My thanks to oldnakeddad for help in editing this story When she told me that she had found someone else, it shattered my world. I really hadn't any idea. I'd known that out love making wasn't quite as frequent in the last couple of months, but my workload had increased, and I thought she had understood. Looking back, I suppose, I should have said something...
(Author's note: This first installment is weighted more toward humor than erotica -- if you're looking for hardcore fucking right away, check out some of my other stories instead.) Chapter 1. Marcus' Personal Ad Mountain Man seeks SWF who can run a chain saw. Include picture of chain saw. Ad #7689. *** Hi, I'm Marcus. I'm a 29 y.o. SWM, 6'2", 195#. I lik...
An occasional series of short stories about ex-Staff Sergeant Daniel Matthews. ***** Chapter 1: The Attaché Case I was crawling up the wall. Literally, climbing up a vertical Victorian brick wall using fingertips and toes. Plenty of grip for an experienced and rather desperate climber. Halfway up I skirted around the illuminated window and carried on clim...
Five Months Earlier: Tabitha Riley gripped the steering wheel and yanked her gray Toyota Camry into a parking spot. She checked the dashboard clock before pulling the key from the ignition. Dion was cutting it really close. Her sister had called while she was en route to Middleton Academy, her nephew's private school that was practically in the next town ov...
Copyright Oggbashan December 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 was going to be an entry for the 2019 Winter Holidays cont...
My slave Martisha Jeans is so obedient. This big and tall, chubby and extremely dark-skinned, big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman does absolutely everything I tell her to do. She cooks and cleans and does it all with a smile. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Slaves must know their place. She's got to please me. After all, it's what I bought her fo...
The clattering sound wakes me up. I sit bolt upright in bed, because I know what it means. I'm going to be a character! After what happened yesterday though, I'm not surprised, but still, why me? I'm just a... Dice bounce through my mind, landing on a 6, and an 8. ... simple shepherdess. I'm not a hero! I'm not able to take on the Dragon Lords to restore...
Early the next morning, I rolled Yoni off me, donned a robe and went into living room to pen a note: His Highness Prince Tulan: With great admiration, I want you to know that your judgment in selecting Yoni for me was inspired. However, she did not keep me from adding to my requests. Now want her. I May I keep her, until we meet in two days? Tackling the...
She was lying on the bed near her snoring husband. After some frantic fucking he had fallen asleep as usual without caring for her. She came from an Indian village and accepted this as being sex. She had never experienced the sensation called an orgasm. Nowadays she was obsessed with thinking about sterility and it was the main point to ponder over tonight....
Tuesday morning. Dot waited by the living room window again, hoping to spot Jonathan approaching down the street on his bike. The window was obscured in thick net curtains and it was hard to see in, but easy to see out, unobserved. However there was no Jonathan. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when the phone rang. She had a mobile phone, but still use...