Kelly closed her eyes and slid deeper into the warm, scented water. The soft, frothy bubbles encased her entire body from the neck down and she let out a deeply contented sigh. She raised her hands to lightly pat warm water on her face, before pulling them tightly back over her head and through her long, soaked hair. It had been another mind-numbingly dull w...
Hi everyone, Kelly is physically recovering, but is just beginning a psychological recovery. Because of her highly traumatized state, she may misinterpret the meanings of words and the intentions of others. Thank you all for reading and commenting. Seeing that the story resonates with you makes my day! Enjoy! psyche b. 23. ...and Barters The blue doct...
My bisexual tendencies were known by Jennifer before we married. My male encounters had been at school and later at an all male college. There weren't hundreds of guys but the sex had been quite intense and probably unusual for a guy like me I had actually had active and passive penetrative sex with a room mate I had really fallen for. He moved on and so did...
32. You're a Good Man, Victor Creed Creed guided the SUV down the tree-lined two-lane highway with his left hand. His right rested in his lap and twitched whenever the sound of the engine told him that he needed to shift. He'd given up on trying to get completely used to automatic transmission. He glanced over at the frail. She was flipping through the stac...
For the next few months, Debbie and I spent all of our free time together. Although we spent a lot of that time in bed, we still managed to find time to go out to eat, watch movies, and spend time doing other things. Obviously, she was much more fit than me, so we didn't spend much time biking, hiking or doing other athletic endeavors. I've known for quite...
*WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word u...
Readers of mine will recognize similarities to my other story Runt of the Litter. The set up is the same, clueless young man is let in on a family secret and then the fun begins, but in this one I wanted to dabble more with teratophilia and experiment with the storytelling options of having magic to play with. Beyond this you can expect my usual bullshit. Na...
"Mind if I join you? There are no more seats." I looked up to see a woman of about 38 years standing close to my table. "No, I don't mind at all," I replied with a short smile before returning to my book and coffee, not wanting to force her into conversation simply because there were no other seats available. "Thank you very much. My name is Judith," she s...
If there was ever one thing that he knew with his whole body it was this: to give her pleasure was the ultimate experience. His tongue ran delicately over her nipples, which were already hard. He heard her give a slight gasp as he did so and took that as his cue to continue. The sensation of his tongue probing around her nipples sent shivers down her back....
Copyright Oggbashan October 2002/April 2003 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. ********************** It was the evening of a long...