Enjoy. Chapter 2: Getting hired. Three days later, Sean Ryan heard why he'd been called to snow-bound New York in the midst of January away from his home in 86-degree sunny Southern California. When he had first arrived, the Creative Convention people had merely commandeered a classroom for the meeting, but the President of Rockycreek wandered in before th...
This story is a work of fiction. Only the really boring parts are autobiographical. Any resemblance of any character in this story to any real person is unintentional and pure coincidence. This may be a bit slow, but it sets the context for later chapters. ***** After about 30 years of practicing law, I thought that I had seen and heard pretty much everyth...
Forgive me. There is no editor for this story. One did volunteer but never returned my email to her. Life is that way. This is a true happening. I was there for all of it. ******* The desperate people Today I attended a job fair for teachers. It was my old employer and it had been 18 months since I quit. The fair was at my old school where a short tim...
Chapter Ten: My First Saturday and Sunday as They are Special Days For Us. "Wake up girls." as sissy Traci calls out to us. We all rise from our sleep and another day in our sissy maids, sissy sluts lives begins. Just like in the previous days starts we spend our time with a morning enema, shower, shave and makeup. We get dressed but not in any maids out...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 Minor edit December 2013 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. This story is set in the 1960s, long...
"Ashanti, your husband is a world class ass." Theresa filled our wine glasses. "You don't have to tell me. I live with the man." The blend from one of our local wineries was soothing and sweet. I could taste a hint of cabernet but couldn't figure out the other flavors. "I just wish that Craig would spend one Friday night with me and let the homeboys do thei...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Sexual Healing" ***** Hey gang! I've heard about this amazing site so thought I'd share an amazing experience I've had with the gorgeous Jilnar Jardaly slut. After a couple of tours in Iraq (I'm a US mari...
It was always a surprise as to what kind of bawdy and raucous distraction Thrain Krull would stage as the conclusion to the monthly meeting of the Thieves' Guild, traditionally held in the spacious cellar of a local wine merchant. As an impeccably shrewd guildmaster, Thrain assured maximum attendance with his "Afters," as they were commonly called among guil...
Those of you that know my wife know that she is an interesting combination of beautiful and painfully shy. She is petite with a tight body, about 5'4" 110lbs. My wife is well known around town, active in local theater and our church. This fall, her volunteering and church led her to one of her most humiliating exposures. Jessica often volunteers to help wit...
The candle-light played on the tribal patterns stained into her cloak. Though it was a warm night, she trembled- she could not shake the feeling at the back of her mind that she might not survive the night. She could see through the eyes of the featureless black mask covering her face, this wooden platform up on the highest tree in the oasis. The floor of a...