Next morning by 7.45am there was still no sign of Polly. This was not going to be a very auspicious start to my obedience course, but it gave me the opportunity to make her lack of punctuality as good an example as any of behaviour to be avoided. At 8.03 Polly casually strolled into my office. "Sorry I'm late, Boss. I missed my bus." I really couldn't be...
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This is a real story that happened recently. On a Saturday, Tara rings up and informed that her Dad has to be dropped into the nearby health check center and that she would like to drop in on Sunday afternoon. So, I naturally planned to pass my Sunday in holy abstinence from my sex encounter with Tara for the Sunday. As the day passed by, I used the time...
A few more days passed. Nisha continued to bath in her panties. It was her brother who always showed up in the backyard. He had lied to his father about a special class and had to leave early. That way he could be next in line to take bath after Nisha. This helped Nisha as well, because her father might put a stop to it. Nisha couldn't think of a way to pe...
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...
My girl friend, Tara believes that she should tell her story as well. She says that my story “_______” does not capture the real womanly view on the matter. Also, she insists that I fucked her many more times on that day. In many more positions. I appear to have forgotten. May be I did. The fact is, I enjoyed fucking her. She may have counted the number of p...
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...
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...