Please be warned that this story is about cuckolding. Read at your own risk. Part 1 I've heard it said that we English are very slow to change, but I'd like to tell you how one American man changed my life and many others in our village in a very short time. I may as well use meeting my friend Mandy as a starting point. I'd been out shopping for a new ni...
At four in the morning, there's a quiet knock on the door, and his heart is pounding so hard he worries it might pop. She's here. He tightens the cord around his bathrobe and approaches the door, leaning in to peer through the little security hole, to check it's not just one of his buddies drunk as a skunk and locked out of his room again. It's not. He cat...
It was my first morning in a newly painted room in a refurbished house. New Shower, new doors and windows and, new floorboards and carpet. This is generally how my mind works - especially on a Saturday morning in a new room with the smell of paint in my nostrils. I did a mental check list: Debts cleared? - finally, after over a decade! Friends? - more than I...
Before I say anything about the story, I must thank Diccon, he patiently went through my story and made it British. His comments were right on point. Let me say "THANK YOU DICCON." And yes I am yelling. Since he is the UK I want to be sure that he heard me. This story is based on the English Comedy KEEPING UP APPEARANCES. The major character in the show is...
Jonathon Parker finally admitted it to himself, He was lost, totally and irrevocably fucking lost. He looked at the clock on the dashboard, 11.35PM. "Some fucking Halloween this is," he thought to himself, "The Vicars and Tarts Party will be in full swing by now, and instead of getting fucked, here I am, lost on the Yorkshire fucking moors." He thumped the...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Comp...
DOWN, BOY! WRITING THE ALPHA MALE FOR CONTEMPORARY FICTION "I don't want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader...I want a man lying over me, always over me...His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot...as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated...I am going to be pursued, f...
We are a married couple of ten years and this is the story of a break in the country we enjoyed with out our two boys, who are living it up with my parents. We in the meantime are seeking to live it up and revitalise our sex life, by behaving like naughty teenagers for a week. We have chosen to take our caravan to a remote farm that we know well in mid-Wales...
I was about to marry my childhood sweetheart Paula Rother. I loved her and she loved me but it hadn't been straightforward. After school she went to Manchester University while I went to work at a local accountants as a lowly paid junior clerk. She said we where inseparable but during the two years she was away she met Graham. I was heart broken and knew I w...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 / October 2019 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. *** When I had asked Cecilia's father for per...