The brush glides repeatedly through the length of my long hair, the knobby bristles massaging my scalp, the nape of my neck, my back. The palm of his hand follows the brush strokes smoothing down the hair. My head falls forward, the muscles so relaxed that they can't keep it up. My eyes are closed and my whole body turns to jelly. I am putty in his hands. Wi...
Ruth, My Second Visit by Victor It's over a week since visiting Ruth, but I can't stop thinking about her. Every waking minute, driving to work, in the office, shopping, at night laying in bed, is spent fantasising, trying to replay it in my mind. Seeing Ruth in her nurse's uniform, as she leads me upstairs, laying on her bed as she ties my legs and wris...
Our True Colours, At the Nexus of Silk & Chain. Part One. I watch you sit there, tracing down your immaculate spine till it ends at the seat of your plump inviting bottom. The velvet cushioned stool perched in front of your dresser, reflecting your glowing apricot flesh atop it, you sit sternly, with a dainty rigid faultless posture. The very epitome of f...
Chapter one Tuesday J was up early, I could hear him moving around obviously looking for his case, he certainly wouldn't find it as I has managed whilst his attention was diverted to drop it off the side of the boat, it meant the only clothes he had were the ones he stood up in plus a couple of shirts and sweater, both in his hold-all. I waited for a whil...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2017 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. This is the third and last chapter. ***** I had met Cecilia Du...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 220-word story in German starting 'Mir gegenuber' 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 are i...
********************** 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...
You've come home from work dressed in a dark executive business suit, a soft cream silk blouse and a white silk scarf around your neck. You walk up the flight of stairs, with me in toe. you're holding my hand and I follow, smelling and sniffing your clean black suit, kissing your bottom suggestively. We slowly seductively escalate the stairs. I tug at seem...
The stalker searches for girls and women that live alone, with few friends or family and appear easy targets. Using large stores, libraries and other public areas he is unnoticed observing the females in their daily routines. He selects and stalks his prey for several days, memorizing their routes and patterns, security measures, learning their habits, weakn...
We are coming home from a night out on the town, we are kissing, cuddling, and fondling with each other as we walked down the pathway to the front door. I opened the door for you and gave you a sweet sensuous kiss, on the lips as my tongue gently swiped over your lips. I lead you into the lounge room and went to make a cup of coffee for us, as I walked back...