Copyright Oggbashan December 2009/January 2010 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. * Last night my wife Jane had tied me up before r...
Per my previous letter, I described how my daughter-in-law Christine seduced me and then offered me to her husband to be used as their sex toy. I also noted how she said that she would tell my husband of my indiscretions if I did not obey her every order henceforth. Well as I anticipated she called me the other day and ordered me to show up at her house for...
Max opened his eyes and blinked as the glass atrium ceiling came back into focus. He couldn't tell how long he'd been lost in the guided meditation Mikela led the group through, but he was now aware of the gentle grip of Grace's hand on his right hand. The quick earlier encounter with Carla upstairs felt like a lifetime ago. This session was fully clothed an...
This is a direct continuation of a previous writing. For background read, "Where Lust Leads." This is the second of a few connected stories. They aren't stories so much as true life experiences I'm just trying to get out on paper... err computer screen. I figured I may as well share my thoughts with some random strangers while I'm at it. Who knows, maybe I'...
Marlowe hummed quietly as he walked, feet springing against the damp earth. His dark hair hung in thick curls against his forehead and the air was heavy in his lungs, still ripe with the smell of the afternoon rain and the fresh spice of the birch trees that lined the road. He was glad that he had waited in the tavern for the rain to pass. It had turned out...
Edited by luvtaread For the most part the rest of the honeymoon went well. After the initial long love session when they arrived, the newlyweds stepped their activity back quite a lot. They chose to instead enjoy the island and used it as a much needed vacation that both, after a rather hectic year, were quite overdue for. Still they snuck in a little lovi...
"You've been with her again, damn you!" Susan Walters all but screamed at her husband. "For the one-hundredth time, I have NO fuc... no clue what or whom you are talking about." Dennis Walters shot back. He made an effort to control himself. "And for God's sake, keep your voice down. If you want to wake up the neighborhood, again, that's up to you. But the...
I have not abandoned Coppernicous. I plan to finish Part 5 in the near future, whenever I can find time away from work. While listening to the radio one day, the idea for this short tale came to me; I had to get it down right away before I lost the idea. I hope you enjoy. As always, comments and emails are most welcomed. I reply to all emails that have a r...
THE PHOTOGRAPH "Oh, my Gawd, no!" "Josiah, I'd prefer it if you didn't use such language." "But Maw, I don't like havin' my photograph took." "How do you know? You've never had it done before," Miriam Davis said, with as much patience as she could muster. "Why do we have to have our picture took?" Willie asked, in the slightly sulky tone his mother hate...
At age eighteen I was really pissed off at the world. I was pissed at my Mom because I caught her screwing Uncle Ralph; her brother. I was pissed at my boyfriend because he wanted to screw my mother. So I ran off to live with my Grandma Dollar. Oh, sure I know it was only six blocks away and I went to the same school but I did not have to stay under the same...