Brian and Brenda were known as the 'Killer Bs'. All their friends knew they were wild and uninhibited. Sex was never a taboo subject and once they got started talking, they would tell whoever was listening any and every detail. They had enjoyed many experiences while dating and as husband and wife that most people hardly even thought about. Sex in a semi-pub...
I stood in the bathroom taking several deep breaths. When my legs stopped shaking I rejoined the others in the lounge. "Took you long enough," Kate complained in that belligerent tone that signalled she was almost as plastered as me. "Oh well," I hedged, trying to sound normal. "We had to rinse the wine out of my dress." "And we were having a deep and...
The author kindly advises that this scenario contains descriptions of drug use, groupsex and graphic language. It is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Chapter 4-French Ecstasy The mid-year exam results were in. Grace hurried down the Uni corridors towards to administrative department where the results were pinned on the announcement board. Her f...
Claire knew that anyone driving past would think she was crazy– sitting in her Mazda, screaming at the passenger seat as if someone were there– but she was past caring. He made her so angry. Blake Anderson. She wished he was in the car so she could scream at him in person. With his blue eyes and his square jaw. If he’d been there, he would have just shook hi...
Jake was a nice guy. He really was. Not in that "nice guys finish last" kinda way. Not like a Reddit troll. Just an awkward, autistic 27-year-old who was still hopelessly virginal. Even after reaching out over text and asking a female friend if she'd mind helping him with his "problem" as politely as he could...she'd refused. Ok, maybe he was a Nice Guy (™...
It had been three weeks since I had been rear ended by Zara, the beautiful and oh so commanding Desi goddess who responded to my superior attitude by stripping me naked in the streets and giving me the spanking I deserved, and in the process discovering how many needs I had that she could fulfill. Here I am, ready for my training. I shiver in anticipation....
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan August 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. *************...
So I thought that this was gonna be a suicide note; correction, a double suicide note. It's still here though. I guess this is gonna be something of an explanation instead. I suppose I owe that much to the dead. Upfront I'm gonna say this. It's gonna seem complicated to those who aren't me but here goes. When I say 'me' I mean the four of us. Like I said, I'...
It was half past ten on a sunny Saturday in June and Amy was in the garden trying to decide where she wanted her husband Brian to place some new decking. They had recently bought a new hot tub but it had been hastily set up and really needed a new home and on a new area of decking seemed ideal. As Amy started to pace out some measurements she heard a knock a...
Author's note: I had trouble figuring out how to end Part One: Reconciliation, BTB, or kill the victim? I chose the latter but later I had an idea for a sequel. Here it is. You will probably need to read Shame, Shame, Shame first. As always, hope you enjoy. ***** Sheila lay in her bed crying. The guilt of causing her husband Kurt to commit suicide made the...