She was new at the hardware store and she screwed up my order. I was in a hurry, as usual, and seething inside at the delay, but she was obviously as distressed as I was. What could I do? I took a deep breath and told myself to relax. I also kicked myself mentally for not going to the store yesterday. Wait until the last minute and you're almost guaranteed t...
Vice Cop: The Beginning New York City, 1985 Hudson Banach's Polish father had been a cop in the post-World War IIdays, a Poznan, and he had retired years ago to start a family in America. He told Hudson of his many experiences in those often dangerous times whenItaly was just coming off its darkest days. His stories and accounts were full ofintrigue and ad...
They awoke at seven. May was very aroused and went on top of Paul. She ground into Paul for thirty minutes as Paul rubbed her clit and played with her tits. Then Paul came. They showered together then May made breakfast. It was now nine, eight o'clock in Champagne. Paul phoned the Chateau. Colette answered the phone. Paul said, "Good morning Colette, how are...
Niizkka'Lor Stonefist -often referred to as Nikka by her human patrons- stood at her grinding stone, sharpening a recently-crafted bastard sword. The female orc kept her forge and her stand of various wares situated in the city square, where she could catch the attention of as many potential customers as possible. The other human merchants and vendors who ke...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan August 2019 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. **************...
This is a very mild female exhibition fantasy. There is no real sex or bondage or any of that, just a young woman flashing her naked twat for all the world to see... or did she? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The following warning is probably not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it does apply to most of my stories....
"What is that guy wearing?" Ava asks, looking at a man walking up Royal Brougham Way, on his way to the Alaskan-Way Viaduct. "Were those jeans at one point?" "Maybe it's a new fashion trend. Jeans meets skirt meets redneck shorts," I reply. Ava and I have two passions in this life. Baseball and people watching. Luckily, we live in Seattle, where we have al...
Chapter 1 At the headquarters of The Order of Saint Ishmael, situated in a picturesque castle in Austria, the Grand Council was holding their first, official bi-monthly meeting. Thirteen people, all dressed in long robes with deep hoods, hiding their faces, were seated around a huge and highly polished table. The Order of Saint Ishmael, a latter-day club...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. As the majority partner of a syndicate that owned a floating casino moored permanently on the banks of the Mississippi,...
By now everyone within a few hundred miles of Houston have heard of them and I guess many of these people have actually tried them, but, for the people not fortunate enough to fall within the path of a recent hurricane or not part of a military organization I thought I might offer some how to hints on preparing, eating and enjoying MREs. Again, for those of...