Dear Shoeblossom... The stuff your readers send in amazes me! I have my own little dominant gal, and it is getting out of hand, but she is worth it, I think. I spoil Finnian, I really do. I just bought her a natural Autumn Haze Trotteur mink coat with matching muff. Finnian claims to be anti-animal cruelty, but when she saw the mink she squealed with joy,...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 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. [This story is set about 250 years later than my story Great Rit...
The harsh wind blew Trysten's cloak haphazardly about as he approached an inn to the west of river. It was nearing autumn and the trees spotting the land around the trail of water wore leaves that were already beginning to wilt from the cool weather. He looked up at the moon and wondered just how many more nights he would be able to survive before he had now...
The Greybeards had graciously let Lydia lay our bedrolls out in the room off to the right of the front entrance, and even provided some partitioning screens for our feminine privacy. Just the same, I wanted to be sure that our "activities" would not violate these monks' sanctity, so I asked Arngeir about it. He assured me that the Greybeards were an order o...
Chapter Four Intrepid - 3755 C.E. Almost the only real pleasure remaining to Captain Kerensky was the sex she still enjoyed with Beatrice. And this despite the fact that it was the android who was the author of her extraordinary confinement. Beatrice wasn't going to deny herself the pleasure of making love with the captain. And the captain had few other ple...
Two days passed before the pair of elves made their way out of The Sorrows. It was a place Callia was happy to leave behind. She did not find the feelings that the place stirred within her comfortable. She felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Although, it bothered her just as much that Jaz'rin seemed to be immune to the effects. Jaz'...
This is a bit of a departure from my normal stories. This is based on the true story of Sir Jean de Carrouges and Sir Jacques le Gris as depicted in Eric Jager's 2004 book The Last Duel. His is a work of non-fiction. I've tried to create a fictional story that honors his work and the historical events it portrays while adding my own spin and some eroticism t...
Jill forced herself to hum softly for Britney and Ashley. The twins were as cranky today as she felt and being restrained in their stroller did not help. "It won't be long, princesses. We just need to pick-up Jesse and Bel," she promised as her tummy did a little flip. She frowned; it had been a couple of weeks since the worst of the morning sickness had pas...
I don't normally write mature-style stories. It's a category that holds no interest to me, but I had started the following story out of a request some years ago, and I thought I would finish it up and give it a try. For you mature fans, I hope you find it enjoyable. The following story is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely...
"The tracks are still fresh," Farias murmured as he examined a patch of disrupted soil off the edge of Krauth Forrest. "Looks like there was a struggle." "Take a look at this," Jahren called from a few feet away. "Someone tried to cover them." Farias stood and made his way over to the spot that Jahren was looking into, and noticed the way the earth had bee...