Last fall, I decided to go back to school. I had been out of school for about 10 years and was tired of shuffling from job to job, awful pay for way too many hours worked, and frankly, I needed something in my life to be consistent. I had two jobs at one point and was so burnt out from working that I had absolutely no social life. Let's just say, I was looki...
I have a company that's called Koso Enterprises Inc. It's based in Los Vegas. One division is a construction company. Although it is small compared to many in the area, It has the ability to do a lot of major projects. I keep a low profile since I learned that if you have value, there's always someone who wants to take it. I study what's going on and take...
Author's Note: In keeping with my tradition, the title of this work comes from a song, this time by Dion. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave a comment. Please remember to give your rating of the story as it is the only pay any of the authors get here. * My neighbor's daughter was getting married and I felt obligated to attend since I had known her...
Just a short story, all characters are over eighteen. *** Spooky McGraw, that was my name from as way back as I can remember, my parents call me Sandy, my grandparents Sandra. Why? Well, I live in a cemetery. To be precise I live with my parents in the grounds keepers house just inside the main gate of a cemetery. My father is the groundkeeper, custodian...
Sam woke up and found that it was still dark. He needed a few minutes to figure out where he was and what he was doing. The first thing that he realized was that he wearing a nightie; then, that he was lying in bed next to his friend; and finally, that his friend had thoroughly fucked him a few hours ago. He actually thought for a minute that he had had some...
Eleanor Brigham looked out of the window of the detached mansion that was now hers in entirety, with a smug smile that echoed her contentment. Her eyes took in the clear air of the elevated township of Penkhull, and the grimy smoke of the potteries which swirled below it; the filth of an industry which had led to her late husband's wealth... and which was no...
WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. * It was Friday night, and my wife and I had a doub...
If you have not read Chapters 1 & 2, please do so now. I appreciate your comments and hope you will rate this story. Bob Jackson sat at his desk in his home office. In one hand he held a glass filled with single malt scotch. In the other hand he held a letter from the fertility clinic in Birmingham. He stared at the letter for a time, and then tossed back a...
Copyright Oggbashan July 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. ************************************************* When Patience ra...
Please note, this is a very light M/s story. I don't pretend to follow any rules from the BDSM community. This is just a story. ***** Friday night is finally here! When you get home, you will follow your usual ritual of undressing in the foyer, folding your clothes and putting them in the hall closet. Then bring my collar and lock to me. When you presen...