As I pulled up in my car, my jaw dropped. The house was damn near perfect! You could see the faded glory in it's façade. If only the structure was sound enough. Then our dream could come true. With a little money (not a problem, since I was left a sizeable inheritance), time (also not a problem), and a lot of sweat equity, Kelly and I could fix it up and run...
I work for a university. I'm finishing my PhD thesis in History (documentary evidence and textual accounts of the emergence of the common law in the eleventh century, since you ask) but I don't have funding for my research. Not surprising really. Legal history isn't fashionable, but my department don't want to lose me entirely. So I spend my working day as...
Maggie lay on her stomach, each breath sounding like a rushing wind in the silence of her bedroom. Would it happen again tonight? Had she concocted last nights adventure from a glass of wine, a wish, and a videotape? For some reason she had pulled on the mall-store copy of a Victorian dressing gown a former lover had presented her for Valentine's day. It wa...
When Mr Hastings first phoned me, I had no reason to think he was anything other than an ordinary client. I mean, so what if he asked me to turn up dressed as a chambermaid? That was one of the options mentioned on my business card. Transvestite maids have always been popular... My maid's outfit was the flimsiest kind; really just a cheap black mini-dress w...
Jessica, still a virgin, masturbates herself while plotting and planning the loss of her virginity tonight. Getting ready to go out on another date with Michael, Jessica released a dreamy sigh as she relaxed in her bathtub. The warm soapy water felt good on her soft skin. She was horny. She was always horny. Something that men may or may not know about wome...
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. +++ "Ow! That hurt. It isn't large enough for my wrists, Alice."...
Dark skies surrounded London. A black smog stretched across the horizon emanating from the factories that dominated the sprawling cityscape, drenching the sprawling metropolis with a dark haze that seemed to smothher all the light of the city. Suddenly, the sleek, sooty underbelly of a ship sleuced through the clouds, breaking the eerie calm of the skies. Th...
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...
(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...