I found the lamp at the Goodwill store behind Radio Shack on Emerson Drive. It was buried under a pile of brass junk. The lamp was tarnished and had a green spout, but I thought it was worth the fifty cents. That afternoon, when I sat down on the sofa with a polishing cloth, the first vigorous rub across the lamp's belly produced a thin vapor. I swatted at...
I was awoken by the bedclothes being pulled back, my legs being spread and the weight of the man straddling me, trying to push his tiny penis in. I could only turn and twist my head enough to look behind him at the next man in the doorway removing his trousers, by the look of him it was probably his Son. 'Family Outing', I thought, 'They all stick together'....
You let go a sigh of relief as you watch your mom pull away. You thought she'd never leave. You finally have a moment to yourself. Your son Adam had left early to hang out with his friends and with Mark not back from work till tomorrow, the house is yours. You turn from the window and look around at the living room. You might as well do a bit of dusting befo...
For the first time in over a thousand years, light crept around the corner and down the ancient staircase. Panning her torch slowly around the wide hallway, eminent archaeologist and Tomb Raiding person, Clara Roft cautiously advanced. After briefly eyeballing the steps, she began descending them, heading towards a cobweb-covered wall at their base. As she c...
A big thanks goes to Joe Brolly for the original Genie Chronicles. As many people have done, I'm simply taking his original story format and giving it a twist. Fair warning, lesbian and futa (shemale) sex will feature heavily in this storyline. * Vicky wiped a thin layer of dust from the back shelves of the University of Texas central library section of E...
Trypp walked towards the back room where his uncle kept the machine that would safely extract his extremely magical blood, as did his mate Reno. She didn't trust the necromancer with her beloved Trypp, even if he was Trypp's biological uncle. As she went in the back her mind flashed pictures of shiny things around the uncles shop, and she remembered what hap...
It was New Year's Eve and Angelica Hoare was sitting behind the counter of the Worthless & Bollocks antique store in Little Mingeton, counting down the minutes until the end of her shift. She had no plans for that evening. While most nineteen year olds would have been planning wild nights out, involving copious amounts of sex, drugs and alcohol, in no partic...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2018 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 was swinging my metal detector from side to side as I wal...
Once, long long ago, deep within the depths of the omniverse... there was a world of magic and mystery, of ancient power and savage will, where powerful warriors fought and wily sorcerers plied their trade. This world had many kingdoms, some held by force of arms or force of will, others by ancient traditions or bureaucracies. One of these kingdoms was known...
You come home exhausted from the long flight and the trouble at the airport. However, all that exhaustion is overruled when you take the relic out of your bag. It's a magical oil lamp. Years of research and expeditions have led you to this moment. It all started with that strange call you got about a month ago. A reader of your blog had heard rumours of king...