Hi, I'm Jenny, and I am a pet slut. It has been one month, three days, and seven hours since my last orgasm. Having to admit that, months ago, would have been agony. Now though, now I am fully invested in the sexual satisfaction of my owners. My parents came home three days ago. The anxiety I felt about their return was nearly unbearable. It distracted me...
For Trevor-- It was the first time we went to meet my parents. We fooled around for nearly two years before starting to date, and have since been dating for three months. Neither of us are fancy people, but you wanted to make a good impression on my parents, so we decided to go to a nice Italian restaurant. Before leaving, I stand in the bathroom in just my...
Sometimes I wonder how come I got into these risky situations. Seriously. It's true that I have awful luck but once you see the details you will be as astounded as I am. My name is Antonia Tartaglia. A tall and very voluptuous young Black woman of Jamaican and Italian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. These days I attend Carleton Uni...
Cal felt the small body next to him stiffen, and he looked down at her questioningly as he tightened his arm around her. Harley had an almost dazed expression on her face as she watched the approaching horsemen. "What's going on?" his worried whisper landed right next to her ear, but before Harley could have a chance to respond, or even think of responding...
"Alexis! It's your stop!" Alexis snapped out of the daze she was in to find that the bus had finally arrived at her house. She exited, and watched as the bus slowly drove off into the distance. "Finally!" she said to herself as she turned to check the mailbox. Not even bothering to read what was addressed inside, Alexis grabbed the stack of envelopes and...
Beth kept her relationship with Badger a secret from all but Troy. Over the next couple months, she would use Troy as her alibi most days of the week when she went to Badgers. Her parents were very pleased that her relationship with Troy had blossomed and normalcy was back. Each time Beth was called to service, Troy would spend time with Duncan getting wha...
Isn't there or shouldn't there be a law or a guarantee that we can return our parents when we are done with them and/or when we don't want or need our parents anymore? I was thinking how, as they age, when our parents are unable to care for themselves, and even though it is a terrible hardship for them to be so dependent upon their children, it is a real bu...
Hello readers, In my effort to write in many different genres, I am taking a stab at mature once more. However, I also think this story could be labeled romance, as well, because age, in this story, is nothing but a number. This story is being written slowly. I will continue it, and I hope you like it. **All of the characters in this story are 18 or older...
2016 December "You're not from these parts, are you?" Seeing as the woman who said it had a Dublin accent that sounded like she just got off the boat, it was a little offensive. My dad did not think so. He laughed, "No, dear, we're from England," and my mom added, "from Brighton. I don't know if you've heard of it." "Of course I have." "And where a...
Copyright Oggbashan January 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. Sixty-one years ago I had given Margaret a Valentine Card. It...