Ch. 7 The memory bloomed vivid for Michael as he raced into the fortress. Nicholas standing over Ian's body. Blood dripping slowly down the dagger's point, leaving a muddy crimson stain in the sand. Cold dead eyes locking with his for an instant before Michael was dragged away. 'I could have saved him.' The thought had haunted Michael ever since that a...
Melody awoke first the next morning, finding herself spooned comfortably in Mike's arms. She kissed his hands lightly and wiggled her ass against his crotch, feeling his morning wood pressing against her. Becoming extremely horny from his poking, she slid her ass up and began to slide herself onto his cock. He did not awaken, but his breathing deepened in pl...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and all characters represented here and in any additional parts of this story are all over the age of 21. This tale involved crossdressing, bdsm & role playing. If these subjects do not interest you then I wish you well and hope you find a story on the site which you will enjoy. The main characters in this tale are as...
Carlton rolled over with a pained moan. His head throbbed like nothing before. He staggered out of bed to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. God, how much did he have to drink last night? He downed a handful of aspirin while shaving and then dressed casually. Raymond would have some coffee ready in the office. Grumbling to himself, he staggered in...
(Many thanks to KittyKatBC, my editor on this one. I'm glad she was on board, it made the story easier to write.) * Lacey was my boss, I do emphasize the word was. The company I work for is a family owned and run architect business and since the only child the owner had was a daughter who had no interest in the company, we all knew that once he retired the...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 10 -- Let's burn rubber together "Come and look at this," I said to Emma. In most cases, a woman's entry into a room where her partner is sitting naked except for white plimsolls and ankles socks at a computer looking at internet porn would strike a grievous if not terminal blow to the relationshi...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * I, Thomas Rydbeck, am a hated stranger in this small Scandinavian town where I have my job. Everybody in town knows what I did and for the time being a lot of people out there really hate me. The simple reason for their hate is that I seduced a very beautiful woman who was married to a popular local sports s...
Cynthia's husband of two years, Brian, was in the Marines' Force Recon and stationed in Iraq. She had heard her brother, who was a Naval officer, refer to Force Recon marines as "bullet sponges" when he thought she wasn't listening, since he would have never said such a thing had he known she was within earshot of him. This description sent Cynthia's imagi...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 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. Story so far: Paul, driving a back road on Romney Marsh at night,...
Thank you to all my readers for your comments. I hope you continue to enjoy the stories as much as I enjoy writing them. And as always, a huge thank you to Archangel_M for his support and guidance. ************* Island of Sardinia - 1052 A.D. The figure standing on the hillside watched the flames die out. He listened as the shouting and screams quieted...