"Be a good girl and stay here," said Daddy. "I really need a presence here, just a security factor, you know darling." "But Daddy, there's nothing to do and how long are you going to be?" I whined petulantly, smoothing my brown curly locks and admiring my superbly manicured nails. He fiddled with his briefcase and shaking his head turned to a filing cabine...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2005 revised July 2014 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 pe...
Ok, this is my revised story, hopefully all the horrible grammar errors are gone as well as a few new things added. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. * The air was crisp as I walked down 7th avenue. The air was always crisp this time of year. It was especially cool this morning. I used to love walking in the mornings, it always made me feel heal...
Thank you to Techsan for editing my story and making it a much better read. Not a lot of sex in this story. Note from Jake Rivers: DG Hear and I worked together doing the "Back Up Buddy" and "Hey, Joe!" stories and then collaborating on "Wish Me Luck, The Sequel." This was in addition, of course, to our stories in the two writing invitational's I put toget...
An old man remembers. This is a true story, based on my life. I was 17 and bored. I worked in a Perfume factory as a line porter. I filled the machines with various creams, nail polish and big slabs of lipstick. There were 100 women and 5 men on the shop floor. Most of the women delighted in embarrassing and teasing me as I was by far the youngest. The e...
+++ Copyright April 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 characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific living persons. +++ This story is parallel to 'Vera's Wartime Valentine' and 'Ken's Wartime Valentine'. It i...
My womb was crying out for another baby long before I recovered from giving birth for the first time, and I couldn't wait to experience all the wonderful sensations of pregnancy once again. I had popped out my darling boys a few short months before my 19th birthday, and my fascination with being pregnant had not let up for a heartbeat. My sex drive had not...
Editor's note: The names have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty alike. "Steve's" grammar is atrocious. I've done my best to clean it up, but only as far as he let me because he said I was, "fucking up his story." Whatever...a job is a job. ***** Hey bro. I'm assuming a bro's reading this. If not, hey babe. How YOU doin'? Name's Steve. I live...
Rico had been out of the joint for three months before he found work. His uncle Frank introduced him to a friend who needed someone to do a little truck driving work. The pay sucked, but it was cash in hand and no one else was in a rush to hire a hulking ex-con who had just done eight years in the clink for knocking over a convenience store. So Rico found hi...
Urban Oddballs: Arthur Vicious Edited by Thegreat_pretender "Wow, they're so big I can lay on them!" Exclaimed Sarah as her tiny white body lay upon the mass of alabaster flesh that was Oeno's left breast. "Yeah, and here I thought I was big...your nipples are huge, way bigger than the other day!" Poppy said, grasping Oeno's fat, pink nipple. "Yeah, I g...