Casablanca in the thirties was a cosmopolitan sprawl of adventurers and chancers from all corners of the planet; its Wild West feel drew many into its seedy society. The political climate to the north, mirrored by the eternal African turmoil to the south, only served to colour its atmosphere; generating business for the myriad of nightclub owners. A welcome...
I started to write about my journey into the lifestyle I now lead about eighteen months ago, and during that eighteen months I have attempted to cover a period of about three years, but I'm not quite up to date yet. I seem to have slipped into a rather deviant way of life, and whilst I wouldn't describe myself as out and out promiscuous, I have been able to...
My Fourth of July had been fruitful. At my usual gathering of friends at my house, Timmy, a shy, handsome 18-year-old friend of the family, had come by. Quite unexpectedly, and delightedly so, I, and then later my sexy old girlfriend Linda, drained the young stud dry, between us milking six gorgeous loads from him, all the while enjoying his talented tongue,...
David's Ordeal ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2005 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 pe...
The figure watched the fight from the doorway, unseen. The boy fought fiercely this time, no longer having anything to lose after smashing the cheerleader's phone. But he was already weakened from her earlier facesitting marathon. They grappled and he initially got the upper hand out of sheer desperation, using his arm strength to force her to the ground. H...
Forty five years old. For whatever reason this birthday was really bothering Nina. Thirty hadn't bothered her and neither had forty but for some reason forty five was. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was the fact that her kids were older now and could basically take care of themselves. Maybe it was the fact she was home all day. She had never wor...
As they drove back across the causeway, he felt like he was home. It was great to get the fresh salty air back again after the heat of the ranch and enjoyable and intimidating as the other women had been- especially the formidable Carole- he still felt as though Dolores was his true mistress and owner. "I'm going to take you right back to my house, we are g...
The following is a long story in three parts, about a older woman's desire to "force" her husband to eat his own cum. Now that you know what it's about, please read if you think you'll like it, but do NOT if you think you won't! And PLEASE vote and/or comment, non-anonymous feedback is important to writers! ***** PART ONE: The Revelation I saw Marco a cou...
In the morning, I wake first. I'm lying there and thinking this is the point where I usually take off or break up with the woman. I'm falling for Whitney already and the way she looks me in the eyes, I think she might be right there with me. But I have no desire to be without her. No matter what happens in the future or if she lets me have her ass, I know I...
*** Story is loosely based on a friend's fantasy. It is a slowburn femdom story; everyone involved is fictional *** "Kathy, you look dashing in this getup," Jules exclaimed while raking her eyes up and down Kathy's body, which was encased in a dress made out of red lace that stopped barely below her lovely butt. Her blond locks draped over her shoulders, bl...