Family Jewels job he'd cracked for the cops a few weeks before. "Those were one great pair a knockers," though Harry to himself as a police squad car pulled up in front of the building. In...
Walter and Martha Wilding drove to Barbara and Jeremy’s new home to pick up Barbara’s parents, George and Hilda. Hilda insisted they come in for some coffee and a pecan loaf she had just taken out of the oven an hour earlier. Walter and Martha knew the house well because they had been good friends with the contractor and his wife. Jeremy had already left, b...
A sting on Isabelle's bottom woke her up with a yelp. She turned around to see Jean-Marie standing next to her bed, his arms folded across his chest. 'Good morning ms. Anderson.' he said. 'You wouldn't wake up when I called you.' The haze of sleep ebbed away and the sensation on her bottom told her what he had done to wake her up. No one had dared to spank...
The time was eight fifty-five in the evening when Thaddeus drew back his shirt sleeve to look at his watch. Erica had divulged as much about her club's party rituals. The distance to the address on the card was going to be a long one, nearly at the city limits. It was best he left an hour early to arrive there at the hour Hilda had given him; the party, Eric...
§1. A beautiful night for a stroll. A lazy warm breeze whispered through the treetops as Hilda silently opened her shutters, eliciting a whining squeak from the rusty hinges. She grimaced in annoyance, quietly praying that her sleeping grandmother had not heard the slight sound, the old woman has ears that could put a bat to shame... After a few moments of...