My wife Faith is a teacher at evening class, with an all-male class, and tonight was the last night of the year. Traditionally the last night was party night, and tonight was to be no exception. She had kept me intrigued in the past telling me stories about the men in the class, with one man in particular, who not only kept inviting her out for a drink (an...
The restaurant had emptied. The party of eight had concluded their meal and were waiting for the bill to arrive. Amy studied her husband Jack. Despite her repeated threats and warnings he had done it again. She knew it was not intentional. She knew he would be mortified if she accused him of not loving her. It was not the case. They loved each other very muc...
Belinda was feeling concerned. Her close friend, Jean, had told her over a drink in the bar following their committee meeting that evening - in confidence of course - that their popular director, Johnnie claimed to have made love to all the ladies in the society who were worth having. This puzzled her. He hadn't had her, for one. Nor had he had her other cl...
"To me it's not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That's more like lemonade color." Erica's nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Abs...
It had only been two days since I had gone with Don to the party on Thursday night. That next morning I had awoken with some guilt and feeling down about having gotten involved in the party. But it only took about five minutes of nagging to remind me why it was so easy for me to stray. I always try to maintain a positive outlook but after so many years of ne...
Mmm. Warm apple pie. Warm apple pie with just a hint of vanilla, sort of like pie a la mode. At perhaps the most magical moment of my life, that amazing smell was giving my senses —primarily my sense of touch — a good run for its money. I was balls deep in Angela Talarico — the first time for both us — and while it wasn't the smoothest or the best either o...
The next morning was a Sunday and Angie went to the service along with her parents, each of them remembering their two family threesomes of the day before, while Angie recalled her own little orgy with Ray Lassiter and the Dumonts. She was wet during Reverend Mitchell's sermon on "unconditional love and other forms of love," which somehow seemed fitting. Ang...
Once, long ago, I got fed up with the way femdom, forced transgender, and loving wife stories with BDSM basis ended; they had grown very predictable. In fact, a few authors had posted short lists of vignettes which, unintentionally, encompassed all of the common endings which I had grown to abhor. My own list, a response to the predictability of those storie...
This story is a follow-up to She Shoots, He Scores, which was actually a fantasy requested by the real life Molly, imagining her being the one to whom I lost my virginity. In order to comply with regulations, I had to change some of the ages of the participants in that story, which has received much better reviews that I thought it would. In actuality, I was...
Copyright Oggbashan September 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. This is a Halloween fantasy with femdom. Ruritania is the fict...