Morgan had been a cockteaser for as long as I'd known her. Which wasn't that long, granted, but long enough for me to form a pretty good notion of the kind of person she was. She moved in next door to us the summer she graduated high school. Her mother had run off with some old flame a couple of years earlier and she was living alone with her father, a guy w...
I still remember vividly the day that it occurred. I had been hunting with my buddies Ephedes and Arimedes in the Dark Woods on the outskirt of our village of Phena. We had each performed the proper libations and prayers to Artemis for the permission to hunt her creatures and also for safety in the woods. The ceremony went quick, we were only seeking a few h...
I can't take my eyes off of her... She does nothing flashy, nor does she wear anything particularly enticing and she is nowhere near the youngest or "hottest" woman in the room. But she has a style and ease of movement that make your eyes follow her every gesture. I try not to stare, however I want desperately to catch her eye. Though I know, if those spar...
The Stag NIght This is a True Story. The Stag Night. A while back I went, with around 30 of my pals to our annual stag night. There were to be two strippers and a comedian. After our meal we got drinks and sat down to enjoy what was to come. The comedian told a few jokes and then introduced the first stripper. She was a beautiful slim, long haired brune...
Chapter Fourteen: Wedding Plans, Shopping, Men's Stag and Girl's Stagette. The girls all get into Kerri's Ford Expedition. Who are they? Gillian, Penny, Jessica and her girlfriend Linda along of course with me and Kerri at the wheel driving. We are all dressed casually chic of course Kerri and I tend to sex it up the most, as t-girls often tend to do. We a...
"I don't understand. If it's an environmental protection club, why are they talking about going stag hunting in those getups?" Erika had returned, laden down with empty beer steins, to the bar running across the back of the Hofbräuhaus beer hall below the university precincts and the sprawling ridge-top castle in Heidelberg. She was near the end of her shif...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan March 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. ***************...
River spent most of her time outdoors. There were few indoor places that she really wanted to be. When she had to be home, she hid in her room with a book and headphones on, trying not to hear her parents fighting. She could barely remember times that they weren't fighting. The woods around her house were more her home. She did have friends—well, primarily...
Note: This story is the sixty-third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stron...
All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older. * * * Christy leaned forward to give him a better view. Boxes of Girl Scout cookies were stacked to either side of her, perfectly framing her oversized breasts as they strained against the last button on her tight top and threatened to burst free. The twenty-som...