Lindy The cussing from the basement was loud enough to reach the kitchen. Domina was upstairs, recently fed, and I spent an hour at church. Johanna came down stairs after her turn at church and relieving Domina's bladder. Two plates were on the floor with eggs and sausage on them. "Honey I need you. She filled me up." Johanna said. So I lay on the floor a...
"Salomon, I haven't seen you at church in a long time," Sister Rosie, a curvy, dark-skinned, well-dressed, fifty-something Haitian lady said to me, as I stood guard at the door of Walmart located in the western tier of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. I smiled at her and tried to reply as politely as I could, since I was at work and have to keep up my customer...
The old church wasn't really a church any more, at least most of the time. It had been founded as a Methodist church about a hundred years ago, but then the congregation outgrew it as the neighborhood changed, so a bigger one had been built a block away. The Methodists had kept it up for their thrift shop and meetings and mission work and so on. But then...
Celebs: Erika Christensen, Alicia Witt. Codes: FF, oral, romance. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. It is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are fictionalized. All celebrities in the story are impersonated — poorly. I, the author, have no actual conne...
Those of you that know my wife know that she is an interesting combination of beautiful and painfully shy. She is petite with a tight body, about 5'4" 110lbs. My wife is well known around town, active in local theater and our church. This fall, her volunteering and church led her to one of her most humiliating exposures. Jessica often volunteers to help wit...
"Samuel, I'm sorry but I'm just not interested, besides, I'm with someone else," Esther Voltaire said to me, after I confessed my feelings to her. Esther, the queen of the Haitian Adventist church of Ottawa, and the gal I've worshipped since High School. One bright Saturday morning I decided to tell her how I feel, and as you can see, the results were less t...
My life went back to normalcy after a while or something close to it. It had been several months since I had found myself back in my place, the safety of my home. My body shrunk back to its slender self, my breasts healed. Of course my golden pubic hairs grew back. There were not even any stretch marks. The happenings in the catacombs became a faded memory,...
My name is Jarvis Jay Brown. Friends call me J.J. Brown. I am the Pastor of the Bethsemane Seventh Day Adventist Church in the city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. It's a small congregation located on Nellson Road in the South Side of Brockton. We're a very small church, with only about two hundred members, most of whom are either African-America...
Rules Pt. 05 The following is the result of emails sent by a number of readers who said they would like to see a final encounter between two of the major characters in my 2019 series, "Rules," Jon Carlson and Sara Jenkins. I gave it a lot of thought and decided to give it a shot. To fully understand the context of what is happening here, I suggest yo...
Midnight Mince Pies ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2017 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 p...