As Kala took a break from decorating the Christmas tree in her classroom, she looked outside onto the snow of that late November morning, and embraced the joy from the beginning of the holiday time. She crossed her soft milky white arms, almost as if she was giving herself a hug. She closed her beautiful hazel eyes, and let the spirit of Christmas overtake h...
This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infring...
Chapter 3 -- The Art(s) of Persuasion The 'script' calls for a little 'motivation'. We need Elizabeth to cooperate. We need her to see that it is in her best interest. We've already done the 'preliminaries', in the van on the way over to our warehouse hideaway. Those delicate stockings, covering those trim, toned legs, tore like tissue paper under my 'edu...
Holly heard the shower stop as she lay provocatively on the bed, waiting for her husband to emerge from the luxuriously appointed bathroom. She wore a red silk robe that fell just bellow her firm ass, the top of which hung open enough to get a clear view of her luscious round C cup breasts. She was propped up on one elbow, facing the bathroom door. Holly's h...
Two straps of leather encircled the upper trunks of Naomi's long and slender thighs - With her knees bent, she rested upon calves with leather binds also strapped to her ankles and "O" rings from thigh straps secured to ankle binds each set with a spring-loaded latch. She wore black, nylon knee-pads and black high-heeled hooker boots. Her arms were encased...
************************** 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...
He was hesitant at first to open the mail, when he heard the ping of email. The first one was what he expected, the series of images from the web cam he had brought when he used the key he had been sent, to go to the apartment. It was an average but upscale place, like most of the others on the West Side, brick exterior, token balconies, a long hallway, the...
Diana was 49 and her husband Chris was 53. They had been married for more than 27 years. Their two offspring had both left the nest. Recently Diana had begun to complain of lethargy and muscle soreness, so her doctor had put her on a course of testosterone tablets. It worked. She soon felt invigorated and full of renewed lust for life. Especially a sex lif...
We arrive at the place in a deserted warehouse district somewhere in New York, and I ring the buzzer on the big metal door of the address I've been given, itself apparently a warehouse. The chauffeur is still idling behind me I note, maybe a courtesy not to bust off until he sees the client safely within their destination. I've only a slight worry about bein...
After the private posing session I did for the Gang of Three in Ms. Reynolds classroom (WVC Ch.27 - the Private Drawing Session), Valerie and Erika waited for the other students to leave. Then the two Club members escorted me outside to make certain none of the three were lying in wait on the steps of the Art Building. I had hoped to be able to spend some so...