Chapter 3 The next morning started early... again. Elsa learned from yesterday and this time added a bra underneath her camisole. So when she sweated through her clothes she would not give the workers a wet t-shirt show. The breakfast was the same as yesterday, but everyone was moving a little slower and it seemed to take a lot more coffee to get everyon...
Long, long ago there dwelt, in the city of Athens, a sculptor named Pygmalion. He it was who, at an early age, came of the opinion that women were the cause of men's ills, and so early he came to despise them. Yet, although he scorned their presence, still he admired their physical forms and set about to create a statue more lovely, more desirous, more lif...
It was hot that day, as I walked over the sand on my way to that special shady place that I liked so much. People were everywhere, the sun was beating down and the noise of the children playing in the surf was enough to remind me of my own youth, the smell of the suntan lotion mixed with the smell of the salt water and the faint odour of hot chips. I walked...
It was late at the police station. Everyone had gone home or was out on patrol. And Porter and Blair were taking full advantage of that. Currently, Blair was on her back on Porter's desk, legs wrapped around her captain as he drove into her. Porter had her wrists pinned down on either side of her head, and his tongue wrestled with hers as he kissed her deep...
“It's so big! It's so hard!” You think you hear an excited female voice exclaim as the sound slowly starts you on the way to regaining consciousness. “Owww . . .” the woman groans, “please . . . slow down . . . I can't take it . . . let me catch my breath . . . please . . . not another climax . . . I'm cumming so hard it hurts . . . please, another orgasm wi...
Mary couldn't sleep. She was in deep distress not knowing what to do. She lay on her bed hearing the light snores of her husband whom she loved deeply but now was part of her big trouble. Her daughter Lucy had come to her just before bedtime crying. "Oh mother, my fiancé says that he can't marry me without knowing what I look like. He says he can't buy a p...
"Well, if you are really gunna leave, at least let me take you out for one final good-bye," Jeena begged, tears nearly welling up in her eyes. Donella couldn't say no to her long time friend so grudgingly agreed. Donella no longer took pleasure in her everyday life, and decided that she was going to drop out of school and start a new existence. She lost all...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2005 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 lay back on the bed beside Lucina. I was satiated with a...
Author's Note: This story contains some Non-Human sex with reluctance/non-consent elements as well as consensual Male/Female sex. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------- In a far away country, there lived a King named Cepheus and a Queen named Cassiopeia. It was well known that the Queen was a beauty beyond reckoning, but she was silly or...
"Not for every man is the voyage to Corinth" -- Herodotus As they drove along the winding hillside road that overlooked the turquoise Gulf of Corinth, Professor Jon Mitchell thought about the ancient reputation of the city that lay beneath them, in short, he thought about sex. As a history professor of Classical Studies at the American University in Athens,...