Chapter Eight We were up early the following morning. It was one of those rare bright winter days where there is no wind and the world looks made anew under its carpet of shimmering frost. The sky was an achingly blue vault with the only clouds a couple of puffs left over from God’s cigar. It isn’t possible not to feel glad to be alive on such a morning, wh...
Please Note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Story Code: M/F, Impregnation, Swing, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism ***** Bill Black was in the shower washing before work, his wife Julie was at the bathroom sink putting on her face and doing her hair. As Bill stepped out...
It is vital to the understanding of this story to read the first chapters. As always I encourage comments as it helps to improve the writing. In the ensuing months, Paul and I continued our extraordinary life and enjoyed the surreal (and what many people would consider abnormal) ménage a trios with our elderly milkman Ron. For myself, life could not have b...
Chapter 4 – Belinda's Rules for Virgins I woke up at midday with a mild hangover and my face burning from third-degree pash-rash. I pulled on my robe and trudged to bathroom, and as I sat on the toilet, I jerked in surprise at the crazy-woman looking back at me in the bathroom mirror. God help Emma Watson if she ever looked like this; I had bloodshot...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2017 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. - All our troubles started when we found the old pram. It had be...
Ok, maybe exploded was an exaggeration. It would be more appropriate to say that the door accelerated with great haste from its designated and proper place in the doorway, and upon discovering that one of the current members of the room was obstructing its flight path, it in a great fit of rage at its long awaited dreams of flight being interrupted, flew int...
Chapter 10 He completed EFT at the top of his class, which was an outcome he hadn't expected as there were several pilots with reserve training and far more flying hours. While the honour was welcome -- it was an independent vindication of his flying ability -- a far more important issue was his posting to a Service Flying Training School. Most British pilo...
I was never under any illusions. She liked men. She liked to be loved - physically and unequivocally. Anything else was just filling in her time. Her true joy always was in having her ever trembling little dooverlackie stuffed and stimulated by a raging instrument of joy. I was under no illusions. For Sara's twenty-second birthday, her husband – yes, she w...
Prologue: The following is obviously a continuation of Sisterly Love, of which I highly recommend reading first as an introduction. And as I mentioned in the prologue to Sisterly Love, this will be a long series by the time I finish documenting everything. So please bear with it. Thank you. As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive....
Chapter 1 George Claybourne left the bookshop feeling a little disappointment, he had wanted to pick up a good book for the weekend but nothing in the small shop had taken his fancy. Walking down the busy London high street he might as well have been walking across a dessert, despite the press of bodies all around him George was adrift on a lonely and per...