-IAN I saw her as soon as they walked in. Her face wasn't familiar although I knew her husband. Was Samson her husband? I had never paid attention to Samson's ring finger before and I couldn't see it from here. Even trying to get a closer look during altar call didn't help. She wasn't what I called "fine" but extremely sexy. The way she walked around the o...
Meet Antoine Jean-Phillippe, a young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. He's going through a hard time. It's not something which he can discuss with family or friends. Riding the 44 bus from Portage Station in Gatineau, Quebec, to the Rideau Shopping Center in Ottawa, Ontario, he looked out the window. Antoine thought about...
Sitting in my friend's living room in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario, I looked at Rhianna Brandon and smirked. If the Broncos lose to the Seattle Seahawks, her fine-looking, simply enormous chocolate ass is mine to do with as I see fit, that's the bet we had. I watched Russell Wilson and Richard Sherman massacre Peyton Manning and the Broncos and smiled con...
Another fine day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I got my tired Haitian ass off the bus and walked to the university campus. While in the student center I got myself some coffee and sandwiches, and stopped to chit chat with the light-skinned tomboy working behind the Tim Horton’s counter. I walked to the library and took the elevator to the third floor, and...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2020 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 is set at the time of the Hundred Years War. Conversation...
Moved from the Humour and Satire category because of it's rather fetishistic(?) nature. This story is an absurd tale of famed British restraint in a world of surreal sexuality. This means there are scenes of a somewhat grotesque nature. If you would like to continue reading, then let me take you the Sussex village of Upper Heyloft, upon a sunny August day...
Chapter 02: Holy Spunk As Irish grunge band, The Fecking Skypilots, had sung my lullaby, so Australian skunge singer, Jezzibella Trollope, crooned me awake. I groaned and made for the shower. No hot water! Typical of this place. While fixing breakfast I discovered my fridge was milkless. Again! Just when I thought the day could not possibly get any worse th...
Hello, everyone. Here is a story I wrote last year. I never posted it because, I felt it wasn't good enough, but it is a story I really liked. So I decided to submit it anyway. If you like it, fine. If not, well that's OK too. I certainly hope you read it. It's a long read, but I think it will be worth it in the end. If you are going to search for errors a...
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED I was 22, a junior in college, had my own apartment, and was an accomplished smartass. My apartment building was a short walk from campus, just a few blocks. Rent was good, neighbors were great. Only a few other students were in the complex, most where over-40 singles and married couples. The only downside was the constant visits by the...