Chapter 3 Hands and Knees Although I hadn't been conscious of it, simply recalling and recounting my fantasies to Katherine had obviously started having their usual effect, and as we kissed I felt my already thickened cock steadily lengthening and stiffening. But I was in no rush so even as I felt Katherine's hand snaking down between my legs I rolled her...
All characters depicted herein are eighteen years of age or older. I have not intended to imply, nor should it be inferred that any character is engaged in illegal sex with a minor. ***** I had only gone into the pub for lunch after noticing the blackboard menu item of curried scallops and rice, finding myself drooling at the thought. I'd been walking and,...
It was Wednesday, and opening night was two days away. Sir Charles had attended the dress rehearsal the night before, and had proclaimed the production excellent, in spite of the fact none of his original cast remained. Alfred helped me with plausible stories about the remaining players' defections, which Sir Charles took in stride. The run of the opera was...
Peter Noakes was the organist and choirmaster at St Leonards' church and had been so for over thirty years. He had been a widower for the past three years and had two grown up children. He had lived mainly on his own for the last year since his youngest child, his daughter Alice, had joined her brother at university. The parish had received a new vicar four...
There would be longish pauses now and again when the Reverend Herbert Watkins appeared to be elsewhere or at least his mind did. It might be mid conversation and for a minute or so and often much longer his eyes would appear to glaze as total distraction set in. Parishioners had become used to it. One or two had been warned about the phenomenon when first i...
All that spurting (of steam and smoke), pistons thrusting back and forth, tight couplings, trains entering tunnels... Who wouldn't love a "ride" on a steam train? Gary Tuck had been an enthusiast for steam trains as long as he could remember. He realised it was not an interest shared by many people, especially women, but it had always been there. As a kid...
The first time that Alice and I met was pretty ordinary, a chance encounter in a deli. I was in their buying a lunchtime sandwich, while she had a list and was perusing items to use in an Italian recipe at home. I was struck at first by her dark hair, framing a very pretty face, large brown eyes sparkling as I bumped into her; not in a chance encounter sort...
THE BEGINNING Shit! I thought. Oh fuck! Buggeration! Damn and fucking blast! Here was I a happily married man, standing in a dress. A real woman's dress. And I liked it. I really liked it. It was fucking wonderful! "Oh," I said. "What was that?" said my wife Gwen, just adjusting her moustache. "It's surprisingly comfortable," I answered weakly. "Hmn,"...
CHAPTER 1 It was a perfect summer day, warm with just a gentle breeze, and it was good to be alive in my new green dress. I walked along the side of the river, enjoying the green leaves of the trees and the colour of the bricks on the old houses. The feel of the breeze on my bare legs and the gentle movement of the cloth of my skirt was just right. I greete...
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. This is a long fantasy with mild female domination. ***********...