This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between characters in this story and any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. I swear. Would I lie??? Apart from the mention of Oggbashan - he's real, and I wrote this pastiche of his "Car Maintenance" story to commemorate his volumes of excellent work, and his humour and guidance on these pages. A side n...
I am not Italian, nor have I ever met a member of the mafia. My distinct apologies for any errors or misconceptions. -Introduction- A few months before my twentieth birthday, I sat with Marco Giovanni, the most notorious mafia boss in New York, on the couch in his room sipping soda. We talked for hours that night. Actually, he talked, and I listened. He to...
This story came about when a reader emailed me wanting to know where she could find Sergio's and Rachel's story. The sad truth is that I hadn't written anything about Nicola's brother from the Empress's New Clothes. I hope this satisfies that particular reader. This is the first chapter of what I am planning on have be a six to eight chapter story. All feedb...
It was a quarter to 3 in the morning. Harris Craig, early morning TV anchor in Kansas City, was sitting nude at her bedroom vanity. She was getting ready for work. She leaned into the lights around the mirror, stretched her neck and gently ran a hand from her chin down her throat to her collarbones. She was looking at the distinctive bruising: a thumb shap...
Lourdes gritted her teeth as Solomita pressed the end of her Newport Full Flavor cigarette to the edge of her lover's clitoris. Lourdes was a non smoker, but endured much from the cancer sticks of her various dominants... Lourdes's nipples were severely clamped with Victor rat-traps, quite heavy, and she was a comic sight as the traps wavered, on her small...
Copyright Oggbashan February 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. +++ In the late 1940s very few British people could own or run...
Sex Sells 06 "See you Monday! Drive safe!" Denise exclaimed from the top of the driveway. She and Jerod were saying goodbye to their guests. The graduation party turned "recruiting event" had been a major success. They had put their new sales team -- Kim, Sonia, Kyle, and Brandon -- through their paces and all four had passed with flying colors. Training...
I woke up from a brief afternoon nap with my usual soft-on turning rapidly into a full hard-on - Penelope and Zoey were sharing my cock. They lay alongside me – on their sides with one arm across my tummy and their recently fucked pussies in full view. I was on my back with an arm between their open legs. Their pussies were too close to finger and too far fr...
Cat was trying very hard to be interested in the discussion about new ember engines with the man who kept trailing off to stare at her body in the black swimsuit. She had to admit, it was hard for her not to look at the other women herself. Of course, the whole conversation ended when Hannah and Ving entered the area, leading the other racers into the pool....
Chapter 8: A day of rest! Fisting, then Piercing Sunday! Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please read the sequences leading up to Saturday Evening – The party turns into an orgy. It could help you follow what may happen here. SLEEP COMES TO ALL BUT CHESTNUT I was not surprised that we all slept. Great sex makes you tired...