"Aren't you just a caution, sir!" Silk exclaimed, pushing her head around the door and spying him with his head in his books. "What on earth are you doing in your study at this late hour, sir?" "I was actually reviewing a treatise on barbarian practices, until you squeaked into my consciousness, young lady," he responded dryly. "And you." "I was just pett...
***Thanks to everyone who sent such wonderfully encouraging feedback on my first story. Please vote and leave feedback for the authors - it really helps! *** * * * * * Cool silk slithers over my closed eyes and blocks the sun, which streams through curtained windows. Warm breath fans my neck as you work the knot behind my head. My arms are gently stretched...
Sensing that there was something else, he asked, "What are you not telling me?" Wondering how he seemed to know, she answered, "Reed and I slept together when we could before I totally ended it with Neil. Reed made no secret about it either. He would kiss me just when he knew Neil would catch us. Once he had me straddling his lap kissing me when Neil caught...
The boy turned and grabbed a cart that looked like ones businessmen used at the airports and begin to load their bags and boxes on it. Michael grabbed a few bags and headed towards the door. Silk grabbed a few shoeboxes and followed him. Once outside Michael opened the trunk for the boy to place the stuff inside. He sat his bags in the trunk and gestured for...
I am the woman that other women fear, envy and hate. I am the epitome of stolen pleasure, the circumstance of forbidden fantasy, and the discoverer of lost desire. I am the vessel of delightful sensuality, the mentor of carnal knowledge, and the traveler of erogenous zones. I am the other woman, a thief of his heart, a sorceress of magical love potions that...
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...
This is a follow up story to Secret Valentine but can be read independantly. After an uneventful Tuesday lunch, Kim was working monotonously in front of the computer in her cubicle when the intra-office IM alert sounded on her computer. When she viewed the message it simply read, "Care to play a secret game?" Moving the mouse to delete the message, she...
She had been there for days, or was it merely hours; time had become a blur as she stood there impatiently waiting. She had never seen a lair like it before and she had been in several in her lifetime. The tiled floors were a deep earthy mauve; the wooden columns were painted a dark purple and lavender silks were draped about the walls. The rosy flesh of...
*********************** Copyright Oggbashan July 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. *********************** I was in Julie's...
He hated this hour, the long, monotonous hour before closing time, made even more unbearable today because Cynthia, his manager, had left him alone to close up shop. Not even her constant harping to keep him company and customers were few and far between, bustling past without a sideways glance, to make it home before the early dark of a cold winters evening...