It was the first time I dared riding a racing motorcycle, something I had always dreamed about. The power of the engines, the strength of the frames, and the breathtaking speed had always thrilled me: These motorcycles had always reminded me of graceful predators, cheetahs for the racetrack. I had spent many hours admiring those motorcycles, dreaming of...
Introduction Sarah Patterson is a 35 year old mother of two, happily married to Bryan for 11 years, together for 13. He is a hard working carpenter with his own business. A successful business and one that affords them a very comfortable lifestyle, a nice 4 bedroom detached house in a leafy rural suburb of Birmingham and a luxury holiday caravan in the York...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (4 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I hadn't seen Chris in years. Last time I'd seen him, he was a nearly three hundred pound linebacker, heading off to college while I stayed in Biloxi, toiling my youth away in my father's manufacturing company. I married, later found out that...
This article is specifically geared to you twenty-somethings out there, still living at home, and have nosy parents who don't respect your privacy. Take it from me. I understand your plight, I feel your pain. In such cases, the only thing you can do is learn how to hide your pornography effectively. If you follow these tips, they will look all they want, and...
I don't quite know whether this is an essay or a poem. It is a not formal poetry, but neither is it a formal essay. It is a meditation, a musing. Some women do not seem to fully appreciate their own beauty and wonder - the loveliness of each of their parts. They wonder why men lust after what they may view as "gynecological." I do not think I can do total ju...
I wasn't looking for anyone, just riding my bike for all I was worth. The equatorial sun was welcome and brutal on my skin. Wind rushing past cooled me as I strove to sweat just a little more with each kilometer. Almost there, I thought, although I couldn't know just how there I would indeed end up. My usual Friday morning hangout, the Salon, served a decen...
So, I pick you up at the airport. Old old friends, but, hell, it's been a while and then some. You get to be the one coming out from backstage, all bleary-eyed, but wide awake and soaking it all up and with that darting look as your eyes flick around looking for something, someone familiar. I guess I have the advantage, naturally, as I see you waaay befor...
Part One: A Romantic Tragedy There is a room. The room is white. The room is a shining glow that envelops all colors. It is perfectly round, the curves of the room bathed in ethereal glow. In the center of the room lies a perfectly round bed. The gentle tapping of footsteps become louder as Cortez enters the round room. Under his right arm lie the sheets o...
Alice was surprised when her phone rang early that morning and she saw it was James calling. After the first date when she asked him back to her apartment and it degenerated into what she thought had to be a sexual fiasco for James, she didn't figure she would hear from him again. Sure it was different and very exciting for Alice to masturbate in front of a...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan March 2006 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. ***************...