Chapter 03 The gentlemen of New Orleans disport themselves at a pique-nique The August sun blazed down on the porch. I sat in the shade, surveying Parcbeau, the plantation of my ancestors and now my care. Last winter's ice, carefully hoarded in the icehouse, tinkled in my glass and brought some welcome relief to the heat. I mopped my brow with a silk handk...
[This is a chapter in a series; it will make more sense if you read the earlier chapters first, but you need not do that to enjoy it. This story does involve both bodily excretory functions and some significant disciplining, so if any of that bothers you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.] *** Miss Merrivale now warmed to the presence...
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No explicit sex here, just a little development of the storyline. 3 "Bloody Nora, if 'just being me' gets me fucked like that I must try it more often" Claudet says after an hour of some of the best sex since she had got together with Peter. "What brought that on?" "Oh, I was sitting in the garden thinking about you swimming and remembering some of the st...
Disclaimer: This story is every bit a fantasy. It is not meant to diminish the harsh reality of the cruel and unfair treatment that many endured during slavery- specifically in the southern United States. Some may find it offensive. This story is really about a relationship that would have been uncommon, but would not have been impossible. So I encourage rea...
After 30 years in the military I finally decided to retire. At 50 years of age I was still in superb physical condition and young at heart. I owned a home not too far from the military base I retired from. I had lived there for several years, and liked it, so just stuck around after retirement until I decided what I wanted to do next with my life. Perhaps o...
Sometimes things once perceived as a thing of beauty are allowed into our lives; sometimes, like Fallopia Japonica: 'Japanese Knotweed' they can quickly overrun a situation-and take control. He had managed to escape the humdrum, rat-race office life of Banking and Stocks; after 30 years in which the stress had nearly killed him, he had taken advantage of re...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 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. * * * * * It all happened because Janie was proud of my size. I'm...
Go ahead. What? Here. She hooks his fingers in the inner band of her underwear. Please. He feels as if the moment redeems all the days he was unwanted--by any woman, or any world for that matter, so he doesn't move the finger. Besides, the hand is paralyzed by a drugged surge of wine and joy and grief. Instead he caresses the full of her back, admiring i...
You feel the finger nails scrape down your back through the material of your blouse, slowly moving along the line of your spine and you wonder how you got here. You're lying face down on the edge of your bed, your feet on the floor, your arms outstretched, one towards the foot of the bed, the other towards the pillows. You remember the playful snog, the sil...