If there is one part of Ottawa that I can't stand, it's the environs of Kanata. The most boring spot in all of provincial Ontario. Yet for some reason, the security company I work for keeps sending me there. I go where the money is, but I don't have to like it. The other day, I caught hell trying to make it there, man. I live in the east end of Ottawa, and h...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2012. 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. * "Bloody troubadour!" Leofric threw the scroll from the bed to th...
The porn channel plays on the flat screen TV in your hotel suite, as you prepare to relax after successfully signing your company's biggest ever sale contract. Your head is warm and muzzy from a combination of 20 hours' continuous negotiations, and the glass or two of Pol Roger Cuvée Sir Winston Churchill (1996, in fact) you and your colleagues downed to cel...
I'm sitting in the pub with a few of the girls from the evening class I go to. My husband Peter is there too; he's come to give me a lift home. The girls have never met him before. Then this other guy comes and sits next to me, starts chatting me up. He looks early 30s -- I'm 25 - and really fancies himself. Nice looking, and a good line in humorous banter;...
Standing in front of Laban Bogale's grave, I sighed deeply. Born in the City of Bahir Dar, on the northern region of Ethiopia on November 8, 1694 of the Christian calendar, he died on the shores of Lake Awasa, in the Great Rift Valley of Ethiopia, on February 5, 1721. Beloved son, and a wonderful human being, that's what his tombstone read. Twenty seven year...
"Ah, the glamorous life of an exile," Najma Al-Duwaish Obaid thought to herself as she surveyed her neighborhood. Located in the heart of Vanier, Ontario, the two-story red brick building overlooked the nearby park that occupied much of Donald Street and bordered McArthur Avenue as well. Although the place was alright, all things considered, it was a far cry...
(Welcome back to Bridget's world. For thos of you who are unfamiliar with her, Bridget is an Irish tavern girl who became a vampire in the mid 16th Century. Authors make changes to the basic vampire mythos as they like. My changes? The most important one, is that vampires continue to be the person they were in life; soul and all. Although they must drink bl...
The Pack: Finale We had talked, my husband and I, examined our lifestyle, laid bare our inner thoughts and told of our wants and desires. I pondered on how it had been possible for a group of rustic, rough, ill educated men to have the ability to change the course of our lives and to have drawn me in to a web of perverted and unbridled sex. The men I had be...
Chauncy rustled around in the kitchen, wiping glasses as his Master, the black, beautiful; Master Mapes took a buggy whip to the new recruit. Damn that kid! Right now, Chauncy could be licking the grime from Master's toes, or getting the buggy whip himself—Master had opened some serious capillaries the last time he'd given Chauncy a thrashing...but oh, how...
She was dressed in her typical, no panties, almost completely see through, skin tight, black dress that was barely long enough to cover her cunt, ass cheeks hanging out, fuck me heels, her looks made it apparent what she was out to do. We had a couple of drinks and some blow and we headed out to Ybor City. I took her to a place called Club Skye, a black nig...