Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose -- or as we say in English, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I would have thought that after a year and a half, Steve would have tired of Mary Ann but no such luck. If anything, the pace and depth of their relationship has deepened over time. It certainly has for Mary Ann and to an extent for Steve...
I awoke the next morning feeling well satisfied after the best night's sex I had ever had. Jackie was more turned on and adventurous than I could ever remember. We tried things that I had only fantasised of before. The only thing she wouldn't allow me to do was take her anal virginity, but who's complaining we had sex for the first time for months and it was...
As I sat in the corner of the dark bar, I looked over the rim of my half empty beer glass at my colleague and best friend, Jack Richards. My eyes fixed him with a steely gaze while my brain assimilated the information that he had just imparted. It was more of a confession really – the sort that only two good friends can share and then only after several glas...
The sun was beginning to fry the back of his balding head, and sweat shimmered lightly against his neck and skin as he mowed the lawns of the church yard. He wiped his brow, taking pleasure in the heat from the long-coming Summer. He took pleasure from the idea that the natural warmth of the sun came from God. The heat, though too often an abomination, remin...
Copyright Oggbashan April 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. ***** I lay back on the bed beside Lucina. I was satiated with a...
It is a Friday evening and you are out of town on business. You are down in the hotel bar having a nightcap, listening to some wonderful music, trying to relax after a terrible meeting. As you sip your vodka and watch the people in the bar you see this tall, brunette enter the bar, alone. She is 5'6", you think, she is wearing three inch red stilettos, and h...
I'm a doctor with an exclusive private practice in central London and it's the end of the working day. My receptionist has gone. Unexpectedly, the front door buzzer sounds. I answer. It's a woman, a patient I've seen once or twice before, Mrs. Fiona Collingwood. Mrs. Collingwood is 29, beautiful and very wealthy. She has raven-black hair and penetrating bl...
It was a beautiful sunny October afternoon on the campus of the Pensacola University in Florida. Eduardo was a young man half Portuguese and half Polish. He was shorter than average with the shoulders of a swimmer. His auburn hair was longish and he had a stud in his nose and a ring in his lip. He was a pre-med student, and he was in class studying anatomy a...
Leonardo Lain's airship nudged at the tip of the city's tallest tower. He stroked his assistant's bare breast beneath her silk dress as idly and warmly as a kitten, enjoying the stiffening of her nipple like a tactile-purr against his palm. "None of that tonight, please Mr Lain," Polly said. "My lover will not approve." "Don't worry, Pretty Polly, she will...
Call me Sam, if you please. It's a lot easier to pronounce than Samiyah, I've learned painfully over the years. In my experience, westerners like to shorten and westernize Arabic names every chance they get. Most people can't even pronounce my last name, Nasir-Al-Din, so I don't even bother telling it to them. I was born in the City of Najran, southwestern S...