************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan October 2005 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. *************...
Captain Owen Smee had come ashore only three nights earlier when his wife Cindy began complaining. Cindy complained of many things, mostly trite things and her husband considered this latest complaint of the lowest order in triteness. "Good gracious woman, once every other night is enough sex for anyone." Cindy slapped her bare ass and said, "Not for me."...
She came hard. She came fast. She came loud. Louder than she'd expected to, at least. Louder than she'd intended. The rapid in-and-out breathing had turned into a repetitive series of increasingly high-pitched "ohs" as she'd begun to crest, and she was borderline ultrasonic by the time she hit her actual climax. It wasn't that these squeaks and squeals wer...
In our year of 21, after the first war with the Purists was over, Marietta Chin saw an opportunity for a whole new market, which she called harems. At this time prostitution was done by free lance individuals to provide their services to the busy men and women, which their jobs didn't allow for any time to socialize. Marietta was Moasabai, and she was a fi...
It was a Thursday night and I was at the old Boothill Speedway just west of Shreveport, Louisiana. Thursday night is when the owner starts preparing the track. He also lets racers get in a few laps of practice if they needed them. Well, I needed them badly. I had been wrecked the Saturday night before and had to rebuild the whole ass end of my car during th...
The phone on my nightstand rang and I groaned as I grabbed it and looked at who was calling. It was Benny and I answered it. "Hello". "Yo Justin, I got $250 worth a weed! You need to come pick us up so we can smoke it!" "Just Wait. Who are you with?" "I'm chilling at McDonald's with Matt and Vic." "Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes." I hung up, qui...
In response to several private comments, I have decided to post the remainder of this series to the BDSM category. I'm sorry if I offended anyone, but I do think I gave adequate warning that this story is about non-consensual punishment. And yes, there is a significant pleasure response in most of the chapters. This is the story of a young woman's convictio...
Author's note: Hey folks. Sorry about the wait; that'll teach me to make promises I can't keep, eh? Anyway, praise be to Isabel and Allyourbase once more for their help in making this thing readable. And chapter eleven will be up and about in a couple of days time, which is something I intend to stick to this time. You just wait and see. Comments, feedback...
Chapter 1: The Golden Girl Every year as the first chill of Autumn began to bite into Summer's soft, ripe heat, the Duc de Charenton threw an immense fete for himself and those he favoured. The Duc had a reputation for eccentricity, even for cruelty, but only those who attended knew the extent of it. His invited guests witnessed all manner of extravagant di...
All hell broke loose the next day, of course, but little of it was at Anne's instigation, despite her rage at the events of the previous evening. She arrived at school early, intending to confront Rufus about Archie's attempted rape, because she felt that he was somehow behind it, and she was determined to have it out with him that morning before the faculty...