What lays beyond life usually fills one with terror. The two realms were never meant to cross paths, but more often than not, the impossible happens. Vengeful spirits and creatures reach out from the underworld, regretful of their untimely deaths to the point of forcing the living to join them in their suffering. Such stories of tragedy are more than a few,...
The Curious Tale of a Victorian Dalliance Alexi stretched out on the couch next to me as I pecked on my laptop. "What are you working on now, Gordon? Researching the light-bulb kings of 1930s France?" Alexi is a novelist; I write obscure academic texts. She's always making fun of that, but it pays the bills. "Very funny. No, you're always telling me to try...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
It's dark, wooden, old. The two of them stroll up the steps, creaking beneath their feet. Moonie's heart about to explode from her chest with excitement. "What is this you guys have planned for me?" she asks. "What? Don't trust us?" Gaiden answers, then smiles. "I trust not to trust you" she jokes. They come to the top. Golden light shines through the ou...
***Author's Note*** This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "A Time-Traveler's Lust" and any stories in the "A Time-Traveler" series. You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together. *********************************** Victorian London: A rat-and-smog-filled show of hum...
In front of a roaring fire that kept the crisp coldness of a December morning at bay, Lizzie turned the page of her special book and continued to read the words of Miss Asher: "It was with a sudden moment of clarity that I found the very thought of bending over a Gentleman's knee quite the most thrilling thing ever. The idea of submitting myself to the firm...
I remember how much fun it was making out with my first "proper" girlfriend in my very first flat. She would come over and we would spend hours kissing, touching and dry humping but it always finished with my face between her spread thighs, slick from her many spendings and always eager for more! The flip-side of our relationship was that, although she was...
Authors note: This is a Victorian Alt Universe type of story. Most of the "toys" and people I mention existed during the Victorian era, however some things were invented a few years after 1866. Please be patient with me. ;) Pity my homegirl Brenda for having to beta this, and put up, with my abuse, of commas. **Warnings:** This story includes femdom, drug...
Copyright Oggbashan August 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. +++ I had completed my professional qualification at the weekl...
I’ve written this story in my journal many times. Each time I tell this tale to myself, I remember another half forgotten detail about the wonderful woman who taught me how to make wild, passionate love. I know I will never tire of repeating this story. Arlene Calvin was the love of my life. Yes, that’s right, Arlene Calvin; the famous actress you see on la...