Duncan Cyrus, age 20, Landlady My first apartment. I feel peace here. It's a two bedroom and one bath with a kitchen and dining area. How do I afford it? A job of course, my parents help out, and I get discounts by supplying my landlady the necessary fulfillment. When I first arrived to look at the apartment I admit it had me at first sight. The size, th...
I didn't know what exactly stunned most. My mind had to recap everything as I returned to writing my novel. This so distracted me that I had to give up on my homework well before supper. What was the loss, I consoled myself. The world might find it useful, but the delay in completing and publishing another alternate history on the Civil War wouldn't kill it....
This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. Techsan read and edited the dedication above and the following story. Now I add techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had fin...
Natalie Murphy was a rather reserved young woman. 21 years old, a shapely feminine jawline, plump lips, and sexy dark eyes, but given that she wore conservative clothing, little to no makeup, her hair in a ponytail, and had spent her high school and college years largely in the library, it meant that her social skills were a little lacking, and her romantic...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2016 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. ************************************************* "Rory? Can y...
I was happy, perfectly content, with my wife, Joan, that is, until she lost 100 pounds. We had a good life as man and wife, a life that was centered around food and the kitchen. Truly, is there anything else in life? Only, all that changed with daytime and reality TV. I built her a custom kitchen with a big island and loads of granite countertops and work...
[All characters appearing in this work are over the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] Chapter 3 The hallways inside the school's main building were completely dark, the fluorescent lights having turned off exactly at 8pm. The meticulously trimmed path...
"Sir, please step over here, we're going to need to check your bag." This was the absolute last thing I wanted to hear today. This was still my first year in the real working world, having just graduated from college last spring, and the consulting firm whose name now graced my business card had been in Chicago on business for the last few days, and it had...
This is the story of my continuing exploration of my exhibitionist desires. My earlier submission described how this temptation was first awakened during an innocent encounter in a bar. Since that time (and with some encouragement of friends on this site) I have tested my limits in a few of situations -- though I continue to be a pretty conservative, risk-av...
I was once Reverend Zigfield Quinn, but then I had an awareness of my true role, and I decided to give it up to be a male Master. I have some interesting clients, that is to be sure. I keep telling Hollander that he can't stop being a natural submissive. Hollander is due to wed a sweet girl, a nice little creature with a flower shop or something, and he's t...