Ron's life was perfect. He found a friendly babysitter to watch the kids for cheap while him and his wife went on vacation to a 5-star resort at the beach. He's one of the higher ups of an oil company, he's married to his beautiful wife, Susan, and not only that, he's been having an affair with his sexy secretary, Brittany, for a couple months now, which he...
Cecily Legler Strong sped her heels against the pavement, racing up midtown to Studio H. With each stride, her full cups bounced along her dress, a catsuit of sorts, all skintight and sheen. Those long, toned gazelle legs pounded the pavement, kicking up chunks. She skipped to her own beat, her milfy crow's feet puckering with childlike glee. Today was hers!...
It's nice out. The night is mild. I'm addicted to the chill on my skin, a fool for the feeling. I am a fool to many feelings, I suppose- and all of them are related to you. We can be found on a rooftop in the city above Second and Division overlooking the sights that are so much bigger than us, but who would look for us? I suppose the anonymity is somethin...
Author's Note: Big thank you to Secretsxywriter for editing and helping me with this story better. And now something spookier just in time for Halloween. *** It all started with oranges bouncing around on the sidewalk. I'd been unemployed for a while, the stress of it messing with my life. I was burning through my savings, and insomnia had kicked in last...
Chapter 6 Home truths and Option 3 We talked about it next day. I commented that she must have enjoyed it because when we got home she was as horny as hell. She claimed that Joanne got her drunk. 'I didn't really come into the lounge without panties, did I?' 'You certainly did, strolled around the room like you owned it and when you sat on my knee you l...
She knocks twice, then twice again and calls out "Hello, room service!" just like she has learnt during her half-day of training for this job. She has learnt to say "yes", "right away", "of course" and "not a problem", followed by "sir" or "ma'am", and she has mastered the art of being unfailingly friendly and polite even when she doesn't know exactly what a...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2004/December 2017 The first two chapters were posted in November 2004. This is the final chapter. 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 spec...
He placed his hand on the small of my back to usher me into the elevator. We stood in silence side by side at the back - not quite strangers but each in a bubble of our own thoughts. He watched me in the mirrored walls of the elevator. I mostly watched the carpet in front of my feet. Our ascent slowed, then stopped and the doors parted with a whoosh. Ahead o...
True story, to the best of my recollection anyway. It starts slowly but I thought it necessary to set the stage. Names changed a little but that's about it. I'd love feedback if you'd be willing to take a moment and comment or send me a message. ***** I was re-introduced to Laura when I was a senior in college. Our parents went to the same church and appa...
Daniel watched people. It was a habit. You see, Daniel was a writer and he liked to observe human behaviour. He said it helped him reach a level of realism he had never managed to get to before, in the old days when he drank all the time for inspiration. He was unable to drink these days thanks to the doctor making booze blasphemous, but it didn't stop him w...