It was a setting where he really should have known better, but nonetheless the prince insisted in generally referring to peasant women as baggage when he was out on his carriage rides. It was only a matter of time before one turned out to be a witch. After she'd cast her spell, with the usual 'return to original form upon a kiss by a princess' proviso, she...
***This is the second winter inside the mountain for Azrael & company. Now Dahlgren and his family of fugitives have appeared, needing to hide. This chapter's a bit longer because I wanted to move this bunch ahead a bit more. Selena is still on the quiet journey and she seems drawn along like a leaf in a slow stream. 0_o ---------------- They came to the l...
He groaned again but she didn't seem to notice; just kept prattling on and on about how excited she was for this opportunity. He held up his middle finger but she cheerfully continued her one-sided conversation. "Sharon, for the love of God, shut up!" he finally said. "Fine," she huffed and pouted. "They said you were a real meanie pie. I'll just read then...
Author's note: This story is based on a report my wife claims to have seen on one of those "weird news" websites. I don't know if it really happened, since I didn't see it myself, but I'll take her word for it that it did happen. ------ Nancy DiMarco lay back on the bed naked, trying to regain her wits, trying without success to push their hands and faces...
Copyright Oggbashan for the three separate parts -June 2006; November 2013; July 2014 and October 2018 for the complete edited whole. 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...
CHAPTER TWO Come as you are, as you wereAs I want you to beAs a friend, as a friendAs an old enemy -- Nirvana, Come As You Are October 20, 2001 Sunrise hit my bedroom window, scattering light into every dark corner of the room, symbolizing rebirth and the hope of a new day. I flipped the blinds. Rebirth and hope could go fuck themselves. I lay on my ba...
Day 3, December 25th, Christmas Day. I woke up and looked at the clock. I had forgotten where I was, but I remembered quickly. It was 5:30 a.m. and Cheryl was sucking on my cock. That cute little girl was insatiable. As my eyes cleared, I saw her smiling up at me. I slid Cheryl around so that her pussy was in my face. I began to eat her pussy. I slid my l...
This is the last chapter for Swipe Right, but the story and characters will roll over into a new story. DISCLAIMER: This story takes place in a World without STDs, so I don't endorse the behavior of the characters. This story is a fantasy; pure and simple. STORY NOTE: This chapter switches perspectives between Samantha and Justine. ***** JUSTINE I've n...
My name is Sherry, I'm a mom, wife and between myself and those reading this, a sub slut wife. Call it what you will, be it a sub, sub slut, submissive or whatever, I am what I have become. I'm 33 years old and my husband Marty turned 40 this year. We have two children, ages 8 and 10, and it was an uphill battle regaining my looks after giving birth to the...
Part 3 — The French Club Before beginning, please read Part 1: Mother's Helper, The Black Diary and Part 2: Service Provider. In Part 1, Janice, a hot and sexually frustrated single MILF, is riddled with guilt over her poor parenting of her hot son Matthew, a high school senior. Matt discovers his voluptuous mother's unquenchable penchant for sex and punish...