Sorry I have not written so long. Every time I sit down to write about an adventure, something comes up, and I get distracted. But I want to sincerely thank all the people—men and women—who have written me, sharing their wonderful own and very secret adventures. You have shared with me a bit of yourselves, and I genuinely appreciate that. These events, by t...
(Hello all. And a big apology to all for getting this out so late. All parts of this story were written together, but I managed to find the time to flesh this part out only recently. Too busy with my real life, actually. I appreciate that many have told me they would like to see this story concluded. And as many have rightly pointed out, its not fair to star...
The 6'7" tall pale and wimpish 49-year-old Myron continued kneeling in the sand as he watched his 27-year-old black boss walking away with his beautiful, blonde wife. He was still clutching Mona's smallish designer purse and wondering how she could have left it behind. "Mona never forgets her purses." He reasoned. "Why now?" He asked himself. The young, 5...
May 7, 2001 Steven Pressman was reading the "Personals" in the Little Timber Times. Yes, his wife was off playing bridge, as usual, on a Friday night. He did have this week's vast collection of Chemistry tests finally corrected. Of course, there was nothing worth watching on TV. Damn this was pathetic, he thought, still.... There was a thank-you for all...
Behind her cat's eyes glasses her green eyes were blazing. A note of half suppressed hysteria flavoured her voice as she issued orders. She sounded ardent, metallic, possessed. She was in fact a mad genius, driven by her own quasi-religious vision. Miss Cuff was in charge- very, very much in charge- and her project, this school production in which boys wore...
As I walked down Evans street in my new revealing and demoralizing new outfit, I became increasingly aware of the stares I was getting from others passing by. I was there simply fetching lunch for the young black woman and I kept my face hidden as much I could. I didn't want anyone from the area of my business to notice me. My nervousness increased with ev...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan November 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. * * * * * The following are 15 fifty-word stories w...
This story, as the name suggests, is about codes and variations of codes. It has nothing to do with Elgar and his music. I thought of including the translations of the coded messages within the body of the story, but decided that this would take away the fun of solving them, so for those code breakers among you, enjoy. * It had been a rough trip, the guy...
Author's Note: This is my first story, please be gentle. Feedback welcome! Thank you for reading. --- At first I didn't detect the energy - the desire building during the time we were both sitting on that couch on the same side of the table. For the first drink I kept asking myself what the hell I was doing there as she asked me about my life and the ev...
I am Serena, a happily married woman. I must have been in my late 30s when I got a job in the office of a local printers. In the office was the wife of the owner and their 18 year old son Marc who was waiting to go to university. In the factory there were about 15 men. I had been married to Mark for about 15 years and always been faithful to him. In those da...