Erin & Jeremy Chapter 3: And She Thought The Ride Was Over . . . Author’s Note: I would again like to thank agirl2envy for her help in this project. The name has remained changed to protect the sexy one. Erin sped up as she pulled on to the nearly deserted road. As she drove, the events of the last few days replayed themselves for her: Meeting her cyber-l...
The empty shell of the townhouse still smouldered as the fire crew carried out the charred remains of another victim. The corpse soon joined the line of black body bags behind a parked ambulance, hidden from the gathered TV cameras. No doubt an effort to give them a dignity in death that they didn't have in life. So… what happened at this old townhouse? DC B...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. * * * * * Halloween is not an English tradition. It has been imported into England over the last twenty years as a transatlantic festival. It is not surprising that we get it wrong. There was an English tradition on 31st October. On...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and...
The night was dark and the wind howled as we made our way through the dark streets carefully and slowly to avoid detection. There were still German patrols that made their rounds through the town streets, even at this hour. Dreng froze as he saw a German sentry light a cigarette and he pushed me into an alleyway where we huddled until the Germans passed by...
Part 10 -- The Spanking Society and the Top Brass see me naked. The Friday after my public humiliation (that I loved every seconds of) was the meeting of the Spanking Society. Riley had agreed to come along with me, and to get spanked. Wearing just very short dresses and a warm jacket, we got a taxi to the pub, got ourselves a drink then asked where the f...
My Grammy always said, "Ain't nothin' better when it's cold outside than hot apple cider." Well, let me tell you something, at 3 AM in the morning in Denver in February its darned cold outside and stuff. I got to the club a little early 'cause I wanted to show the day shift girls my new snakeskin boots and stuff. I was always a little scared of gettin' snak...
Kathleen didn't mean to lose the tour group. They just walked too quickly for her, never stopping long enough to appreciate the sublime decrepitude of Havana's architecture. Besides, she thought, that morose young man in the cheap khaki suite I keep seeing is probably with the secret police. I can't get in too much trouble. The warm and humid Cuban dusk tur...
Howdy, folks. My name is Patrick Stiles and I'm a big and tall black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a first-rate sexual adventurer and I've got a delightfully raunchy tale to share with you. I'm into the whole swinger thing. It's fun. A man like myself is quite desirable on the Swinger scene. A six-foot-six, 240-pound former U.S. Mar...
It was mid June and the car is driving through the country side of Yorkshire. The scenery outside is simply wonderful. It was as they say a perfect English weather, with slight cool breeze and the sun not too hot. She turns to look at her Master driving the black sedan through the winding roads of the countryside. That morning, he had awakened her, ordering...