This is the final chapter of The Kitten Chronicles. Thanks to everyone for the votes, feedback, and comments. It's very much appreciated! ============================================ She pushed into his hand as he petted her, running his strong fingers gently through her hair. His voice crooned softly, "Good girl, Kitten. I am pleased," All day he'd toyed...
Jana was hiding in the shadows of a bedroom closet, waiting. With the closet door open a mere crack, she was able to see what was going on. What a sight it was, she thought. Smiling, Jana watched Marc and Leigh kiss passionately. Little did Leigh know, Jana thought, what a nice surprise she'll be in for! Marc placed Leigh on the bed, kissing her tits, her...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan December 2008 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. * * * * * The following are 15 fifty-word stories w...
“Think of it as behavior modification Alexis”, you say, removing my coat and hanging it in the closet. The Golden Gate Bridge is clearly visible from the hotel’s 29th floor window as I admire the luxurious queen size bed, the heavy wooden chairs. The pounding beat of VNV Nation fills the room. “Have a seat, babe,” you suggest, crossing the plush white carp...
You know, the older I get the less I seem to care about my birthday. I turned 33 today, and I'm not exactly happy about it. I spent the entire day at work, and seeing how the adult world doesn't give a shit about what day you were born, it was a long and stressful day just like any other. I then picked up the kids after school, came straight home, and I've b...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2009 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. ************************************************* My sister Ma...
Desmona sat in the plush chair sipping a glass of wine. She appreciated the soft silk upholstery of the chair and the smooth sweet taste of the wine, but she appreciated more the view before her. Earlier she had taken a stroll through the cellar stock and found a male she thought intriguing. He wasn't someone she normally would have picked; he wasn't quit...
The room they entered was dim, the only light to fall upon the walls was the flickering of the candles she had carefully arranged earlier. A small smile plays about her lips as she leads him to the lone chair in the centre of the room. Her eyes twinkle as she gazes up at him, a small frown crossing his forehead as he leans down to whisper ' Just what do you...
Jungle Love, or The Silk Scarf Interludes Turning and turning in the widening sunlight, Saxby Chambers tossed her suitcase on the white matelass coverlet of the bed, and opened the louvered shutters opening onto the porch. Her bungalow was perfect, isolated by a winding gravel path and opening onto a rainforest view of hundreds of brilliantly colored butter...
Kayla never thought that she'd ever get Carl to agree to even mild experimentation, so she was surprised when he agreed to tie her to the big four-poster bed that was still at her house. He thought it was best to "do this sort of thing" at a venue away from the children. She couldn't help but agree anticipating that both of them would be making lots of noise...