************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2006 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. ***********...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a story in German 'Tuchladen' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; t...
*********************** Copyright Oggbashan July 2006 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 was in Julie's...
Victor:- It was just pure chance, or fate -- if you believe in that sort of thing. I was in the newsagents buying a paper, and just caught a glimpse of the magazine on the top shelf. The cover, a young woman in a black rubber cat suit, whip in hand. The magazine was called "Dominant Contacts", and promised hundreds of actual contacts, stories, features. Wr...
Scarf Collectors Chapter 01 Title and copyright page ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan July 2002/May 2004 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 intend...
Julie was new in town, just here a week. Her husband had taken a new job, one with more responsibility and, just as importantly, more pay. Today was his first full day at the job, and she decided to explore their new home town on her own. She'd found the local market and picked up a supply of fresh produce. "Very good quality," she remarked to herself, plea...
Chapter 1. You walk into the house and it's quiet. You check downstairs and I'm not in the dining room or the sitting room; in fact, the lights aren't even on. You heard to the stairs, and here there are signs of life. There is a flicker of light coming from the bedroom, and you can hear music. As 48 Hours As Her Plaything Ch. 01 behind my back, they are he...
Ruth, My Second Visit by Victor It's over a week since visiting Ruth, but I can't stop thinking about her. Every waking minute, driving to work, in the office, shopping, at night laying in bed, is spent fantasising, trying to replay it in my mind. Seeing Ruth in her nurse's uniform, as she leads me upstairs, laying on her bed as she ties my legs and wris...
When she came in the door she called for him. She knew he was home. His car was in the garage and his keys on the table. He did not respond to her first call so she tried again. This time she heard a faint "I'm in the bedroom," reply. She put down her purse next to his keys on the table and made her way to the bedroom. The door was open but the bedroom was...
This is a fictional story, no one specific model I know is the basis for it, more like a mix of various ladies' appearance, personalities and a healthy dose of my fantasy. Being a photographer working with some incredible ladies, I've been able to capture several fantasies on film. Of course, the fantasy always eludes to it being more, the camera capturing l...