It wasn't pitch black in the boot of the car. A thin line of light around the parcel shelf illuminated the thick duvet I lay curled up upon, the pillows lining the edges so that when I slithered around as the car weaved and turned, I didn't bruise myself against the sides. I could make out the pale length of my arms and the length of soft black fabric holdin...
The next day we all felt nice and rested and got ready to go down to the beach. I tried my new bikini on. It felt nice to have a little support for a change but it felt a lot smaller today for some reason. I washed it along with the rest of our stuff last night but I didn't think it shrank. I though about wearing the other bikini but since it didn't have a t...
With the recent explosion of the local slave industry young women today have a greater opportunity than ever to get themselves graded. A slave grade can be a fantasy fulfilled, a ticket to a better boyfriend (Wear your "Prime-" tag as an earring on your next visit to a bar, ladies, if you want to see what I mean!) or even a ticket to a career as an actress o...
I knew he was watching. My neighbor, John, had been coming home for lunch a lot more often since he first saw me laying out topless a couple of weeks ago. My boyfriend, Stu, and I rented the lower half of this two-story house which had a small yard on the side of the house that was only overlooked by the upstairs bathroom windows and a balcony door. The ba...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2012. 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. * "Bloody troubadour!" Leofric threw the scroll from the bed to th...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis...
Encounters With Mrs. Cochran II Her new young lover leads to a new secret life. 2nd Encounter: continued Tim squatted in the darkness of Mrs. Cochran's walk-in closet. He could still hear the voices, distant murmurings muffled by the carpeted floors and walls. But the voices were coming closer and closer, as if coming up the stair case, as if coming for...
"You like that don't you bitch? You love being taken like a fucking dog, don't you bitch?" The guy (Dana did not even recall his name) was a construction worker and spoke like one. His hands were rough as he slapped the 19 year old college girl's ass and tugged harshly on her raven haired tresses while he fucked her hard from behind. She loved it. "Yeah!...
CHAPTER 1 Elizabeth's perfect complexion coloured to a disquieting red hue as she perused her Facebook page, her elbows resting on the café table. There he was -- Raul, her ex-boyfriend, whom she had followed across the country -- on the beach in front of a perfect turquoise sea, with a nubile, bikini-clad girl on either side of him, an arm wrapped around...
Chapter 1 Alan stared at the computer screen in disbelief. His nightly perusal of internet porn had suddenly veered off into uncharted territory. He had of late gravitated to amateur videos on the various porn tube sites and was surfing through the latest uploads when a video stopped him cold. Like so many white guys he had a fascination with interracial vi...