I know I said the last chapter would be the last, but I realize that I ended it pretty abruptly, and several people wrote to ask me if there was more. To be honest, I had gotten kind of tired of it. But that's no excuse for not closing properly, so, if you wanted one, here it is. As always, thanks for reading. ***** As separations go, ours was surprisingly...
Chapter 2-Reconciliation It had been a couple of weeks since that day, with almost no communication from Veronica. I spent most of my free time trying to distract myself with working out and surfing, but that day kept replaying in my mind, haunting me in my dreams, and when I was awake. No matter what I was doing, talking to clients, watching tv, or taking...
[Judy is the same girl described in the story A College Tryst; Michelle is the one in the Role Playing with Michelle series. The Monkey's Paw café was a real place that existed in the now-demolished Finley Hall.] Prologue During the 1974-75 academic year there was another sophomore at the City College of New York named Judith, or simply Judy. She was a mo...
Aaron placed his foot carefully upon the next step in the narrow trail up the side of the mesa. It was night, a time that most in their right mind don’t go hiking up the side of a butte. But the spring stars shown down brightly in the night sky and allowing Aaron to see his way up the trail. Aaron was a new archeologist, just graduated from the University of...
Billy Argus decided to get off the Interstate and take State Highway 6 home. This route cut through the mountains to the coast via a long and narrow agricultural valley. It was a two lane rural highway and was very dark and dangerous at night. Locals nicknamed this stretch of road Route 666 because of all the traffic fatalities that occurred along its deadly...
The Summer after I finished my A levels I was invited to spend a week with my aunt, uncle and cousin at their home in the Compton Valley as a way of putting all the exam stress behind me. On my first evening with them they took me for a meal in the old pub in the village. It was a real old English pub, thatched and half timbered with black oak beams, a low c...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2016. 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. This story was inspired by the 1930s song "Is 'E an Aussie, Is 'E...
I've had several folks ask if my "Massage Mat" story was based on real-life experiences. I take those questions as compliments, but fortunately I have experienced no real-life incest; the work is a complete fantasy. The questions did get me thinking, though, whether I could write a story based on a real-life experience. It was harder than I thought! Here, f...
AUTHORS NOTE This is the story of my first real affair. I was then a soldier of 20, stationed in Massachusetts and the year 1965. And as always feedback is welcome, message me and I will answer. SWEET NAN PT I In the spring of '65 I stumbled into situation that was to blow my mind and change my life and my view of women forever (again , I seem to just stu...
"Wow!" exclaimed Melanie. "We've never been here before!" It had been a long, two-hour drive upstate to the northern reaches of New York's Finger Lakes. The congestion of Manhattan had given way to neat rows of suburban houses, and then to the countryside and more spacious settings. By the time Melanie and George reached their destination, things were downr...