I had given Garth the car keys and the lights on my vehicle flashed when he pressed the button on the keyless entry. He led me to the driver's side and opened the door for me. "You drive. I got to think. Remember, you're just a treat, more or less like a fringe benefit. There are plenty of fucking females in the world that I'd be better off with who aren't...
The wagons creaked and rattled down the road as the sun sank toward the horizon. The women were excited, because familiar bits of scenery appeared the closer they moved toward Lakenshire. Mindblind, however, was on edge. He kept his eyes roving and his ears perked to the wind. From the moment they'd set out from camp, his danger-sense had been screaming at h...
The myth might wear away, but the truth remains, revealed, remembered. You reach your hand inside your pocket, thankful to be free of gloves now Spring has sprung, the promise of warmer air, tender against your skin, welcome against your open face and hands. Your fingers feel for the smooth round pebble, a hard stone, polished. A prehistoric and permanent...
Mistress Feral had made me wait at the door for nearly a minute now and my nerve was close to breaking. It had been a long held desire of mine to visit a Pro Domme for a session but it had taken a lot of nerve on my part to actually arrange it and then to follow through and appear at her address. So I am nervous. Jumpy. And that is clear when the door event...
The Caribbean sunrise was complete as Jon finished mile six of his Saturday morning run. One more mile and he'd be at their Tortola, British Virgin Islands home. His thoughts and fantasies dwelled on what she would be doing when he returned, all hot and sweaty, full of testosterone and ambition. Reaching the driveway in full sprint, Jon stopped, bent over wi...
Thank you for selecting this little story. I trust you find it pleasant and not too gory. Happy I if it draws a hand Down to cock or cunny, Or, gentle Reader, were it deemed to be Dead Funny. * The events which so greatly affected the course of my existence occurred not long after I had attained my nineteenth year. My father, Sir Thomas Martham, was the g...
This series starts with a fictitious ad called "Terrorize me", followed by these stories: "Terrorized" "Terrorized a Second Time" "Terrorized a Third Time" "Terrorized Again and Again" Warning: In this series, the main character wishes to be impregnated by a stranger in a bizarre and frightening way. This series contains elements of violence and control, s...
The knock at the door is startling to me in the semi darkness but my answer to come in is clear and strong. I hear the door shut behind you quickly, and I am excited to actually see you in real life, but I don't turn around right away. Somehow I know that would give you control and I have the edge right now if only from the element of surprise. A long, langu...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 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. Story so far: Paul, driving a back road on Romney Marsh at night,...
"Oh my god!" My wife looked up over the muscular shoulder of the huge black guy nailing her on our bed. Her long tanned legs wrapped around v-shaped torso. "Hi honey. What are you doing home early?" "Kelli what the fuck's going on here?!" At that, the black guy turned and shot me a nasty glance. "What's it look like we doing, genius? I'm dicking your old...