Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
*** Kennedy *** Kennedy's hand brushed against Abigail's as they walked side by side down the wide corridor. Feeling guilty, she forced her thoughts back to the moment. Skylar had told them that a signal from the plane's transponder popped up on a receiver, but only for a moment. Surely that meant someone was still out there to rescue. She refused to think...
Authors note: Please note that the Dom's perspective is in normal Print and the submissive's in italics. * Transformation time I opened my eyes to the sound of Master Jack's heart beating under my ear. His strong lean arms held me against his well-knit naked body under the sensual material of the black satin sheets as the first rays of the sun cast a warm...
THE PROPER RULES FOR STRIP POKER: THE EPILOGUE Author's Note: To understand the characters in all their dimensions I would recommend reading all of the "Proper Rules" stories; but if a reader doesn't care to do that, this will stand up on its own merits, I hope! A result of some encouragement, I have decided to take the characters out for another spin. This...
"So how is this Thursday night thing supposed to work?" I ask Cyn, while we cuddle naked on the bed, having exhausted ourselves in my shower. "I'm not really sure, Mike." She confesses. "We've never invited anyone to join us before. I'll call you after I talk with Barbara and Shelly." She says, while drawing circles on my chest with her fingertip. We've b...
I can't remember when I first met Mara. It was over 35 years ago and she became an instant object of interest - dark, full hair; amazing, leggy figure; haughty demeanor; seeming secure but not; collector of suitors - a classic Hungarian Gypsy kind of woman. Mara is Donna's aunt (approximately my age) and, when I met her, I was (and still am) devoted to Donna...
Chapter 16: Who Says What Happens in Vegas... Sharon rolled to her left... or tried to roll; the heavy blanket kept her from moving very much. She smiled, enjoying the warm bed, and the full, heavy pillow. She settled back, reveling in that semi-lucid lucky time when you can control your dreams, if only for a moment. What was it that Lisa had called it......
Summer would never be the same Author's note: This is a submission for the 2018 Summer Lovin' contest on Lit. It builds off of "One Prince of Serendip," my submission for the Nude Day contest. You may want to read that one first. Or not. This is ending up to be a long one, since it covers weeks. Regardless of inspiration, this story is fiction, and if you t...
Copyright Oggbashan October 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. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part--w...
Chapter I Six years ago. The judge cleared his throat and coughed, staring at the teenager in the dock of the Crown Court. "James Prutton, you are found guilty by this court of armed robbery, contrary to the Theft Act 1968. You have been a career criminal and a community nuisance since you were twelve and I am not disposed to show you leniency despite your...