What a week it has been! I feel as if I have embarked on an amazing, sexually transforming journey. I find myself working for my husband as his personal assistant. The job title did not really do justice to the role I found myself in. I had gone to the job interview wearing the barest minimum that could be defined as work attire and it obviously influenced...
Reader's Note: Thanks for all of the feedback and comments! Please keep them coming! Leave your email in the feedback if you want me to respond. Please read the earlier chapters to catch up. I hope you guys enjoy! * Sleep didn't come easy after I was named the number one contender for The Little Terror's title. I spent a lot of the night trying to envisio...
The unmarked police SUV sat parked near the corner, across the street from a bar catering to college students from the local university. Inside the vehicle, two officers observed the comings and goings of patrons. In addition, their eyes scanned the area on either side of the front door. Over the last few weekends, there'd been several civilian complaints ab...
I woke up in a dank basement chained to a four poster bed. Standing next to me, head bowed, was a man I didn't recognize. Lithe, well muscled, fairly young, and attractive, with short brown hair and brown eyes, maybe 22 or 23 years old best I could tell. His erect cock was sticking upward, as a young man's will, apparently from some manipulation by our Mistr...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2016 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. ************************************************* "Rory? Can y...
Departing from my usual venue, I've decided to write a tale of infidelity, revenge and consequences in several parts. There is a "loving wife," Guinevere, and a betrayed husband, Arthur Pendragon. It's based on legends of King Arthur and on my own historical research. I hope it will appeal to a additional and all types of readers although I suppose my stalke...
However much I admired Crystal's song-writing skills when I was playing in her band, I didn't really dwell much on the meaning of her lyrics. Certainly not with the intense attention to detail as Polly Tarantella. She quotes from Crystal Passion's lyrics as if it was poetry and uncovered depths of meaning in them that had never occurred to me. I suppose i...
It was a dismal April day and word was spreading through the camp that Bob Lee was going to throw in the towel. I don't know how the other boys felt about it, but I hadn't been fighting those damned Federals for four years just to walk in front of them and lay my Enfield down. Bob Lee could give it up at Appomattox, but I wasn't by God going to do it. They c...
Michelle was still on a natural high after her anniversary weekend. It had been a few months since her and her Master, Dan, went away for the weekend. She loved every minute of the weekend. She wanted to surprise her Master again maybe in 6 months. She researched online more bed & breakfast inns that cater to the alternative lifestyle. She loved the one they...