This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating properly. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, an...
I attempted to doze off with my lovely Beth in my arms but found that I simply could not. Beth had gone to sleep and as her breathing deepened, my disquiet increased. After thinking about it for a few moments, I had an idea that seemed to fit the facts. I concluded that the decision to 'be dangerous' had an unexpected side effect. Much as I wanted to just li...
Rough Day at the Office Using the office computer for erotic e-mails has serious consequences. I met this girl on Literotica named Diane (name altered to protect whatever privacy she may have left). She had a sexy avatar, and said she liked bondage and humiliation. She was looking for role playing partners. I'm not really into role playing or cyber sex. Ma...
Please vote for my entry into the 2017 Nude Day contest. When I started reading on Lit, this was the contest that held the most interest for me. Its stories from the many authors capture my imagination. I guess that you could say it was the reason that I found Lit to be my favorite erotic story site on the Internet! So if any of the other authors are readi...
**Ok, we continue with the tale. It's a little tough scratching around for proper names for this area and the groups of people at the time. Just so you know and don't get confused, to the Amorites (Martu), the title "Ba'al" hearkened back to an old god for them, and it was a word in common usage all over to denote a great man, or a lord, or even the head of...
MotherTell your children not to hold my handTell your children not to understandOh mother FatherDo you wanna bang heads with meDo you wanna feel everythingOh father Not about to see your lightAnd if you wanna find hell with meI can show you what it's likeTill your bleeding -Danzig "Mother" Everyone believes that fear comes in the night. That midnight is...
This story follows on from the events recounted in my "Spoils of Victory" trilogy, but this one stands on its own, so you don't need to have read the trilogy for it to make sense. Of course, if you haven't . . .? She phoned me Sunday evening, just after I'd got back from my weekend away. I'd thrown my soiled clothes in the wash basket, grabbed a beer from t...
The man behind the large oak desk was speaking. "Bob, I think you know why I've asked you to come here today." The small person on my right was gripping my arm tightly. "Yes, your Eminence, I believe that I do. That we do." "Before I give you my decision, I want to make a few things very clear." "Yes, your Eminence." She was gripping my arm even tighter...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2015 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. ************** It started several years ago when Tom, one of ou...
Thanks once again to my editor "Wires" for his efforts in my behalf. He has, once again, taken my scratches and morphed them into a story much better written and easier to read. ***** I rang the doorbell and stepped back to await our host. I put my arm around my darling Heather and pulled her to me for a quick kiss. Oh, how I loved this woman. She had give...