************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan May 2003/October 2013 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. ***...
{Introduction} This Journal Belongs To: Laurel Lillian St. Bradford It was there in the shadowy corners of my mind that I first saw him. At first I merely thought him a fragment of my imagination, but over time, he became more. He now prowls arrogantly through my dreams...dreams of desires I had no idea I had ever wanted or even dared to try. Things that...
Author's Note: All graphically described sexual acts within this story involve characters that are at least 18 years old. This story is entirely fictional. It takes place in a completely fictional fantasy world loosely inspired by the 17th, and 18th, centuries, with hints of other time periods. There will be some drug usage, mild bondage, voyeurism, and bise...
You wouldn’t know it to look at me now, but I was a fiftyish, chubby, archeologist who spent most of his life digging in the southwestern desert for government wages as a civil servant. My name was Eric Stahl. My stamina was not what it was before, and when I got to cum, there wasn’t much but a dribble - not that I got a lot of opportunities out in the boond...
Now that my head was clearer, I checked out my face in the mirror. A hot babe I barely recognized as myself looked back at me. Like, I knew it was me, but it looked like someone had put a Snapchat hot babe filter over my real face. Then I jumped as Cinnamon's face appeared over my shoulder, and she whispered in my ear, "What the hell just happened?" The fac...
Sand blew in molten abrasive waves, scouring over the figure of the man as he tried to stay on his feet in the endless dunes around him. It bristled on his skin, irritated him as it got into every crack and crevice in his body. It stung at his lips and burned in his eyes. With a raspy growl, he tried to brush some of it away, but it settled back in, thicker...
If you were offered one wish,… What would it be? A million dollars? A promising career? To travel the world? Power? Influence? I was offered one wish, and I was promised that it would come true. But like all good things, this wish had a price, a price that I was willing to pay. What was that price?…My soul. What, you may ask is worth one's very life? What...
The world before me was strange. There was nothing, pitch black darkness. Yet I felt like I wasn't alone. I walked for what seemed like days, and when I saw something in the distance I continued toward it. When I finally approached, I saw a sight I never before ever imagined... Her crimson eyes gazed down at me. She hovered above me, a good ten feet maybe. H...
Mr. Conway was a hard working man who knew what he wanted in life and where he wanted his business to go. He also didn’t mind doing some so called menial work to help things run smoothly at his studio. He also had a tendency to work late, but he aslo managed to get a nap in before locking everything up for the night. All in all, he was a joy to work with and...
PART ONE: The Wish It was one of those cold, windy days where the sky was threatening rain, there was nothing good on TV, and you just weren't in the mood for going anywhere or doing anything. So I decided to clean the house – as you do. And I decided to blackmail my housemates into helping me – as you do. Lenny and Belinda were a little reluctant, but my t...