Trixie, the 19-year-old, 5'5", adorable, assistant-manager, with big baby-blue eyes, high cheekbones, a cute dimpled chin just like her gorgeous aunt, thick long curly platinum-blonde hair, and an incredible 36GG-28-33 hourglass figure that her too small red knit turtleneck sweater, skintight white riding breeches, and shiny brown riding boots hugged like a...
This chapter is posted as Erotic Couplings due to the plot directed in a different direction, and a dream sequence. Hopefully the readers will continue to follow Maris & serge. This is a work of Fiction and will have one additional chapter. Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. Thank you for your comments. ***** Sum...
This is a story I began in January, three years ago. The plot evolved as I finished the third chapter and the scenes and details of each chapter have required more time than I anticipated. The curve of the plot shifted towards the couple, Maris and Jon (aka serge). This chapter was posted in Erotic Couplings, but due to the plot progression it is posted as T...
VI. The Interruption (This is a fantasy containing spanking and humiliation. If you do not enjoy reading this type of story please do not read it. Some readers do not understand the difference between fiction and real life. It is all in fun. :) Thank you to my editor you know who you are.) ======= BUZZZZZZZ!!! BUZZZZZZ!! The intercom interrupted my thoug...
My long widowed mother-in-law, Ann, and i were left alone forthe week, when all the other family members went to the Mardi Gras in NewOrleans recently. We, of course did not mind at all. After leaving work thefirst day, Ann called and said to pick her up at her house at 7:00 pm. forareally "different" evening.! I arrived on time, and went in to get Ann. My...
Chapter 8. Champagne! Champagne? I watched as he buttoned his pants while moving out the door. When he was gone, I sat up and looked at myself. I found blood on my thighs, and a blood stain on the towel (?) under me. Some blood had gotten on my panties. I straightened my clothes. My panties especially were all askew and had some blood on them....
Lunch at the apartment was delivered by a boy on a motorbike, after a quick phone call. Dee and Andy ate sitting together on the sofa, with a low table in front of them, and dressed only in their underwear. Andy passed plates and food and glasses of white wine to her because she was unable to bend sufficiently in her corsetry; although it was not hard-laced...
David heard the TV faintly in the background of his breathing and his heartbeat. He sat awkwardly on the leather sofa, arms restrained in leather arm splints, frustrating devices of restraint that allowed the use of his hands for long distance manipulation, but allowed no close-in usage for scratching, eating or drinking. All his nutritional sustenance was c...
Copyright Oggbashan September 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. ***** I'm a secret cross dresser. I get sexually aroused by b...
Note to reader: My last entry, "One Glass of Wine?" was not very good. That was partly because it was hastily prepared in fantasy mode. This version, "One Glass of Wine, Revisited" (without a question mark) is, I think, better and here is why. The first was fiction, with things added that I would like to see done to me. But that is not up to me, so in this s...