"Rivers belong where they can ramble; eagles belong where they can fly . . . I'm not a river or a giant bird that soars to the sea, and if I'm never tied to anything, I'll never be free . . . " -"Corner of the Sky" from the Musical Pippin There are rafts of quotations out there about freedom; the importance...
The General Setting: Nowadays, in a mid size city, USA The Background: I'm a college student in the mid twenties on my third year of science studies. My appearance; white male, 5'9" tall, 145 lbs, average build with a hint of ceg, short greyish brown hair, clean-shaven face, grey eyes, long thin fingers, small feet and a hairy chest. I'm a bit shy and i...
I never thought my first encounter involving a CD would be with me as the CD, but strange are the ways of sensual exploration. I had answered an ad looking for a man who wanted to play in stockings and panties. After establishing my submissive nature (and torturing me with wonderful photographs of CDs in bondage), the man at the other end of the ad had persu...
This is my journey as I'm learning more about myself and my feelings. I'm married to a beautiful woman and enjoy sharing her with other men. Are there any other men out there that have the same feelings and desires that I have? This is a fantasy of mine that I've enjoyed masturbating to for many years. This past year the fantasy has changed a little due to...
I felt a little bad about deceiving Sara Jane like I did. She had mentioned once how she really did not like her colleague, Marie. For me to team up with Marie and use Sara Jane like we did was pretty wicked, even for me! But knowing Sara, deep down, she probably loved being used by that big, black, cock in the back of an Uber! As Sara Jane stood in my foye...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 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. Story so far: Paul, driving a back road on Romney Marsh at night,...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 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 represen...
It was a better than average day at the Riding Shop, but it was Black Friday. The store had been on Main Street for nine months and had barely hung on. In spite of being a small city not far from a few horse farms and the country club where there were horse stables and riding lessons for teenagers, the store that specialized in riding boots, jodhpurs, breech...
The buzzing was annoying, but she supposed that was the point. The morning light had just begun to peak through the curtains and fill the room. Stephanie rolled over to the edge of their old fashioned four-post bed and swatted at the alarm clock to silence it, and then extended herself into a long, slow, satisfying morning stretch. She felt the sheets slide...
We arrive at the place in a deserted warehouse district somewhere in New York, and I ring the buzzer on the big metal door of the address I've been given, itself apparently a warehouse. The chauffeur is still idling behind me I note, maybe a courtesy not to bust off until he sees the client safely within their destination. I've only a slight worry about bein...