Copyright Oggbashan October 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. This is a long fantasy with mild female domination. ***********...
Bill got out of the shower and dried himself off. He looked into the mirror at his fit trim body before walking into the next room. There sat his stunning wife Lexi in front of her make-up mirror. She brushing her luxurious blond tresses. She wore her usual terrycloth robe loosely tied and open enough to show off her magnificent cleavage. They both looked...
"We are still together" For years after their collaring ceremony, Richard and Isadora enjoyed an idyllic relationship. His homebuilding business continued to thrive and to provide a comfortable style of living for them both. He'd always believed in the benefit of hiring promising employees and nurturing them to their full potential. As such, less and less o...
In the game of life, we are all just pips on the dice. Destined to find ourselves either face up and valued or face down and ignored. It's a craps shoot, life. The question, though--one asked since the dawn of man--is just what hand is throwing those dice. Ours or God's? Well, in either case, the hands tossing them are not clean. You could even say they ar...
Castle Argyle, Eastern Aglaia Rafe Sinclair, the eighth Duke of Argyle, and known to all as the Wolf of the East, sat watching the festivities in his castle with a brooding frown. He had many causes to celebrate. His lands were prosperous and well defended. He was wealthy beyond imagining. He was devilishly handsome. It was time for the annual boar hunt, wh...
A follow-up to - "My Wife is a Good Neighbour." I chapped John's door and let myself in as I usually did, calling out my arrival. There was no answer, which was strange. My wife and he were always in the lounge, Karen, heart-stoppingly erotic, naked in the arms of our elderly neighbour, being caressed and fondled. It was always a stab in the heart to find h...
This is a two part story. Part I is reality and true while part II is my Dom's dream. PART I - The truth I'm an American abroad, been in Europe most of my life, now 58 years old and have been married twice with little success. I decided to change what I'm looking for, after having reflected on my previous relationships, where I had also two TG/TS relatio...
Screaming. His wife screaming, doubled over the kitchen table, her pants pushed down, with the giant looming behind her. The slapping sounds, the slurps coming from her body's lubrication as it took the rapist's cock deep into her vagina. And his own whimpering. The goddamn whimpering was what haunted him the most. Over and over again, little plaintive c...
When I was a young lad I had a friend called Rob; we were the same age within a couple of months and we attended the same college. Back in those days life was good and in the summer holidays we would hang out together; we played football a lot; we swam when it was warm enough and like many lads of our age we watched a lot of television. Back then reality te...
[This is a National Nude Day 2017 entry which was inspired by a post on a TruthOrDare site. A woman sent in a photo of her, naked in a Vegas window facing the town. That didn't do it. Her story of oral sex both ways on the hotel elevator fired up images and stories about exhibiting and sex.] * Mario and Maria invited perv . . . uhm, unsuspecting prospects...