My old man mind can't remember where I'd heard it before, oh not the phrase itself everyone's heard that! I'd heard that it was a kind of writer's joke. That phrase, 'it was a dark and stormy night'. It's a juvenile way newbie writers used thousands of times to try and build tension or suspense at the first part of a book or story. Much like the rusty hinges...
I have spent a lot of time with Sandy in my last year here at McGill. Sandy is a freshman, and I met her when I was speaking at her orientation. We hit it off, and I have helped her navigate the school, sometimes even helped her with her homework. Mostly though, we just hang out. Sandy is pretty in the way a fresh faced college blonde co-ed can be without ev...
++++++ Simon Says: So I finally was able to finish Chapter 3 of this. Sorry it took so long. Let's just say I really wrestled over this one. Forgive me. Some notes - - This chapter makes much more sense with the other two having been read first. - I switch perspectives once in the middle. It felt like the right thing to do. - I prefer the slow build and sed...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan March 2018 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. ***************...
Mistletoe Lane #5 Kerri When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who wo...
Lane sat at his desk at work on Thursday morning, finally just about back to normal. Or at least, his ass didn't hurt. The color from the bruising was yellowed and fading. He spent the entire day on Monday trying not to shift or seem uncomfortable. But his arse had still been so fucking sore from his weekend tryst that just sitting was turning him on. He spe...
This story continues based on the premise that Stephanie is for real, and does want to play the exhibitionist, and wants to play with me. I know, you need to really suspend disbelief on this one, but hey, it's my fantasy. You should read chapter one to understand how we got here. +++++++++++++++++++++++ I left my office around 11:30. It was about a 20 min...
After Angie and I had our quickie before the workout session, we quickly cleaned up. I shaved my face and touched up a few places of stubble in case Joey did an inspection this morning. I gave Angie a new toothbrush that I keep for guests. I was hoping she would be a repeat customer. It was fun watching her brush and spit while wagging her ass at me as I sto...
The bell rang overhead and Karl sighed in relief. He despised teaching the sixth year students, as none of them paid attention especially as they were moody eighteen year olds too focused on their phones. In all honesty, he was tempted to request the headmaster remove them from his schedule. As he checked his paperwork while the students filed out, he notice...
CHAPTER ONE: TUDLEY HOUSE Edward did not like the looks of the old country manor, no matter which angle he saw it. It was dark and dreary, and it had been years—decades!—since anyone had maintained the place. A Tudor style, two-story affair, the decrepit pile of bricks was covered in vines and dirt. The lawn had not been tended, the windows were caked wit...