Kelly leaned her head back against the airplane headrest and closed her eyes. They were going through turbulence again. Over the next ten bumpy minutes she made deals with God. I'll stop biting my nails. I'll call my mother once a week for the rest of her life. I promise to never ask for water and then get pop at a fast-food restaurant again. One of them mus...
I waited nervously outside of the restaurant, anxiously awaiting his presence. I gave one last yawn, and took another sip of my soda. An hour ago, I was about to go bed, looking forward to a night of blissful sleep, when my phone rang. "Hello?" "Jane? It's Mark. How are you?" My heart stopped. It literally stopped for about 4 seconds until, realizing it ne...
"Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar, we've got vibrations coming up from the floor. We're just listening to the rock that's giving too much noise! Are you deaf? You wanna hear some more?" The base line thudded through the speakers next to my ear. I could feel the beat shaking the floor of the club and I was eternally grateful to the roadie who had pump...
I never expected it to happen, but I got drunk with my crush- my roommate, Lisa- and she wanted to go out to a strip club. Lisa looked so hot to me. She had an athletic build, T & A perky like you wouldn't believe, dyed red hair, and a mischievous grin. She dressed up in a sexy black minidress. I thought I was lucky... until I got to the club and remembered...
Shyam was driving the car at 80kmh, but still his wife wasn't happy. Neeta said, 'will I be late?' 'Relax Neeta, the flight is at 3 30. We are about 10 minutes away. You will be there by 2 45.' 'What if the checking at the door will make me late? Can't ever trust you on this, Shyam.' Shyam was taken aback. She was visiting her brother in Hyderabad. She wa...
Birthed again – A sequel to Birth and Death ********************************** Copyright Oggbashan September 2006 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 o...
As Camilla rode in Bob's car to the park where they were going to do a publicly nude photo shoot late that Monday afternoon, she tried to assuage her guilt feelings over Mr. Baker's suicide. It wasn't my fault, she told herself in her mind; he must have already been secretly crazy; I couldn't have caused his insanity. Still, she couldn't stop wondering how t...
A married woman's crush on her photo teacher develops into an interesting relationship. Cynthia I'm a middle-aged woman, more or less happily married, with two sons off living their own lives out of town, and one dog and a cat. We live in a suburb of Los Angeles and except for the occasional traffic jam, seem to have a fairly happy existence. My husband is...
Ah, the trials and tribulations of a sex-phone operator! I've been away for a while trying new places and new things but in all that time I've never deserted the talent I have for my little career. Something that has never changed with my male clients: Their obsession for women they cannot have. But most of the "crush" calls are about a co-worker, or a...
When I was in my early twenties I suppose I was handsome. There were plenty of people around that told me I was anyway. A group of married women where I worked thought I looked like one of those 'cuff and collar' male strippers, and they were convinced that was what I did as a side job. They were only half right. I did have a side job, but it was as a pers...