Dear Dirty Diary, Thanksgiving weekend all the Huntingdon stores started pushing their winter fashions, so Louise and I went shopping. Even with all the closet space in our new apartment, I had to do some fall-cleaning to make room. I dumped out my pantyhose and tights drawer on the bed beside my relaxing husband. Each pair I got rid of, Doug would pick up...
"My name is Zuad. Zuad Upphazeer Zemeira Erromis Vropohkty" Zuad spoke softly as she ran her fingers through the barbarian lordling's long hair. It was delightful, his hair, a reddish brown shade that she had never seen before. She had never seen long hair on a man before either, though his was not exceptionally long, and only just went past his shoulders....
The next night Edna warned John and Jane, "I have a friend from the Astarte Nunnery who is coming tonight. Do you mind if I have some ..." "Sex? That's right," answered John, "You'll have her, we will have each other." "What's her name, Edna?" asked Jane. "Chang Lequ. She is of Chinese descent." John guffawed and explained, "Lequ is the Chinese translati...
Author's Notes: "Men see beauty wherever they can get it. But that's the allure of the Red Light Princess. Like any good whore, she's whoever you want her to be." ― James W. Bodden "The more you love, the more you can love-and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could lo...
As I drove Gina's Jaguar to our meeting with Anna, Gina chatted on the phone with friends, whispering conspiracies. I could make out just enough to guess that the topic was me—and Anna. There was a lot of giggling. I fidgeted in my seat powerless to stop her from betraying the embarrassing details of my perverse surrender. How much was she telling? Did she...
This is the continuation of a previous story of infidelity and mischief. We last left off our lustful characters in a state of impasse, having just been discovered by the husband of Katarina, Mark. It is suggested that you read Chapter 1 before continuing. ***** "Wh-h-hat are you doing home?" Katarina gracefully bolted up to grab her robe by the side of t...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). EN...
Michael stared out through the glass across the patio into the darkness. Behind him his mistress purred with anticipation as she led the unresisting girl down the hallway and into the secret lair of her bedchamber, where, if the flame of ravishing hunger illuminating her dark eyes gave expression to her true intentions, her victim would soon be totally cons...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 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'm scared, Harry. I don't want to do this." "You agree...
Kait made progress on the garden. We had a grand twilight opening ceremony for the new sprinkler system that saw us both wet, muddy and laughing. On reflection now it was maybe another step in awareness of how much this girl was filling the void in my life in a most incredible way, of how I hoped she would always be in it. Toasting each other with Coca Col...