Chapter Four -- The Penitent The road re-entered the forest, so for the next hour Danka continued walking in darkness. She had to go slowly to avoid tripping and to avoid wandering off the road. However, the birds were singing, so the spooky silence of the deepest part of night had passed. When Danka emerged into another cleared area, the sky was already...
4:30AM Why am I waking up? It's so early. It is still dark. I need to pee. OK I will pee, but I'm not up yet. It's way too early. And why do I instinctively grab my cell phone. I know there are not any new messages since last night. OMG! There is a new email. It's from Him. I told Him no messages on the weekends. What does he want? Should I read it? What si...
This is an unashamedly romantic tale for Christmas, it skips time between the present and their first Christmas when they each gifted themselves to the other. ------ Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and Child… 'I'm sure you all know this one, please join in with the choir.' The Priest was almost pleading with t...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2019 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. +++ The following notice appeared today on the doors of every...
*** They slept so long that it was almost eleven when they woke up. They took separate showers rather than together at Lynne's insistence. She was afraid if they showered together, they'd end up fooling around until the late afternoon. After they dressed, they walked across the property to the big house, and Lynne was glad to see that Leif's family was jus...
If I was expecting my beautiful, shy, innocent and demure church wife Sarah to have some kind of wild, sinful epiphany after our bout of love making, I was seriously mistaken. I'm not sure why I was disappointed when it didn't happen. I mean, I was from the same ultra-conservative church sect as she was and once upon a time I had been as brainwashed as she w...
The time of day was early morning. I had gone out for my three mile jog as I do every morning. However this morning it looked like rain. Rain is one thing but lighting is an all together other thing. To me it looked like thunder clouds building in the east and I wanted no part of that so I cut my run short. I turned back after I had reached the Valley road b...
We closed the door and Charie, standing wrapped in her damp and redolent sheet, looked at me sheepishly. "Do you hate me honey?" I remembered the girl in the car two and a half years ago who pleaded with me not to put my cock in her pussy, the wife with whom I had enjoyed wild sex for the last year and half, the woman who after visiting the porn shop in New...
Last Sunday at Home. This is a true story of my last day in my home town before leaving for university. Yes, this was real, this was that happened that day. Names were changed for obvious reasons, and a few details left out, (some because they were boring, and others because there's no need to know.) ***** Sunday morning. Oh how I hate Sunday mornings. Th...
Mike looked at his watch reluctantly. It was Sunday evening, 5:15. He promised he would be at the church at 6:00 for Mass at St. Mary’s Catholic Church. His best friend, Dane had spent the past year converting to Catholicism and tonight he would finally be accepted by the church. He had met a lovely Catholic girl and wanted to be able to have the church wedd...