Author Note: This is one I wrote years ago when I first started writing and just recently found again on a disk. I thought The readers of Literotica might like it. ************ The Roamers had just finished their lunch and set off for Hyaline for supplies. As they neared Hyaline they could hear the sound of battle and as they got closer they could see tha...
As Area Manager of a Regional Water Authority in Britain, I was responsible not only for the quality of water in reservoirs of the region I liked to call "my patch", but also for all the sewage treatment works in that area. When the Authority created my position, it was in advance of suitable offices being built at a number of locations throughout the count...
Copyright Oggbashan November 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. Most of the conversations are assumed to be in Spanish but reto...
Just at the crack of dawn, the driver stopped long enough for my captor to put a dark heavy hood over my head, and then we drove some more. Eventually I heard the sound of a large metal gate opening. I could smell the fresh sea air and heard the sound of a few gulls. No bets, this was probably the old sewage plant that May had spoken of. Taken inside, my h...
Chapter 1 With the alarms blaring in his ears, John bounded past the portal on the docking bay door. The stunning picture of earth far below made him stumble as he strained for a better look. The sun was coming up over Central Africa, and he could see the sun's terminator passing somewhere over Kenya. The air was clear with only white, fluffy, cotton ball c...
It was at the protest for saving the environment, preventing deterioration of soil, saving baby penguins from their natural habitat being terraformed by rabid fangirls, fighting oil spills, fighting factories, making sure that the oil sands were shut down once and for all, finding natural energy, eliminating our carbon footprint, destroying all jet planes, r...
He comes to me to be used, to be degraded, to become nothing more than a double-ended piece of pipework. A sly winking poke-point on one end, a gaping wide receptacle on the other, there to catch the slurry of filth my body produces. To feed him. To force him. To make him. His only purpose is to be my human toilet. I do not need him. This isn't abo...
Chapter Two -- The Dishonored Outcast In the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia, all accused criminals had the right to a trial. Serious offenders, people facing either the collar or the death penalty, automatically were assigned a Spokesman. Spokesmen were court employees whose duties included trying to find mitigating circumstances and exculpatory evidence for...
OK, this is, for me, a departure. It's intended as an out and out love story, with the usual intrigue and action bits mixed in. I just did it to see if I could do it, really. It's a lot slower in the middle than the other Ingrams stuff, so be warned. It was supposed to be 10k words, but, as usual, it all started to get away from me and I thought it needed...
"I want to cover your pussy and stick to your pubic hair. I bet you have a lush black jungle of hair down there, don't you Jo? I would feel warm and oily on your pussy. Do you like to feel warm and wet down there? I would mix with your juices dripping from your pussy. I imagine how you smell great down there when you're sexed up. Oh, and I would sex you up....