************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2009 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. Minor edit...
In a porcelain basin filled to the brim with steamy water and ginger lily bubbles, I cup my hands to run the water along my neck. It streams down my chest like sensual raindrops from a sexual heaven. Candles light the room making my exposed skin seem tanned and casts shadows on the wall that seem to dance along to the slow jazz music playing in the backgroun...
Penelope lived on the ninth floor of her apartment building and hated doing laundry so she'd procrastinate, as long as possible, which meant she usually had three large, full, bags. The laundry room was in the basement so whenever she'd, finally, decide it was time to do laundry, she sure as hell wasn't going to make two trips! So, she'd load her small frame...
I had been isolated my entire life despite moving around all the time. I chose this kind of life. I had always stayed out of the way of the world and watching everyone was just fine with me. But the truth is, I am very sensitive to life and nature itself. I am the type of person who could stare at the beauty of a flower petal and study all the veins and how...
Dear Brad, I got your letter yesterday, so you want me to fuck the two of them. That sounds like a lot of fun. I would rather tease them a little bit more before I do. Maybe if I tease enough they will become bolder. They are so shy now. I get so wet when they look at me wearing skimpy clothes. Besides , I love to tease. My pussy gets sooo wet and hot when...
It is getting very difficult for me to concentrate on what I have to do today. I am impatiently waiting for the damn repairman to arrive. He is going to fix my washing machine ... the fucking spin cycle is out of whack or something. I don't have much of a head for mechanical things. I am incredibly horny though ... none of my slaves are available at this ti...
Said he decided to work from home today and he's been just enough under foot that I haven't been able to get all the things done that, I had planned to do. At first, I was angry that he stayed home, but now as I stand here washing the dinner dishes my body is humming from a day's worth of caresses and kisses. He's found every excuse under the sun to interru...
The Window Washer --- +++ --- All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen --- +++ --- Edited by Tex Beethoven Melody sighed and pushed herself back from the computer, standing to stretch. The numbers simply weren't making sense, and after staring at the screen for hours without seeing the answers she sought, sh...
Read Paid in Full Ch. 1 to get details of this adventure based on a real-life experience. ***** I found several of those pads that mechanics use to lay across fenders when they are working under the hood of a car and put them on the desk. Then I put a small pile of clean shop cloths on the desk for a pillow and had Gus lie down. I had gotten a bucket of wa...
(This is a continuation of a previous story, where June - a 1950s housewife - caught a young neighbor watching her pleasure herself upon a washing machine.) * She hung the laundry to dry. Went around to the front of the house, opened the gate in the white picket fence and began walking down the tree-lined street. A few minutes later, June was knocking on...