OK here is Chapter two. Thank you pixie87 my wonderful editor for helping me out. I hope you all enjoy this. I tried to make it longer, but I don't have a lot of time to write considering I work. Enjoy and comments of all kinds are welcome. * A rogue was trouble, even to a circus. It meant that a were of some kind was tromping about trying to make a meal...
I was beginning to think that Leverton just might not have any more surprises for me. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I stepped into the kitchen one morning, there stood Thelma at the stove. It wasn't so much what she was doing, but rather, it was the manner of her dress. As usual, she was wearing a see-through blouse and a pair of those very tiny kilt s...
I could only sit there, quietly staring down in awe as I watched that magnificent chest rise and fall in rhythm as he slept. My pussy lips quivered painfully as I continued to stare mesmerized by that slight movement of his body. Even after an incredible amount of time I had spent beneath him, countless orgasms, I could not believe I wanted him again. My ins...
Ian Abercrombie initially mistook Paz Duarte for an Argentine. At the time Argentina occupied his mind. Having never met any Argentines, she looked like he thought a woman from the Pampas should. Springy shoulder-length auburn hair fell around her square face. Hazel eyes did their utmost not to engage in any mirth yet tried mightily from bestowing too much...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005. 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. * * * * * Caroline is an artist. She uses an unusual...
I put the finishing touches on my costume for the evening, and glanced at myself in the mirror. Arg! This was possibly the scariest Halloween costume anyone had ever dreamed of! I was dressed all in black; leather mini-skirt, lace-trimmed bra, fishnet stockings (complete with garters), and leather biker's jacket. Braided pig-tails tied high on my head, heavy...
Craig and Larry had not slept at all the night before; there was just too much anticipation, too much repressed worry. All they could think about was today and what would happen, because they both knew it was the most important day of their lives, and the day would even contain the most important second of their lives. For weeks, the two men had restlessly c...
I exited the bathroom half an hour later, still resting whilst I prepared for another session -- albeit a small one this time -- with Tanya, Claire and Claire's secret guest, who was still to arrive, when there was a knock at the door. I vocally volunteered to get it, and walked the short distance to the front door. As a force of habit, I glanced to who was...
You've been working too hard, as evidenced by how often you lean back in an attempt to alleviate the stiffness from your back and shoulders. I glance at the clock, noting it's late. The soft clicking of keystrokes creates a staccato, but pleasant, pattern of sound. I watch you hunched over the glow of your laptop, your fingers absentmindedly working the knot...
I discovered Luke a couple of years ago and had followed him on social media. Big Luke was somewhat of a celebrity in the world of strongman competitions. He was a year younger than me, about 6'4", 300 lbs., and boyishly cute with a chinstrap. He was a leader, a true alpha male. I decided to attend a show he was at and introduce myself. Since I was a fan of...