Chapter 3: Preparing The Lesson Solemnly, almost ceremonially, our trio ascends the stairs, me leading the way, then our unwilling guest, and Lori bringing up the rear. Every couple of steps she gives Tina's ass a sharp swat. The bedroom is warmer than downstairs, but not unbearable. The small revolving table fan on the dresser ruffles the curtain in the...
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."...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan December 2008 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. * * * * * The following are 15 fifty-word stories w...
She'd started the games. Why I'm not sure. Perhaps she was just bored with our usual sex-play. Perhaps she was concerned I was. Or maybe she'd planned the change from the beginning, deciding to slowly integrate it instead of forcing it on me. One way or another, she'd started the games. It started with a simple one. I came home and found her sitting stark n...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
Maria is an absolute goddess. Her hair is blond, styled in a sexy messy way, her eyes are a gorgeous blue, her nose is cute and wrinkles slightly when she smiles. Her lips are full and soft. We have been seeing each other for a few months now, and talked for ages before then on the internet, where we met. Maria is My slave, in every way imaginable. I literal...
Brad Nyler balanced his groceries and fumbled with the deadlock. As he stepped inside he trod on the envelope, picked it up, closed the door with his foot and proceeded to the kitchen. Notes usually meant trouble and expense. Someone's sink was dripping, their lights flickering, or their air conditioning broken down. He tossed the dreaded message on the cou...
Chapter 8: Sherry Exposed I waited for Sherry to continue recounting her day. She needed to rest her voice and rehydrate her mouth. I held her hand and tried to be strong for her. I told her again that I didn't need to hear the rest of it, that I had a pretty good idea of what happened. She insisted that she had to tell me, that I had to know, that I couldn...
I trembled with anticipation, the stable yard was quiet, the only sound was the snorting of sleepy horses. I crept towards the tack room, my shadow cast by the full moon above. I fiddled with the lock and swung the door open, I was engulfed with the smell of warm leather and horses, I breathed in the intoxicating aroma. I had been planning this session for w...
"Oh yeah," Amy the woman-child agreed happily. "How soon can we fuck again, Loverman?" John glanced down at his flaccid member and sighed. "A while I guess, but hopefully not too long." "What if I did this?" she said and stuck some fingers in her mouth and wet them with her saliva and then slowly slid her hand downward to cup his balls. Her hand gently fon...