"There it is, at long last!" I exclaim, as my eyes set sight on a lone statue in the centre of the chamber. It was surprisingly well lit by the rays of light seeping in from cracks in the ceiling. I scan the area for any obvious traps, and after considering the month long journey it took to get here from the capital it seems like dying at the foot...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2020 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 heard the key in the front door and went out into the hall....
She believed in the capacity of Science to make things better. To make anything better. Even herself. Eva Pryor, born October 25, 1854. Born the very day of the triumph at Balaclava, when the heroic British soldiers of the armoured cavalry overcame the Russian forces through a miraculous new invention, the steam-suit. Horseflesh replaced with legs of iron,...
My name is Christi Clark, a married mother of two who is getting back into the working world slowly by turning my dance background and yoga hobby into more than just my recovery from childbirth, but my new business opportunity. I had become certified as a yoga instructor, as I had been a dance instructor, but what I wanted to target was other young mothers l...
Chapter 1: Seth's dark secrets Jay had planned on waiting a while before moving in on Seth, but the old boy forced his hand. When Hilary put Jay's name forward for promotion to head of the sales Department, Seth opposed it. Without his approval, the promotion would not happen. It was then that Jay threw all his energy into digging for some dirt on Seth. J...
Music washed over Karen, as soft and soothing as the caresses of her master, the Maestro. She had been bound, she had been beaten by him, and now she knelt by him as he reclined on the couch, his eyes closed in appreciation of the peace which the music brought. One hand rested on Karen's neck, fingers curled beneath her chin to hold her head up, keep her ba...
NOTE: This is the continuing story of Susan, a white housewife, 45 years old, seemingly addicted now to Black cock. She's serving not only the farm labourers, but now many others who she's introduced to by the Blacks she's already fucking. She's the go-to fuck for a growing network of Black men who trip over themselves to slide their massive cocks into her....
Daisy could not believe she was standing here; it was bad enough that she had spent the last ten weeks confined in the Punishment and Retraining Institution for professional women as a result of poor performance at work and her desire to keep her job in the longer term. Somehow though she had managed to maintain her discipline despite the deprivations and hu...
Kavya walks out of her building wearing a dark pink saree with a purple blouse. As she walks on road, she can feel the eyes of men preying on every part of her body. The smooth fabric of the saree gliding in and out her asscrack making her feel more sensual. She starts wiggling her ass more as she walks so that the saree keeps moving in and out of her asscra...
As an 'older' writer, from a far off land, this time of year causes me to reflect many unusual experiences and remember events that shaped my life and made me who I am. Books that you study at school tend to alter the way you think. George Orwell wrote the classic tale 'Animal Farm' which parodied the concepts of Russia's Communist Government. Having lasting...