"Can I help you Dad?" "Sure! Can you untangle the end there?" I was standing on the ladder, only beginning to put the Christmas lights on the tree, just as I had for the last twenty-two years. Oh! I thought to myself; make that the last twenty-one years. Rick hadn't been born yet that first Christmas, and that first Christmas we didn't have any lights. B...
Jasmine wisps of smoke filled the room, as requested. The scent was always reserved for special occasions, so as not to make the perfume mundane in her own private moments. However, the conical incense burned at each corner of the room. Andrea inspected every bit of the room to ensure it met the core of her fantasy -- she had paid good money for this, and sh...
It is the audition for the play... I am Mr. A, one of your students' uncle, who has volunteered to direct you lot at the charity event. Black hair with occasional strands of silver, tall, well built and dark, an editor in the technology research department of a prominent automobile magazine. Short buzzcut nape and facial hair, a well shaped and kempt instan...
Christmas Past Copyright Oggbashan November 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. ***********************************************...
Each day I get on the bus for the long ride to Rome from our little village. Everyday there is this beautiful woman, dark hair, always dressed in something sexy that shows off her lovely body. And each night, we again ride the bus back. With winter, the sun sets early and the ride back to our separate villages makes most of the people catch long naps till we...
It was Friday evening around 6:00 PM. I left work early and was now home from the nail salon. I was getting ready for our annual office Christmas party. It was in a hotel ballroom. The same as previous years, it was just for employees and some vendors, no spouses or guests. There would be around 50-60 people and the mix would be approximately two thirds guys...
Out of breath, sprinting down a hillside in the dead of night beside his naked sister, Lane Woods considered now would be the last chance to remember better times. He didn't have to reach too far back. Better times were only a few weeks ago. A few weeks ago, Lane couldn't have possibly imagined he'd have to worry about running away from a flock of enraged cu...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered male. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults then read no further... other wise enjoy. Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue... ***** I grabbed her arm forcefully and almost...
"Hahahahaha, aw, man! The looks on your face were priceless! Hehe, you looked like you were about to lose your mind!" Delilah says, laughing. She leans on Mac's shoulder as she grabs her stomach, highly amused at Mac's earlier struggle in the final period at school. They are now walking home to their block, which was about a good 15 minutes away. The sun st...
Note: This story is the thirty-fifth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous thirty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly r...