After five years of marriage, Priscilla Truesdale Coleman realized that she was tired of being pampered. In the days when she had been Prissie Truesdale, she had been a rather good paralegal, living in an apartment alone and sleeping with a succession of men, though not a very long succession. She thought of herself as normal, and she expected to settle dow...
This is a repost of a 2008 story that has been re-edited. ***** I sat on the porch one last time. I had just finished loading the car with all of my possessions. There were two cardboard boxes and two suitcases. Most of the other stuff I had gotten rid of over the past six years. I didn't want to take anything more than necessary. In my purse were a copy o...
My name is Amber. I am married to a brunette, blue-eyed wimp named Ken. He's tall and muscularly built but has a really tiny penis. He has no job and lays around watching football all day when he isn't surfing porn. He farts a lot like a real man does, and giggles about it, but doesn't want anyone to see the resulting skid marks in his underwear. I'm five f...
Author's Note: This story will start a series about step-mothers. I have received a couple of requests from readers asking that I write about step-mothers. Each story will be about a different step-mother and her sexual escapades. The first story will be about a step-mother who I actually met while I was stationed in Italy in the 1960's. The story is fiction...
I met Stephanie Anne on my first day at college. We were attending freshman indoctrination and ended up sitting next to each other. I've never been shy and she was good looking so I immediately hit on her. We left indoctrination to go for a pizza and ended up back in my room where we practically ripped each other clothes off. Steph had my cock in her mouth b...
What I had done was insignificant in the world view. I hadn't started World War III, joined ISIS, or killed anyone. However, I had done something that was toward the "real bad" end of the "marriage relationship" scale. It wasn't the worst of the worst but it was much closer to that than simply yelling at my husband for no reason, for example. I had a one ni...
Copyright Oggbashan October 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. [This story is set about 250 years later than my story Great Rit...
This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...
I first saw Maria in my third year of college. I was Engineering major, but I was also taking classes in Art to get my electives out of the way. I had signed up a class called Developmental Figure Studies because the girl I was engaged to was taking the class and she had talked me into it. It is amazing how naive you can be sometimes; I thought the class was...
To cheat or not to cheat on my wife, that is the question I need to face right now. I have been living in hell for the past six and a half years. Then I met two women from my past who have made me question if my vows are worth the agony I am suffering now. We have been married for twenty years now, and our 19 year old daughter, Melody, married her high schoo...