O is for Orgy

It was nearing six o'clock. Jason glanced at his watch for the third time. "Honey? You about ready?" he named up to her from the stairs. He chuckled to himself. Denise had been primping herself for well over an hour. Not that that was a bad thing, she was just a little nervous. And it wasn't that she'd been worried about choosing the right outfit to wear for the evening, she wouldn't be wearing one. ...

O/D Productions Proudly Presents...

Dorothy was more than a little nervous as she climbed the gloomy stairway. She had a better than fair idea of what she might be getting into and it wouldn't... No, it couldn't be considered legitimate theater, anywhere... let alone back in Kansas. ...

O/D Productions Proudly Presents... Ch. 03

There was a chilly morning mist hugging the ground when Dorothy came outside. She did some loosening up exercises then jogged down to the big wrought iron gates. Guard inside the gatehouse, a stoic-faced black man, had the look of someone who would rather be anywhere else--like in a warm, cozy bed, spooned naked with someone equally cozy and warm, but he returned her wave with a good-natured smile. ...

O/one

She turns on the water in the bath...carefully checking more then once to be sure it's the right temperature. She lights all the candles that surround the tub... goes to the closet and gets a towel, places it within reach. ...

Oak Street Beginnings

At the corner of Oak and Maple Streets in the heart of America is a block of homes much like you might find anywhere else. Folks who live in these upper middle class homes are among the most respected in town. But, they have many secrets especially when it comes to their sex lives. ...

Oak Street Secrets

Oak Street was an all American street in the heart of the Midwest. Yards were perfectly manicured and nothing was ever out of place on this beautiful tree lined neighborhood road. It was the epitome of a conservative middle and upper middle class area. Kids were respectful of their parents and nearly everyone went to church, mosque, or synagogue. ...

Oak Street Sunrise

Note: This is part of a series of stories that take place on Oak Street. To enjoy this episode it may be helpful to read the first two installments "Oak Street Secrets" in the incest section and the second episode "Oak Street Summer" in the Exhibitionist/Voyeur section same well as the preview in "Oak Street Beginnings" in the Incest section as this story is based on happenings in those submissions. ...

Oak Street Vixens

This is the continuing saga of the families of Oak Street. To all outward appearances the families are typical conservative upper middle class households but what goes on behind closed doors would shock the rest of the neighborhood. ...

Oasis

As he entered the welcoming shade of the indoor garden, the mingled scents and colours of exotic flowers and fruit trees assailed his senses. Flowering Jasmine sweetened the air, scintillating his nostrils, enticing his brain with the heavy scent, mixing with the erotic sweetness of Ylang-Ylang blossoms and fragrant roses. He luxuriated in the scent, letting it fill him with its aphrodisiacal qualities. ...

Obediance

She was sitting on the floor next to him, legs tucked neatly under her, her head on his lap, where he occasionally brought a hand down to stroke or play with her silky hair. They had been idly chatting for a while, just enjoying each other's company. He leaned down and spoke to her softly
"Go into the other room and strip, I'll be there in a moment. ...

Obedience

Beth looked around the room anxiously. Everything seemed to be ready for Andrew's visit. Leather armchair was positioned, facing the mirror, the champagne was shilling in the ice bucket. All that was left now was for Beth to change out of her working clothes into something more appropriate for the evening. She walked down the passage to her bedroom and began to unbutton her blouse. ...

Obedience

Joanne came in from a long hard day at work. Checking the answering machine on the phone as she walked in the door, she noticed the light blinking and saw that there was one message. Kicking off her shoes, she pressed the play button.
Upon hearing the recorded voice, she stiffened. This wasn't what she expected to hear. Turning quickly, she rewound the message and listened again, carefully. ...

Obedience In All

He had no idea how long he had sat there holding her hand. Time was gone. She lay that still. She looked that tiny. How often had he admired her body before and never noticed how small she really was? He closed his eyes and remembered her bound and squirming with anticipation, the sheen of arousal on her skin, her heady scent. All that was now masked by the hospital smells, the bandages and the machines. ...

Object of Her Desire

When Jenni first saw it, she didn't know what to do with it.
She delicately unwrapped it from its package and set it on the table. It stood there, phallic-like and upright, on her short wooden coffee table. And she sat primly on the couch, watching it. It didn't do anything.
Jenni picked it up nonchalantly and pretended she felt comfortable holding it. ...

Oblivious

It took me a while but I finally figured out why on every other Wednesday my father didn't feel well and retired to his room early. It was a routine like clockwork. He would come home and after the meal spend about half an hour watching the news. Then he would tell my mother that he wasn't feeling well and go to his room. ...