The Olympus day was dawning, soon it would warm up. I went over to Ben's diner to get something to eat. I had just finished my meal when Talla turned up with a folder in her hand. She sat down, ordered a beer and handed me the papers. "We are agreed," she said, "the ship is suitable for what we need. Pedro is unhappy with the communications equipment. He ha...
Chapter 01: Growing Copyright Oggbashan November 2004 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. This story was inspired by Piers Anthony's...
My culture is conservative, but that doesn't mean I have to be. Religion and culture are important, of course, but so is the individual. The name is Warsama "Sam" Osman, and I'm a tall, skinny and perpetually bald-headed young Black man of Somali descent living in metropolitan Calgary, province of Alberta. Why am I perpetually bald? It's a rare condition I'v...
Lucy gasped as her body shuddered with orgasm. She was reclined on a half broken sofa, her immaculate body splayed out for the enjoyment of her partners. Though each had already drained her tits twice over, the orbs remained full and pert, oozing milk out as Lucy traced her fingers around her engorged nipples. Between her cleavage, she had a nice view of her...
Born in the City of Baltimore, Maryland, to a Haitian immigrant father, Leonel Jacques, and a White American mother, Muriel Hawthorne, Helena Jacques was born at a rather turbulent time in the United States of America's history. She learned early in life that being different could indeed make one's life more complicated than it had to be. There was definitel...
* * * * * * * * * * Author's note: I wrote this story as a birthday present for cuddlydbear. Happy (early) Birthday, Dee. * * * * * * * * * * Thrusting Butte, rising rampant over the surrounding flat plain, was black against the twilight sky. The seven young men had finished setting up their camp and stood at the mountain's base, contemplating the precar...
To be honest with you, I was in a bit of a daze as Sandra helped me pack my gear. You know, I hadn't the foggiest idea of where I was going even. But I did think to mention my editor to her; Sandra assured me that he'd be taken care of. Not the best form of words she could have chosen, under the circumstances. After scrutinising the road in both directions,...
"In nearly a hundred years of adventuring, I've never run into more shit than I get into with thee," Steve whispers to Lisa. It is hard for her to hear his complaints over the sound of twenty foot tall giants fucking on the immense oak bed they are hiding under. She just shrugs and tries to keep from grinning too much. The situation is very fun to her. Bub...
Train 5, Car 0535, Bedroom E [I had never experienced such an emotional involvement with my research before. Therefore, parts of this are written in the first person. - Richard ___________, PhD formerly with the University of _______________.] On the evening that Karen had left Galesburg, she sat in her sleeping car compartment for awhile with the lights o...
I. IN LOCO PARENTIS (AND OTHER LATIN PHRASES) You can call me Carl, although I'm Mr. Gillett to my students at the suburban high school where I'm Head of Social Studies. I made the mistake of marrying a beautiful woman, physically beautiful, that is—the “prom queen” type. She was a willowy blond with tits like apples. For the purpose of this survey, I'll...