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. * * * * * My rich uncle Ken has three lovely daughters and a ruined castle. I have been friends w...
Master's Anger I have this fantasy...of a Master's anger. I was sitting curled up Indian style on my bed, staring down in horror at an innocent looking green phone. "Oh my fucking God!" I moaned. "I don't believe it. I just did it again. After I did it to him last night. Oh my God I just fucking hung up on Master!" In sudden panic I lunged forward and p...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Bound to the bed and blindfolded, instead of taking her dancing, Walter gives his wife, Linda, what she really wants, hot sex. With her on her back naked and helpless, Walter imagined his wife, Linda, tied to the bedposts at her wrists and ankles. In the way she was staring at him was the same way he imagined him...
At 18 years old, Rebecca had not had much experience with sex. She had only been with 2 guys. She was not a gorgeous supermodel type by any means. She had average looks to go with her average shoulder length straight brown hair. She wore glasses and dressed pretty plainly because she had never really had the money growing up to buy the designer label clothes...
I awoke after an unexpected night of drinking and gambling. A couple of my old college buddies stopped by my apartment, unannounced as usual and told me that we were going on for a night on the town. Little did I know that a night on the town meant a night in Las Vegas. Waking up in a strange room, larger than my apartment was not something that anyone sho...
This story contains depictions of a boyfriend eating his girlfriend's creampie and the act of snowballing. If that in any way, shape, or form threatens your masculinity and/or your sexuality please click the back button on your browser, as my intentions are not to offend, but merely to entertain. * Jane was beside herself, so totally turned on by her plann...
Chapter Eighteen: Some New Friends for Chantel. A blissful night's sleep has led me to a wonderful Sunday day off. Master has told me I must accept that special Sunday plans are on the go after 3:00pm but today, this morning awaking at 9:00am I run my routine, enema, shower, put on fragrant body lotion. I then begin a day of dressing just for myself, but al...
Angela's Christmas Crackers Copyright Oggbashan November 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. "What do you want those for?" I as...
This is just a quick and dirty story inspired by my wife of 20 + years. Don't ask it's a long involved tale for another time. Dom Woolf * Janice slammed out of the corporate office more pissed off than she could ever remember being. She stalked down the warm evening sidewalk every strike of her heels telling those around her to stay clear. Four blocks lat...
This is part two of a fiction story I began that was entitled 'Mistaken Identity.' I would suggest reading that first story to fully appreciate the context of this second story. Hope you enjoy. *** My mystery man replied back, saying he would love to come over later, apologized again for being late, and assured me he would be there. I had plenty of time, m...