News of Sam's treatment of Mayawati spread through the world of politics like wildfire. Never before had any man done anything remotely like it to any woman politician. Never before had anyone been man enough to brutally fuck a politician in her ass and make her come in the process. Never before had anyone peed in a politician's mouth. Sam became highly sou...
Margie Gold wasn't feeling well all day. Nothing she could really identify, just queasiness in her abdominal area. She worked as an executive secretary in one of Chicago's most prestigious law firms. It was a particularly hectic day and she was glad it was almost over. It would take her about an hour to get home. The law firm provided a wonderful health pla...
My firm was down in the dumps. I had just lost a major case and it was not easy for me to run my law firm and keep up the pretence of doing well and proving to everyone including my ex-wife that I was still a celebrated trial lawyer. My days in the sun were over ever since I became obsessed with my 22-year-old intern (as she then was) Ember (who incidentally...
There is no question we live in a tough economy. It's difficult enough for most of us to find any job, let alone one in which we've had training and skills. Desperate times called for desperate measures in several of those cases, and during a recent job interview, you could say I was one of the desperate. I was living on my savings since my unemployment com...
It was yet another day for the villagers to go without water. So far the villagers had kept the foe at bay but another day without water would mean either that they would have to surrender or would be defeated. Woe had come to the land of these remote tribes when the king sent his sons on the mission to capture all the neighbouring lands and include them as...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 830 word story in German 'Sonntagvormittags' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imagin...
Warning; this is not a fun, entertaining graphic encounter story. When I posted the first part of these memoires, I'd meant to enter it under 'non-erotic', as I know it's not what many come here looking for. It showed up under BDSM, and I'm not sure if that's because I pressed some wrong button, somewhere, or if someone along the way thought better of my ide...
Cassidy sighed as she stared at her reflection in her medicine cabinet mirror. Her caramel cocoa skin, chocolate brown almond shaped eyes, her high cheek bones, and lush full lips were all good qualities as far she was concerned, but that didn’t stop her from being alone on the holidays. She hated Christmas, every year it was the same…she spent all of the ye...
Hor and I returned to the lounge hand in hand, which did not go unnoticed by my two Accommodating Ladies, who were sprawled out relaxed on the sofa looking as though they had had a bit of a session themselves. Three of the buttons on Ruth's blouse were undone, revealing a very sexy white lacy bra, and Sue's lipstick had smeared somewhat. Nice to swing both w...
I sat in my stalled car, engrossed by the rain and pissed that my cell phone couldn't pick up a signal so I could call for help. I had no idea where I was, where to go, or even how long my car had sat on the shoulder of what appeared to be a deserted road. I locked my doors and vowed that would be the last time I met anyone for a last-minute appointment. I...