All characters are consenting, 18+ adults. ***** Prologue: "Pretty Little Liar" I cry out in pain - the high-pitched wail of a wounded animal echoing against the expansive gym walls. I sprained my goddamned ankle again. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I chide myself. Shit, here he comes. And, like a fabled, fairy-tale prince - swooping down to re...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2010 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 have something to show you in the stacks..." I state, all business. For those that don't know, "stacks" is short for the bookstacks. It refers to the shelving areas where books are stored in libraries. We both have worked at the campus library two years. The difference is: You are a student worker, and I am clambering towards middle-management. Howeve...
She hurried home, aware of the time, unsure of how the afternoon had slipped so quickly from her grasp. She had spent a wonderful afternoon having lunch with friends and then wandering in and out of shops looking at pretty things that she knows would please Him, the memory creates a smile which ghosts across her face chasing back and forth with the little fr...
A few years ago, i was allowed to serve as a domestic servant for an amazing couple who live near Los Angeles. This is the story of what happened that weekend. Before i flew out to LA, Master Damien instructed me to purchase a very nice hand-made humbler online, and to have it shipped to His home. i was also required to purchase some frilly pink panties and...
NOTE: This story contains some darker elements including rougher sex and the pretence of non-consensual sex. * I'm leaving work. You phone and tell me where to drive. I do, and you follow me. At least, I assume you do. I can see headlights behind me. After a while you say, "Pull over." I do. I get out of the car. We're in a lay-by beside a highway in the...
Taylor saw a trick. A green Honda Civic was slowing down and, yes, the guy was nodding at her. She walked to the driver's window as fast as she could, though slower than usual because of the irritation on the ball of her left foot. "Can you tell me which way to Kroger's?" he asked. Damn. She knew and gave the fucker directions. A pretty, slightly built Af...
TOTALLY SOFTCORE - if that doesn't suit your fancy, you've been warned. This is a one-off, but I suppose could lead to more adventures. I have other work stringing, so we'll just see how the reaction is. :) **** "If I had to guess, no one has been in this house for over forty years, Dan. Maybe more." "That's saying a lot, calling it a house, Cheryl." D...
(This is a fantasy written for fun. All characters are age 18 and over. If you do not enjoy spanking, humiliation and some fetish please do not read, as you will not enjoy the story. Thank you.) "Okay girls it time to get dressed, we are going shopping for Kathy's punishment outfit," I called upstairs to my 25 year old wife and her Mother of 48. Both...
The Arrival: A long, white sheriff's van, with the initials I.F.D. stenciled on the door pulled into the razor wired compound at the rear of the International Federation of Dominants court house. Two prison guards slid the gate closed behind the van, before walking purposefully over to the driver's side window. The taller of the two guards, a buxom blonde w...