Copyright Oggbashan December 2009/January 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. * Last night my wife Jane had tied me up before r...
I pull on the second boot, it's thick heavy leather creaking as I begin to tighten the laces. When I'm done with the boots I don the last part of the ensemble. The long leather coat slides over my bare shoulders, the crimson silk lining gliding over my skin. The jet black surface shines dully in the candle light. The cut emphasizing my frame. I stoop to pic...
George couldn't believe his luck. He had walked into the office kitchen to find Sammi washing some cups up in the sink, her long slender fingers protected from the hot soapy water by a pair of bright yellow Marigold rubber gloves. George wasn't sure of the exact moment he discovered his fetish for kitchen or household rubber gloves but was remembered clearly...
The next day I got in the car to head for work and turned my cell phone on. I had a text message waiting for me from Lauren. The message was short and to the point: "Milking today at 9:00 A.M. Pick me up in front of school. Be on time. Don't forget the gloves and my money!" Oh shit, I thought, how do I get away from work at 9:00 A.M.? I mentally scanned my c...
Laura Klein and Jessica Lewis marched Paul to the large building with a sign in front reading Jane House - Girls' Hostel. Next to the doorway stood an eight foot tall stone statue of a woman. The stone lady stood proudly, with her hands in her sides and her chin raised high. Next to the statue was a golden nameplate on a stone pillar with large bold letters...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 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. This is a story in the "Silverbridge" series but can be read on its...
Paul followed the two pretty girls through the halls of the school, until they reached a door labelled with a gold plate reading "Nurse Claire Lilly". Jessica slowly opened the door; it led to a small room with a white tiled floor. As they entered, a medical examination table became visible and a beautiful young woman with bright blonde hair dressed in light...
It was the sign that had caught David's attention as he walked home from work one afternoon. "Full Service Salon," written in big, flashing red letters. From the look of things, it was your standard unisex hair salon, but that 'full service' part ushered in countless dirty thoughts into his mind. Curiosity- as well as a long-overdue need for a haircut- forc...
Though I had always thought that my neighbor, Ava, was cute, it took the loneliness of quarantine for me to finally summon the courage to ask her out. She was in her late twenties, had shoulder-length red hair and wore glasses. Though she dressed somewhat conservatively, her skirts, dresses and cardigans couldn't hide the nice curves of her petite body. In t...
"So what? Have you made friends with your new little room yet?" Mistress Veronica asked, playing with the gloves she was holding in her hands. "Yes my Mistress. A very pleasant place," replied the scared maidservant. Mistresses looked at each other and smiled. Slowly, they began to put black leather gloves on their left hands right next to the maidservant...