Copyright Oggbashan April 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 a fetish scene with consensual bondage. **********...
Morag eased her bottom over my nose and gently rubbed herself backwards and forwards against my tongue which I had extended. Her French-knickers were rather damp, sticky and 'aromatic'. Morag seemed a bit more worldly-wise than either her sister or I and she was clearly intent on pleasuring herself on my face. Her petticoats swished and froufroued over me...
(It was 1885 and, as a nineteen year old boy, I was staying with family friends at their large house in the English Midlands. My name is David Shaw and I was there to learn French conversation under the tutelage of Miss. Marie; the family had two 18 year old twins, Anna and Sarah who were also learning French with me, this is part eleven of my tale.) *** T...
WOW!!! As I rewrote this episode the sheer sexiness of the occasion was so powerful. Another episode from Roberta before he went off to California on vacation. The following week was fraught with difficulties, none more so than my inability to contact Jodie. Calling her mobile on my way to and from college was always met by the message that it was switched...
I remember it as if it was yesterday but in fact it was 1958 and I had just turned eighteen. I had been sent up to the Scottish highlands, by my parents, to stay with my aunt Annie and her identical twin daughters Megan and Morag. My cousins, who were also eighteen, met me from the train at Glen Gussie station. As the steam cleared from the platform I made o...
Kyrhan just recovered from having ass fucked Kira twice. For her it has been the final step of her complete deflowering by her master. - Master, It was tremendous, I never felt anything like that. - You seem to have enjoyed it. Remember how you were frightened by it. - It s true, Master. I swear I will never doubt anything you tell me. - Will you obey my...
Prabha was sitting on the sofa with bra and almost transparent white satin petticoat. I was standing in front of her, in my lungi (sort of night dress), practicing for the next day presentation. As I finished each slide, she bent forward to click the "next" button on the laptop. As she bent forward to click the laptop on the center table, I could see the de...
My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my...
Note: This story is entirely a work of fiction, and should only be viewed as a fantasy. Any similarities to actual events or people are entirely coincidental. All characters are over 18. ***** Peter stood there looking at the black stilettos, with so many questions on his mind. He wondered why his brother would ever own stilettos, much less why their mothe...
Copyright jeanne_d_artois (aka oggbashan) February 2020 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 one of a series of tales t...