Note to reader: This is a story for women. I get all this hate mail saying I hate men and try to put them down in my stories. That is not true. Men come in all sizes just like brasseries. You're not stuck with what you draw out of the pile. You throw some back and try again looking for a keeper. This is a story about a keeper. * The music was soft and slo...
Poor Jimmie developed a darned cyst, right on his left buttock. Talk about a pain in the ass, man did that term fit. He did try to squeeze the thing, he could barely reach it. Of course all that accomplished was to make it worse, bigger and more sore, now he had to sit sideways on the john. Embarrassed about it since Jimmie was only barely 21 and a little...
Swollen nipples gliding gently against the mink coat. That was Cullen's main memory of Lisa Foxworth. She had opened her full-length mink coat that evening, as they stood near Rockefeller Center in the snow, and revealed that she was wearing only a black thong, a black garterbelt, and black stockings underneath her mink coat. It was not the first time Cullen...
My fiancé and I write each other stories back and forth to try to close the distance the Navy has created for us. My stories usually were factual with a bit of both of our fantasies. The last one I wrote him as of us in the shower... which inspired him to write me a story about us going to the gym to work out together, except that I went with the intention t...
I stared at the clock on my computer screen as it ticked away each laborious minute of the year-long day I was having. With the interview I had just completed still fresh in my head, I was desperately seeking the inspiration to put the information on paper, though failing miserably. "Finally!" I sighed as the clock marked noon. I suppose I could have left...
Running Eagle, naked except for a leather breechcloth, a red headband and moccasins, heard the melodious humming coming from the camp before he could see the owner of the voice. The naked figure of his female patient, extending her arms above her head greeted him. She looked like a mountain lion stretching her limbs after a rest in the shade. Despite the app...
I've been a gynecologist for several years now. I love the female body, and all it's splendor. The curve of flesh riding over muscle, and the sweet aroma that a woman gives off when she is at her sexual peak. I love the sensual and sexual arousal that women give me, and most times, it's not so hard doing my job, but other times, it's down right cruel, unjust...
************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 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. *************************...
Ellen luxuriated in the touch and smell of the freshly laundered sheets enveloping her body. She was warm and happy. She loved her alone mornings. After her jobs were done. After she had e-mailed her kids at school. And, after George, her husband of 20 years, had left to follow another job lead that, like the others, would undoubtedly only lead back home. As...
I'm dying; there's no point in dancing around the subject. I had my second breast removed last year, although not in time, as it turned out, to prevent the cancer from spreading to my bones. We've been married for 22 years, have raised our child and survived parenting issues, financial difficulties and the miseries of winter colds as a team, but we aren't go...