I stood in the warm shower and cleansed myself with a scented soap I knew he would enjoy - the same fragrance I wore the night we met. I touched all the spots that belonged to him: my breasts, nipples, ass and clit and though of how it felt to be claimed. I dressed in what I had been instructed. Panties he could keep (I decided on a silky thong) and black h...
********************** Copyright Oggbashan August 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. ********************** "Hazel, why do yo...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 323-word story in German starting 'freitag abend 18hr' 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...
Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, lingerie, toys, consensual, exploit, humiliation, reluctant. Girl on Girl. (A little bit of spoof here of home decorating shows that ran in early 2000's... ) *** About 30 minutes later, I started downs...
Saturday, 4.30pm. It was a typical November afternoon: the air was cold and damp, engulfing you in a chilly haze of greyness, and the ground was still wet from last night's rain. The street lights were already on, casting long shadows in the dull amber light and reflecting in the puddles like a cat's winking eye. She was huddled up against the elements in...
She knew he had something in mind when he stalked her into the bedroom. She backed into the dark room, watching him watch her. Without urging, she slowly stripped off her clothes, never taking her gaze off him. He nodded his approval and didn't say a word. When she was naked, a slight chill in the air raising goosebumps along her skin and tightening her nipp...
Kneeling in the hallway i ran through my list of instructions again, checking each of them off in my mind to ensure i had done everything He desired. All the lights were switched off and candles were lit in every room, haunting music was playing softly upstairs, the music that sends chills up my spine when i concentrate on it. Glancing down at myself, i smil...
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...
I was just looking in the fridge for something to drink after a rather hectic last hour. I had expected to be in and out of my current job quickly, but had an unexpected visitor that made my job much more difficult. "Ah, a nice cold beer looks good." Suddenly the door bell rang the familiar 'ding-dong.' Now who could that be? One interruption is bad enough,...
Author's Note:The following submission contains: BDSM, MMF, FF (though very light), and MF. If you are a fan of Ashton, Demi, and Bruce and can't bare the thought of one, or all of them being in a position of dominance or submission, then please don't read this story. If none of that bothers you -- then enjoy! ~ Red * As Bruce's biographer, every day is a...