23. The Getting Of Wisdom Since I became sexually active, I have never, ever, declined sex. For the first two years, I didn't know it was possible. And since then, I've never wanted to. I know, me and every other guy on the planet, you'd think. But lacking that will is a lonely thing too. I'd isolated myself, avoided social engagements. Drunk in a bar is an...
As we continued our tour of the Castle, Kurt led me down a long spiral staircase deep under the main building. At the bottom of the stairs there was a dimly lit hallway with rooms on either side. Each of the roughly hewn doors had bars in small window openings. It was obvious these rooms were jail cells. Our footsteps echoed on the slate stone floor as we wa...
Beginning Penance and Punishment Saturday Some construction crews get the weekend off. My boss employed a lot of workers who barely spoke any English. The less English they spoke the more likely we would work every Saturday. I hit the jobsites early but, thankfully, we got finished for the day at a reasonable hour, about six p.m. I had no reason to not go...
Chapter one -- Ben Ben always considered himself to be the normal guy, at twenty-seven he had completed college, been married for five years to the love of his life Marilyn and had worked his way up to a middle management position leading an IT group at the software company he worked. From the outside Ben's life was fantastic, he and his wife both had good...
As Mrs. Taylor was approaching the town she started to look around for a suitable location to seduce Greg. The B+B just wouldn't do. 'Too much noise and the old lady would probably call the cops,' she thought. She drove around the lake until she spotted an upscale resort. There was a main building and a series of separate beach front bungalows. 'Looks good...
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. ***********...
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...
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...
[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...
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...