Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 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. +++ I am a student at a London university in the mid 1960s but...
Gretchen woke before her alarm went off as the sun streamed in her windows. It took her a few moments to remember that in her desperation she had opened her bedroom blinds. Part of her found the whole thing embarrassing, but part of her smiled at the memories of how she had felt. Lazily she returned her hand to her sex, and stroked herself gently as she thou...
Chapter 10: "Cins" Sue watched the annex floor from within the confines of the sex maiden. She strained her eyes and ears for any sign of a potential rescuer. The ticking of the clockwork might not be very noticeable from across the room, but would still be noticeable should anyone come near. Sometimes the chains would even rattle. Surely they would wonder...
Blake Lively had finished the final shoot of Gossip Girl in NYC today, and was checking in at her hotel for the night. It looked quite luxurious, so she looked forward to spending the early evening on her room. Tonight was also a cast party. This was, after all, the last Gossip Girl shoot ever - a good cause for celebration. For the last scene they shot, Bla...
It was a typical Friday night for me; I was dressed to kill at a club trying to pick up guys. I was warning a cute pink sundress, without a bra, the smallest black thong I could find and a pair of super cute black and pink six-inch heels. I turned heads, I knew it, and that was my plan. My attire was working; I had guys buying me drinks and trying for flir...
David Zhang was a well-built man of Chinese ancestry, with emphasis on the 'built'. Just shy of 5'7", he was short by Western standards but his muscles made him anything but small. Life on Christmas Island had been good to him, and daily routines of jogging, weight lifting, and physical labor had transformed the once-average man into an impressive chiseled p...
I went down into the basement and collapsed on my bed, my head spinning with the events that had transpired. A dragon. A real dragon. And he didn't eat me! Well, not literally anyways. I prodded at a root as I thought about Duke. Now that he was gone it was hard to believe that it ever happened. I would have continued to think about him had I not remembered...
I arrive at the café late, but this is planned. Ten minutes, almost exactly – I've been waiting, browsing in a bookshop down the road, calculating how long it would take to get you anxious, tense, in suspense. Yes, ten minutes ought to do nicely. It's a gorgeous bright, hot sunny day, the heat beating down onto the pavement from the clear blue sky. I'm wear...
This story follows the short descriptive tales of the Blob, a fictional alien character, based in a post-wartime, nineteen-sixties' themed civilisation. Miranda, an American-irish red-head of tall physique and busty, bulging form, is best friends with Jane, a small, firm-formed dark haired woman of natural beauty. The two are nurses in an expansive medical f...
You slip into an open space amongst the millions (and millions…) of the other mall patrons' vehicles. Oak Land is a pretty typical mall. Two floors, thousands of stores, millions of people and the god-like food court. The ad didn't say where in the mall they would be, just that they were there. You pushed your way through the masses, heading for the escalato...