This takes place after Wanda Pirate Parade. *** Wanda was not going to take what happened to her at the pirate parade lying down. She was not a helpless victim anymore. She had learned to fight back. First on her list was the teaching students who had helped set up the nursing students. Wanda had been helpless when the students from the rival program had t...
My name is Kory. I'm a student at the Quincy Institute of Technology in Quincy, Massachusetts. It's a small, four-year private technical college with an eight-thousand-person student body. We have one campus and that's the one in Quincy, obviously. I am a local, having graduated from Quincy High School recently. Yeah, I'm a local girl. I'm finding my college...
Festival Refuge Copyright Oggbashan August 2020 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. +++ It was the early 1960s. The three of us, Ge...
I awoke. My body was covered in sweat. I was incredibly excited because of that dream. I immediately masturbated until I came… four times. Uncontrollable lust finally left my body allowing me to come to my senses. The dreams. They were so real. No. They were beyond doubt real. I not only saw it, I felt it! My body still feels it. I gasped as I checked the c...
I've read a lot of stories which the writers freely admit to be fantasies. I've read a lot of stories, which the writers claim to be based on fact. And, I've read stories, which the writers claim to be autobiographical. This series is autobiographical. I will freely admit my recollection may not be perfect as far as the sequence of events; I may have rearran...
Data walk towards the window of the ready room by the Captain's chair and stared out into deep space. He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. He was enjoying the moment. Deanna, now fully dressed, curled up in the large leather chair at the opposite end of the room. She was exhausted. She bent her knees under her and wrapped her arms around her chest, resting...
My most unusual and erotic sexual experience occurred several years ago near the end of my sophomore year in college. I had just finished an afternoon exam and thought I would stop by a campus bar for a few beers on my way home. The bar I stopped at was a grad student hangout, but was also occasionally frequented by locals. I liked the place because of the d...
The following is a story first published on another web site under a slightly different nom de plume. I decided to post it here as well since there have been several mentions of it in posting for other of my stories. I'm trying to make sure that all of my works are posted here. Please note that aside from this foreword I have made no changes in any way. I ho...
Author's note: This is the first part of a story that is open ended right now. There's no intercourse in this first Chapter; still I hope you'll read it and send me a note if you'd like to read more about Nurse Synge, Captain Wilson and the origins of the Nightingale Sisterhood. The Odd Tale of Nightingale Synge—Pioneer Sexual Therapist Chapter One Some y...
Tonight there was anxiety in the air. The main ballroom of this most luxurious casino was brightly lit. Full of high society people – beautiful women in evening dresses, rich men in black suits – the air was thick with the smell of many expensive perfumes blended together into an impossible exotic mixture. About a hundred of dark wood, red cushion chairs wer...