"What did you think you were doing?" the hoarse whisper, androgenous and formless stirred the tiny hairs at the back of my neck. I shivered, unable to contain the fear that voice elicited. "I do not know, sir," my own voice could barely maintain the cool civility that was required of all Veil Watchers. "What you did was irresponsible, reprehensible and, wo...
*It isn't a matter what you can do, but a matter of what you are prepared to do* A little background: In the mythical place called the Tri-Cities which are a combination of New York, San Francisco, and Las Vegas. -The Midnight Mask (deceased) the Tri-City's former defender; killed by the Eternal Flame. -The Crimson Veil – Female leader of the Tri-City All...
It was a mild day for November as we made our way to the penthouse you had rented from a friend for a day for your friends bachelor party...I knew that you wanted everything to be perfect for this as you were the best man and he was your friend from childhood...I reached over and squeezed your hand reassuringly as you were driving...smiling at you tenderly a...
(Synopsis: Russet Thompson is an architect and designer sent to spend several days touring the Harem of an eastern Pasha to get ideas for a new attraction at Ultima Resorts. Sir Adrian Calendar, the Prince’s personal secretary, shows her around, and offers her a ‘deal.’ If she will agree to ‘experience’ the Seraglio, he’ll give her everything she needs to re...
*The difference between friendship and passion can be a matter of perception* (A Week Later) Crimson Veil danced past one of the shadow puppets conjured by Shadow Glove to launch a bola at the super-thief. The device wrapped around Shadow Glove's legs causing her to sprawl over. Jackal Girl leapt on the prostrate form and slammed a Sealing Ward onto the th...
Copyright Oggbashan October 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. * * * * * I was hot, irritated and annoyed with myself for bein...
I'm sorry to say that this is the last episode in the series The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. It is far from being the final one but unfortunately Roberta has withdrawn the remaining story outlines and I had to fight to publish this one that I had completed on her behalf. The others I have had to email back to her. Why? The trouble seems to stem from some t...
The warmth of the mid-morning sun cleared the deep fog of sleep from his mind while he stretched to bask in the warmth. Taking a deep breath, he caught the scent of musk and sandalwood. With a smile, he rolled over to grasp Lynn. "Good morning, woman." Opening his eyes in alarm when she was not there, he rolled quickly to his other side, reaching for his da...
We are sitting at the table in the dining hall, going over the description in the catalog of the different events that will be taking place that weekend at camp. One that stood out, but seemed impossible to do..was the objectification room. I figured though, that I'd go in as a voyeur and see what happened. It was to take place Saturday night, but I didn't r...
I watched the gateaux slide off the plate. Then I felt it, cold and squishy. "Oh god!" I gasped in shock. I looked him in the eye as I panted feeling the cold, sticky mess roll down my pussy. I swallowed hard as he smiled. He put the plate down still holding my clothes away from my body. Then he grinned and just let go. The elastic waist band of my panties...