Prologue In my professional life as a Clinical Virologist specialising in sexually transmitted and blood borne infections I worked closely with what were then known as Genitourinary Clinics — now called Sexual Health Clinics. The basic premise of this story is therefore based on actual fact, although as far as I am aware there is no health spa or clinic lik...
After their Sunday photo shoot Tim reviewed the pictures on his computer screen. Only a few were up to his expectations. He was frustrated that the beauty and sexuality he'd watched live hadn't been captured in most of the pictures. Tim told Mary of his disappointment. He said he was going to get about 10 pictures enlarged and printed but he expected only o...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan March 2018 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. **************...
Author's note: As with all chapter stories, it will help you to follow this if you read the previous chapters, though it might work as a standalone. My thanks to my muse, without whom this wouldn't have been written; to raconteuse for her most competent editing, and to my readers for their continuing support, and encouraging posts and emails. I hope you al...
I'd parked the car a good 5-minute walk from the address I'd been given over the phone - not wanting it seen anywhere near my destination. Paranoia? Sure, but this WAS the first visit and I wasn't feeling sure about anything. The walk was brisk and I couldn't help looking around constantly, wondering who was watching, guessing where I was headed and why. Tho...
I walk into the vast library at around noon, prepared for a long day's hard study. As I walk past the front desk my eyes are drawn to a beautiful young lady who I've never seen before, sat busily stamping a huge pile of returned books. Long jet black hair, bright emerald green eyes, full pouting lips, slender neck and firm pert breasts hidden under a light f...
"I'm writing a novel set during the Victorian era," Vanessa explained as I dried off my face and hair with the towel that she had handed me. "Wearing the right clothes helps me to imagine my way into the story." "So it's a fairly sexy sort of story, is it?" I surmised. "Not exactly your Oliver Twist, or David Copperfield, style of Victorian saga." "Well, i...
(Note: Thanks to everyone who's read and enjoyed, and offered positive feedback lately as I get back into writing. I do want to say though, that as I experiment with different ideas, that some of my writing may seem to be be detailed and long. The reason I have for this is that BDSM to me is more about the mental state of the players, than about strict actio...
Dewey's on Eighth Avenue, a place where most drinks do quick touch and go landings, die quickly deposed down someone's throat. One of the burley bartenders in a green plaid too tight vest, punched up sleeves, one of the waitresses in the short black skirt, the stunning legs, puffy white Victorian blouse notched by wide open v to give their tits a once over t...
Elizabeth here: I thought it was about time I went for the age-old vampire tropes and try to make them fun and refreshing. Plus, this one has a good ending, unlike some other stories I've seen which end on a rather depressing note that ruins the story. I hope you enjoy it! ~~~~ ~~~~ Two needles with suction cups, a Y shaped tube, a pump, and a bag: every 5...