I went back downstairs. Louise was enjoying her Armagnac. She looked up at me and asked, "How is she?" "Oh, very nice and ready for you." "So come and tell me what you have done to her." I took my balloon glass and sipped. "Oh nothing untoward other than a finger and maybe a kiss." "That's ok; what does she look like?" So, sotto voce, I gave a long de...
Chapter 18, The Mistress Comes to Visit On a rare occasion, Dr Sherry would notify her friend if she had ‘acquired’ a new slave that the Mistress might be interested in. It was obvious that Mistress Francesca had figured out Dr Sherry’s stable of slaves, but didn’t have any idea of what their actual purpose was, other than sex. She had no idea of the milkin...
Finding my wife the perfect gift for our upcoming fifteenth wedding anniversary posed a longtime challenge. I wanted something special and memorable to thank her for making me the happiest man on earth all these years, but nothing had yet caught my eye. Then a new personal trainer joined the staff of our local gym and soon took a shine to several women, Gab...
My name is Nicholas Ichabous Crane Evanston. I'll spare you the long drawn out story of how I got that ridiculous name. The short version is that my dad saddled me with that long name so I would never forget the acronym, and always be NICE to people. Sometimes big stories have small beginnings, my story started at a CVS Pharmacy in a small town in North Car...
I've always hated going to the barbers. Maybe it dates back to some traumatic event in my childhood, like being dragged there screaming by my father, but truthfully, I just don't know. I just know that all through my school years I hated going to the barber. I guess by the time I was in college I was old enough to get over that minor phobia, but I got throu...
... another titillacious tale as told by esteamed author Sir Stikkimus Soxx, Esquire... (Oh and do feel free to imagine Rupert Everett's voice whilst reading. Or not.) * * * * * Our setting today, an office. Not too hot, not too cold, but just and resoundingly right for our soon to be steamy little romp (and yes, yes, yes with all of the usual things one...
It was a day like any other, a day like the thousand before, or the thousand which followed. It was a day which seemed to begin with the rising of the sun and the transformation of the slumbering masses into the active souls. It was the time when dreams shifted; slipped once more behind the veil of consciousness and yet for some this was not the case. Bria...
Over the years I had fantasized more and more about kinky sex. At first it was just a little kinky but after surfing the Internet I have wanted to try almost anything and everything. The problem was I had been dating Jen. She wonderful and beautiful but she was not kinky at all. I would have loved to experiment but I loved her and was not willing to cheat. T...
The American trio split two rooms. Nancy Kirkwood and Kathy Peck together in one, Paul Lowery occupied the other. Their respective balconies looked over the Costa Garraf sand onto the Mediterranean Sea. Viewed from the third floor, those slight waves purling upon the shore reminded Lowery of the shallow bight stretching from San Diego to Oceanside. On a cal...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 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. * * * * * It was dark and raining, the light rain that doesn't se...