After having dropped her kids off to spend the night with their friends, she rushed home wondering what this night would hold. As she entered the house, she immediately went to kitchen to pour herself a drink that would hopefully calm her nerves. She then practically ran with drink in hand to her computer hoping that her inbox contained a clue for tonight in...
"So? Will you talk?" She asked in her usual seductive tone. Loreline. The witch that broke a nation in half. "Where are the rest of Xanders followers?" Xander was long gone, defeated by her sister, Lexi. But still, I refused to tell her the location of the others. Not to her. Not to anyone. They depended on me. "Still not talking?" The witch asked. She loo...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go an appendix on one of the earlier tales to learn about this world. Copyright Oggbashan July 2012 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 ar...
I wonder where it all came from... this sudden and deep connection with her. I don't know her. I have never seen her face. All I have are words. And yet these words have reached somewhere deep inside me and touched a place never realized. The witty banter... the sexual innuendo... the subtle erotica. Heh... her words, that are so true. Eagerly awaiting each...
Jul 5, 2009 MWM Chapter Four "Visiting Mom." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories m...
As the first rays of light peek over the horizon, her precious woman nectar drips onto a mossy forest stone. Above it, her body forms a perfect "x" arms stretched overhead, wrists clenched in richly woven rose vine with thorns lightly prickling. These are tied to two thick, gnarled vines, which ascend to a great arcing bough above. Her vaginal lips have be...
Warning: this is a loving wife story involving a dominant wife helping a man come to terms with his repressed desires to be cuckolded, punished, and sissified. If these themes don't appeal to you, don't read. Thanks. ***** Chapter 6 Lace and Pastels The next morning, Victor could not find the boxers he had packed in his luggage. He ruffled around but to...
An oxymoron is said to exist when two words are used whose meaning does not seem to fit together such as jumbo shrimp or government intelligence. No doubt, the words 'intimate caning' would also fit this definition. However, while a majority would view corporal punishment and domestic discipline as either sadistic or sexually deviant, a minority have found i...
True Beginning But now, it's the autumn. I'm back home from my trip. I met you on the street on your way home from class. I played with you against the hall mirror. We had supper together and talked and laughed and kissed over desert. You are on top of me. I am on my back. There's a fire in the bedroom fireplace. We are in my bed - the old high curtained...
Fire immediately engulfed the house just next door after an earth shaking explosion rocked the neighborhood. Fear was setting in. The rebels were getting closer and closer, Inch by inch. Relentlessly. Terror crept in as silhouettes and shadows extended deeper into the darkness with sudden flashes of light exposing their footsteps. I held my breath and cowere...