It's not that I don't have a sense of humor. I have a sense of humor. When she told me what she was doing, I was repulsed at first; I laughed later, an inevitable concession to the irony of the situation. It was funny—in a way. I understand why she thought so at least. She must have known, too, that I knew all along. She must be laughing because I walked r...
Orchestrated by the Kinky Brides Group (KBG) Uncle Yano has been forced to have sex with his young niece, fully dressed in her bridal gown, in the bridal suite and on her wedding day. The evening continues and amid the celebrations find out what the frilly panty wearing Yano and Kirsten do next. As the night went on and the dancing continued I had another...
Thank you all once again for taking the time to read me. Remember it's free and fantasy, so any similarities to anyone or anything are purely coincidence. Please remember to comment and vote. XOXO ***** So as I looked at the outfit, outfit number four, I decided to clean up a bit. My body still trembling from the need for release. I knew what I nee...
Well he did ring the next day, twice! I played it cool of course. I knew he wanted another phone sex session. He would just have to wait until he came round with the money, besides the trick was to keep him hot. I had already got revenge on Lin. Barry was next, and then Jenny. This was my main reason to take up Clive's idea. I had spoken to my uncle briefly...
Here I am sitting in a wooden chair with my hands tied behind my back. I try to remember how I got here but the last thing I remember is watching the Arab troops through my binoculars. Then I knew nothing until waking up here. There's a big guy with a turban threatening me in a language I don't understand. It's very guttural and full of throaty sounds. He s...
A few things had changed since my performance at the final night of the charity event. First of all, I thought about it constantly. Being practically nude on stage and the audience not knowing it. Flashing my bare tits to the guys backstage when it was all over. Almost every night I'd relive the evening and touch myself. And the more I thought about it, the...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2015 Edited September 2015 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. The information about genies is fictitious...
The scarf was lying on top of a pile of magazines. The sheer fabric shimmered attractively. I couldn't resist. I had to touch it, feel it flowing over my fingers. I was more excited than I had ever been before. I reached out with a trembling hand and gently took hold of it, gasping at it's soft, slippery texture and almost letting it slide to the floor. I wa...
When the church doors open and the first notes of the nuptial march begin, Evellyn, a beautiful and voluptuous twenty-one-year-old redhead, feels a lump in her throat and almost begins to cry, but she remembers that it can smudge the makeup. Furthermore, she will not appear well in the footage and photos, whose video and camera operators are a few meters ahe...
As I stood there awaiting Adrian's direction, I admired my wife. She was laying on her back looking exactly the same as she did on our wedding night. She was still extremely aroused. She was crossing her legs and squirming, as if she was on the road to another orgasm. I just assumed she was responding favorably to his debasement of her. Adrian walked towards...