In 1959 Brian Macklin was in his mid forties and was making just enough money to get along; his dreams of affluence were ruined when his marriage failed. He used to be a sales executive for an affluent London based firm but all of that came to an end when his wife left him; his father-in-law owned the firm where he worked; say no more. To make matters worse...
Poor Theresa, just divorced, cute and sweet. I had to take pity on her, but not in a pitiful way. I suppose I guessed that her slightly meek nature was by choice rather than nature, as if she chose to be that way because she could make something of it. She was quite short, but she had this amazing smile that made her look ten feet tall – maybe other people d...
Author's Notes: (1) I have no idea where this story was lurking in my subconscious. It's dark and horrible, and maybe it springs from a fear of isolation from love and human contact; I don't know. (2) But for some reason I had fun writing this. And jeez, that's a scary statement. (3) For all you trolls out there, blast away. This one's for you. ***** Ja...
She couldn't remember the last time she had cum so many times. Her head was a numb dizzying blur of one orgasm after the next as her entire body was assaulted with the sensation of pantyhose on tights on nylons rubbing, grinding and penetrating her. Looking down she saw two pairs of eyes. One pair were blazing emerald green as they looked up at her from a to...
(A true story about me.) As a teenager I got a job working as a handy boy/janitor for a local ladies dress shop. They liked me and I certainly enjoyed working there. Even at such a young age I quickly could tell what needed to be done and soon was working without much supervision -- much to the shop owner's delight. All through high school it was a great jo...
I am exhausted from the lack of sleep last night due to the most erotic dreams that I have ever experienced. It has been nearly 10 months since I last saw my lover. With her living so far away we do not get very many chances to be together. But the time is getting near when I again will be able to hold her, make love to her and to have some serious fun. It j...
A Fictional Story Ocurring in an Old School Pavilion in 1965 in Basingstoke, Hampshire The first sensation I was aware of was the feel of my stiff member against the warm cotton of my bedlinen. I'd dreamt of a highly erotic encounter in a charity shop involving a woman asking me for some help in trying on a mac in the cramped changing room. The result becam...
It was a long day and I was ready for something to ease my stressed body before a nice dinner with this new guy I met recently. I really wanted to make sure that this would be a special dinner. He would be a great catch! My name is Hye-min, 25 year old, single, American-Korean living in the Bay Area. I've been working for an engineering consulting firm for...
I woke up and saw the bright sunlight was coming from the wrong side of my bed. The reason was because it wasn't my bed, or my bedroom. I was also aware of a wonderful hard-on and a hand playing with it. But it wasn't my hand. "About time you woke up and resumed your manly duties," a female voice said next to me. I turned and looked into the large brown eye...
************************** Copyright Oggbashan September 2008 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. ************************** "Blas...