Picture, the room of a just barely 20 year old, colorful and dark. Clothing strewn, books piled, a coating of dust on the dresser and the girl sitting quietly on a twin size bed. Stress falling on her red head, louse pajamas wrap her form, and a small lap top computer hums' warmly on her thighs. Not alone in the apartment but alone in her bed. Tired of sur...
I recently wrote a story called "How to Eat Pussy Like a Champ." It was a labor of love. I was thrilled with the feedback I received. I got cheers from men. I got compliments and thanks from women. I also got several dinner invitations. For the record, I do like steak, but make me a well-prepared Italian dish and I'm putty in your hands. What surprised me m...
Based on his play "Good Cop, Bad Cop" For the series of stories created by Patricia51 and Linda_s A detective investigates the murder of a gay man, which may be tied to a TV show where he "outed" another man. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote the play more than two years ago, and I still haven't turned it into a story -- this bit is the prequel, entirely separate. At...
A couple of months ago I was in the presence of two men: one of whom with which I had had delightful - IMO - squirt-worthy sex with several times, and the other 1/2 of a m/f married couple who had approached me with the idea of being a third in a threesome. I may be unusual in this, but when I think of MMF, I am turned on by the idea of the men focusing on e...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2008 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. * Flash fiction and particularly the variant 50-word fiction that I...
I didn't want to fuck. I needed some female attention but intercourse seemed a step too far. I searched for massage parlours on the internet and discovered there was one only two hundred metres from my flat. From their website is was clear that they provided happy endings. There were also photographs of the women who worked there. They all looked glamourous...
Tom still hears her, even after the disconnection of the line. Her breathing had been his while it played along his nerve endings to her soft sighs and moans. He wished he had been a fly on her wall, watching the beautiful, erotic picture she made as her body reacted wildly to his voice. Ashley had answered the phone breathlessly, telling him how much she h...
For all that I'm an independent young woman, secure in herself and her power and would never consider myself as less, in the back of my mind I know I would give you anything. My body is yours. You walk topless into the living room, fresh from the shower, holding a t-shirt you have yet to put on and my desire over your body came without warning. I stand up...
Playtime with Tammy isn't confined to when we're together in my apartment. I had little experience with text-messaging before I knew her, but now I smile with anticipation when I see the little envelope icon appear on my cell phone. I hit the button and a message from Tammy pops up: "I lyk U lic me." It's enough to trigger the memory of her scent and make m...
My Dearest Marita: I hope you don't think it obsessive that I write these chronologies of the budding of our relationship. The human memory will dull over time and I want to recreate as accurately as possible the memories that I have always regarded as some of the most special and tender moments of my life. Please read the following and see if it comports...