Copyright Oggbashan January 2018 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. +++ I was swinging my metal detector from side to side as I wal...
Author's note: this story brings back a couple familiar characters many of you have been wondering about, and overall might seem closer to the style of the original Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate series. Thank you all for your encouragement, comments and emails. I love hearing from you and truly appreciate the time you take to share your thoughts and rea...
This is part 12 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa * Saturday July 31 A busy mor...
Bob Sharpe had stayed behind at Juniper base with a small army of techs and mechanics, and had brought along three truckloads of food and other supplies, along with two small tankers of fuel; one diesel and another of aircraft gas. One of the first things to be unloaded had been one of the smaller diesel generators liberated from one of the Chinese bases, a...
When Mike and I moved into our new home, we immediately purchased and installed a hot tub in the backyard. Additionally, we built a privacy fence for seclusion, which would allow us to enjoy the tub away from any prying eyes. As an afterthought, we also installed a gate between our neighbors behind us with the intention that if we became friends, it would be...
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a lovely girl called Snow White. Now when I say this girl was lovely, I mean she was bangin'! Just under six foot tall in her 5 inch stiletto hooker heels and legs that went all the way up... if you know what I mean. She had an ass that was so toned, she could crack walnuts between those butt cheeks. Her t...
All characters are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy this installment of the chronicle of John Morgenstern and his exploits. The Missouri Smith festival is winding down as he prepares to seek out the resting place of the mysterious train, the Flying Scotsman. I am sorry for the long delay, but real life and ongoing health issues have slowed me down...
Author's Note: this is part 2 of Dan's journey into complete submission to his girlfriend. This story has strong femdom and forced bi themes and explicit M/M sex. ***** "Are you almost done?" Sara called over to me from the living room. "The game's about to start!" The last pancake was frying, I'd just plated the scrambled eggs, and the coffee in the F...
"Time to wake up and smell like roses." Tyson Barnett waltzed right into Maria Blanco's bedroom and pulled the drapes to her balcony doors letting the sunlight in. Waking up yawning she gets blinded instantly. Once the curtains were opened he pulled the doors wide letting in a warm breeze. Dressed in blue jeans and a button down red shirt Tyson walked over...
All of the names, ages, and places in this story have been changed to prevent the guilty from suing my ass. ***** Since I, Brad Westin, was ten years old I wanted to be a Navy SEAL. The sports that I got interested in, and excelled at in High School, were swimming, karate, and lacrosse, which I considered to be good training for becoming a SEAL. I also too...