The alarm rung. It filled the room with its obnoxiousness. Today wasn't a day for alarms to begin with. It was Saturday. Pam had only set it out of force of habit. Now she regretted it as the evil sound penetrated her ears. Her hand flung over the bed, onto the nightstand, and silenced the damn thing. Pam shoved the covers off, sitting up in bed. She took a...
Chapter V: The JRG Author's note: The first part of this chapter is written from Kyle's perspective. Some of it is based on things he told me later, the rest is just me guessing what dirty thoughts were going through his head. When you stop and think about it, you never really know someone. You might know their favorite foods and music and you can guess ho...
The office was quiet at this time of the morning. I came in to get some paper work done. The phones never sounded better. I had put some coffee and stopped for a bagel. The applications on my desk had been piling up and that was a good thing. I never heard Betty until she was standing behind me. "Hey, you're early. Knock'em dead big guy." She was older then...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 Minor edit December 2013 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 in the 1960s, long...
It was a typical Friday night in Nashville. I had already been to three clubs and it was getting pretty late. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was only about half an hour until last call. So far I hadn't run into anything or anyone that really looked promising. I was beginning to think I was going to end up going back to my motel room alone. What a depressing...
Well...after a long pause I decided to "finish" this story. As ususal, the ending will be left open. With an overwhelming demand for more, I will continue. If not... thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I liked finally putting it to paper. Comments are always appreciated... I walked to the car and got in the passenger side as I wa...
THIS IS A STORY whose happenstance did occur to its young protagonist on one recent morning in the year 20__, on the fair streets of B______. (Whoops, sorry, my underline button got stuck. It was last Sunday in Boston.) My name is Cedric, and I found myself at loose ends on this particular Sunday after cutting out early from a comic book convention at the do...
"Sarah?" "Yes, Rachael?" "Let's get naked!" "Huh?" "Naked. Nude. Take off our clothes." "Why should we get naked, Rachael?" I asked, somewhat confused. "Silly girl. To celebrate the Steelers Super Bowl ring number six." "But the Steelers didn't win number six yet." "We will. Let's get naked and do something real naughty." "Like what?" Now I sounded...
There was a quiet nervousness between them, which was a strange contribution to the years of comfortable friendship they had shared, though the nights of raucous shows and drinking and smashing things were over. Both of them had remained true to their roots, tattooed and pierced well into their 30s, even when they'd got responsible, got married, and started...
At ten am Julia woke up feeling more than a little fuzzy, the night before she had consumed nearly half a bottle of gin and a full bottle of wine. Raising herself on the pillows she remembered the fragment of a dream. She was in Robert's study and he was sitting on the edge of his desk nude, his legs apart sniffing a pair of knickers as she masturbated him....