Susan: My life had slowly descended into hell over the last two years. It just gradually seemed to develop. A general feeling of dissatisfaction that came and went, at first - but then came and stayed with me longer and longer and slowly morphed into perpetual unhappiness and gloom. I tried to ignore it all at the beginning and just concentrate more on my k...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. The first thing Lynn noticed was the quiet. The silence last night was creepy, sure, but this morning, more so. No birds, was the thought, Better look in on the girls. Lynn, a creature of habit, did her morning ablutions first. She walked down the hall later, scrubbed clean, hair combed, teeth brushed; a woman who dislik...
Many thanks need to go out for this one. Estragon --Thank you doesn't even do complete justice, however, for now-- you know where you are thanked. You've taken yet another chapter on, and given insight—and good pointers! PennLady -- Thank you for being so incredibly nice, and listening—er reading my fear of writing conflicts between characters. And opening...
Jack Slade was the man all women wanted. He was tall, lean, and muscular, with an ass that fit a pair of jeans in a way that made women wet for miles. As the lead singer of an up and coming rock band, Jack seduced his audience with a voice that could shift from high pitched and sweet, to low and seductive, to hard all in one breath. With longish black hair...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is total fiction. The characters do not exist nor are they meant to portray anyone who does or ever did. The story is ADULT in nature. That means it's porn, boys and girls, and therefore not meant to be read by persons under the age of at least 18 years. In fact, 20 would be better. If you don't fall into this category, GO AWAY! NOW...
"Tell me Lily, how are you liking your Westworld experience thus far?" "It's like a dream." I answer my husband James. He is standing between my parted legs with my petticoats bunched up around us like sea foam. The back of the dressing table I am perched on thumps against the wall as he steadily fucks me. I tip back the brim of James' black Stetson so I...
Author's Note: This is a stand-alone story that is part of a larger series about the titular character, Nellie. Each story that follows can be read on its own or together, in any particular order, though they will be posted in chronological order. The stories may fall under different categories, but all will tell tales of Nellie's various adventures. In th...
Chapter 27* "Why are you calling me this early in the damn morning?" Lena's sleepy voice came across as muffled and exhausted. "I have more Christmas shopping to do!" Alex groaned as she struggled with the Keurig. Nothing was cooperating this morning. She had so much to do, and no time to do it! The last thing she needed was a ten minute argument with a...
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. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part-wr...
Introduction All right, here it is, the second part. Second of six, if I didn't already mention it. As usual, it is my fervent hope that you will all read this and comment on it. Comments really are helpful, and I do listen to them. Remember, this story is my reaction to the comment that I don't really cover the female characters very well. I suppose, now...