In the sort of fast course of this there will be rapes spoken of. Except they are not called that, it is forced, at this time in the laws being raped is not an offense in the regular sense. Rape cases were about a man beating up a woman, forcing himself on her meant more time in prison, and not that much. ** Big groan at the alarm, we are up early. Fred gr...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2018/ August 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. The story relates to my earlier story Golem but is se...
It was the middle of December, a mere week before Christmas. The days had grown short and the snow in the streets was mushy and dirty while new snow kept on falling slowly off the sky. At least it isn't windy, Lucy thought. She wasn't the type to cry about the hand she had been dealt with. Optimism was the one thing she still had to hold on to. She had been...
(This, dear reader, is Jack, a man become bitter, cynical, broken by disappointment, hurts, and disillusionment, about to be disposed of by life. A man in need of repair. Can a toy workshop on a street of repair shops repair even broken hearts, broken dreams, broken people?) * Jack sat in his pickup truck in the factory parking lot staring vacantly out th...
My name is Jeremy Brunski. I was born in Massachusetts in the year 1869. My adoptive father Liam was a farmer. My adoptive mother Nicole was a teacher. I had two adoptive brothers, Wilson and Jason. I lived my whole life in the state. I have always been a bit different from the people around me. I loved books. I loved poetry. I was a dreamer. Those things we...
I used to work as a night security guard in a factory on the edge of town. The factory was on a quiet country lane which was did not have any public lighting, and was in complete darkness at night. Because of this, the lane was a favourite amongst couples who wanted discrete sex in cars. Although the lane appeared to be pitch black, we could see things as cl...
It turned out to be a very dark and stormy Friday afternoon. Dull grey clouds lingered above the factories and rain fell heavily upon the tin rooftops, sounding like a symphony of symbols. Bright flashes of lightening and bellowing thunder rolled across the sky rumbling through the ground like an earth quake. It was the worst thunder storm this year. Being...
Patty's Story Patty was pacing the room, tonight had been a very special night. Her Master had brought her a present, a wondrous present. Patty didn't understand why Master had decided she needed such a gift. But the gift opened up a most wonderful set of possibilities. Master had owned Patty since she was 18. Over the years she had become totally devoted t...
First chapter concerning Jean, happily married in her late 30's who is an exhibitionist and a bit of a slut, especially for old men. Her husband Andy is fully aware of her activities... I was quite pleased with myself, both my sons had gone to University and I had just landed a job as a PA to an old guy who ran a successful business in town, as Andy my hus...
This is the story of Rhea Antoine, an ordinary woman who encountered a gorgeous Trickster and was never the same afterwards. She's a factory worker in Oregon. A six-foot-tall, heavyset, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed woman with dark brown skin and short black hair. She's been at the factory for ages. Life as a factory worker can be quite dreary...