A Good Neighbor, Ch. 3 Jan's story I always look forward to Susan's luncheons mainly because she does have a wild streak and will do and say outrageous things. Her man servant gig was priceless and she had everyone in a tizzy. When I walked out the side door to the driveway with Barb and Carole they were going on and on trying to decide if what Susan said...
Sandra shook her fist with rage at the uncaring sky. "Dammit!" she cursed. Sandra pounded on the steering wheel of her old jeep and again tried the key. The engine responded with a sickening silence. She "had" been enjoying her day up to this point. She spent the day at the beach working on her golden tan. She had met up with a couple of her girlfriends...
Sandy and I were a new couple, having been dating less than a year, but already I could tell we were well-suited for each other. She had many of the same sexual thoughts and fantasies that I found stimulating, and was not shy about sharing them. We spent much of our time alone together exchanging fantasies and sharing each other's stories of past escapades w...
[Author's note: I knew something was up when the Missus and I had our usual Saturday morning breakfast at the diner. My normal order of two eggs sunny side up with one piece of bacon was not that unusual. The way it was presented was. When my order arrived, I was greeted by two yellow eyes surrounded by a white face. The garnish of a single strawberry was pl...
A profane screech trailed by a squawk so loud and obnoxious it would have honored a dying pea fowl heralds an unearthly sound so high pitched no one heard it in the small 15 foot by 15 foot Remote Field Center but by impaling itself into the subconscious of everyone it causes them to shiver and shrug as if a ghost had walked on their grave. Disturbing the...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2004 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. * * * * * It started in September. I was out for the day with...
I entered the kitchen and saw Ruth seated at the table with the pile of order forms, bags with the girls' names on them, a credit card machine and her calculator in front of her. I sat and handed her my order form. I could only hear the music in the room behind me and a few nervous giggles as Ruth said, "Do you have any questions with your order?" "I don't...
The doorbell rang, disrupting the silence of the house. She had been waiting all morning for this guy to turn up. She opened the door a little and peeked round. "Plumber, erm Mrs. Davies?" She beckoned for him to come in and follow her to the kitchen. As she passed the hall mirror, she caught a sideways glance at herself. She was just pushing forty, but not...
My wife and I both work in retail, so our schedules vary quite a bit, some days we work as many as 7 hours apart. This story is about one of those days. I had been working from 5a.m. to 2 p.m. I was very tired from having to get up so early, and disappointed that my wife didn't even start work until noon, so it would be 9 p.m. before she even got off from w...
Ahhh...what a BEAUTIFUL day it is. Warm, sunny, Southern California. Nothing like being high in the mountains and hiking and camping alone with you. Alone. Nobody to interrupt our passion. You see, we've planned this trip for a long time. Find somewhere that nobody ever goes, and then spend a whole week frolicking around, naked most of the time, soaking up...