Elizabeth was the 3rd of 5 children born into a strict Methodist family. Her father was a drinker and her mother was the one who kept things together in the family. As Liz grew up in the 50's she learned all the skills young girls of the day were expected to learn. Cooking, cleaning, and general homemaking was the way of the world in the 50s. Liz grew into...
"I Lyeo, Lion of the Bettus, Hispa Vuk, Wolf Gatherer of the children of men, stand before you naked in the light of purity and admit cruelty beyond the measure of the Gods. Fear Me for I bring only bitter tears and terror and in My passing consume the bounty of harvest and womb alike. Your children are My coin, your lands are My larder and all who dare to f...
Chapter 3: More Reflections But you certainly aren't the only one as you enjoy the feeling of my erection nudging up against your still-quivering belly as if it were asking for permission to enter. I know that you like to hold my cock, so I leave it in your very lovely and capable hands. Moving one of them up slightly, you gently cup each one of my balls an...
"The problem with infinity my dear companions is that it's just so fucking big!" Hatter had been trolling through the space and time charts for best part of three days and still had absolutely no clue where His quest went next. "All very well the likes of Aristotle and Emile Borel making clever quips around the capacity of monkeys to do clever things with...
"Which brings us back to your first point..." Jeremy began, taking the bread away from her and putting it to the side. Her eyes dilating, Stacy cut him off, "Imagine you're watching while I'm fucking Kevin here; how would that make you feel?" Whoa, that was defensive-offensive. The image of Stacy, naked and aroused, slowly sinking down onto his lap...His e...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005. 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. * * * * * Caroline is an artist. She uses an unusual...
Two weeks and not a word, Laura had been certain he would have text-ed at least and she was beginning to feel quite foolish. Yes he had said he was going away for a few days but why no contact? She felt like a slut, used and discarded like a piece of trash. Not helping was her partner's constant annoying ways. Not just using her as a servant but then expecti...
See the beginnings of previous stories that more completely describe Gloria's series of genetic transformations into a terrifically voluptuous, totally uninhibited, and breathtakingly gorgeous blonde, who develops a hypersexuality condition encompassing a hyper sex drive and many perverse and extremely powerful sexual impulses, including size and black men f...
It was late. The house quiet and dark as everyone was supposed to be asleep. Larry was having a fitful rest after his long trip, even with a long hot shower, the soft mattress dressed with crisp fresh smelling sheets did not help him find sleep as the time approached three in the morning. Then he heard a slight creek, then another, someone was up. His ears...
BIRDS CHIRPED AND sang their pretty songs outside the mudbrick cottage's window. Morning dew sparkled in a rainbow of colors on the leaves of herbs and plants arranged in neat rows. The beds of the small garden, enclosed by low waddle fencing, were lovingly tended. Bushes heavy with berries flanked the gate, the home's doorway and windows. There was a beehiv...