Since coming to South East Xavier University, school has been one adventure after another. Although it is still a chore to get up every morning and drag myself to class, once getting there, it isn't so bad. Every girl that attends SEX University is beautiful. There is not one girl who could remotely be considered ugly. Of course there are some girls who coul...
What can you say about poor Charlie? He was a ten year old boy who stayed out of trouble and rarely complained about anything. Of course, Charlie was an only child, making it easy for his parents when it came to raising him. Then one summer day, his whole life would change forever. One little incident would change the attitude of the citizens of this small,...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
It was a regular but unpredictable occurrence in many remote parts of Mexico. The bandits were ruthless. Women were raped and beaten; men were shot or hung. After it was all over, they would take anything of value and leave the village without food. Thus far, Elena's town had been spared; no major raids for over 40 years. A few small robberies, but no one w...
It was a chilly spring day, the sun had not poked through the clouds yet over Hardstorm Kentucky and Travis looked out the window of his home. He opened the window to let fresh air in. It had been another cold night, and he wanted to get the smell from the fire in the chimney from last night aired out. It was going to be a busy day. He had to go into town la...
Wake on this day tired, the Pinkerton men set up watch for an attack at night. Each time they change watch or move about I would wake and point pistol at. Dan only groan when I move to get up so I reckon he is just as tired. Still it is time to be up, though reckon no hunt on this day, best to not scare the soldiers. Once am dressed head for the fire and ge...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2003 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. All conversations are shown in English but some are assumed to be a t...
A welcoming committee of one watched as I parked my unremarkable car in the Police Station car park. Hand outstretched he descended on me as I opened the door and got out. "I am George Brookman." That was it, no welcome prologue, no idle banter. "I'm Sergeant Scott Reynolds, but then you already know that." My uniform with the newly applied Sergeant stripe...
Growing up in the small town of Harpers Mill was about as boring as you would have expected. Still, if you discount the fact that the town had no school, meaning that the thirty kids living there had to take a hour long ride from the last pickup to the nearby town of Grover, and that there was more cows then people on any given day; the town was close to the...
The town of Maddington never had much disturbances. The streets were kept clean, the townsfolk always greeted each other and the community thrived from this harmony they shared. A quaint little paradise one might call it. But things are never quite as simple. For every now and then those that wish to stay in the town permanently, particularly the women, chan...