Chapter Seven: The Arrival Exhausted from her ordeal of the previous night, Pat slept through most of the next day. Her captors woke the violated young woman up at some point in the afternoon, to feed her and Dr. Murray. She had to endure their cruel taunts of whether she preferred the diet that afternoon, or the meat they had fed her the previous night. Pa...
My tribute to the student hairdresser named Greg whom I’ll never forget. * I was fifteen years old. It was 1972. Mom had two coupons for free hair stylings at a local beauty college. She let me make use of both coupons. I don't recall much about the first styling. I will never forget the second. The student hairdresser who would perform that styling int...
Designer stiletto heels clicked on the stone flooring and echoed around the empty church in Downtown Los Angeles as Vanessa Hudgens marched down the aisle and towards the confessional booth. She wore a skimpy white top that clung to her upper half like a needy child, her stiff pink nipples poking through the thin fabric like they were plotting an escape, and...
Maybelle stood before me naked. Those lusciously sagging breasts and wrinkled belly, grey pubes framing pouting plum lips; her general frailness was intoxicating. I got hard instantly. "It's been twenty years since I've had a lover, you do realize that?" said Maybelle as she lay on the bed and beckoned to me. I just smiled as I took her in my twenty seven...
I'd never felt so cold and hot before in all my life. My head felt like it was boiling while the rest of my body was icy. I snuggled deeper into the blanket, wincing at the tinge in my shoulder. I knew I had a fever. I needed to get to a shower and cool down. Kicking off the blankets, I scooted to the edge of the bed and swung my feet over the edge. My feet...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2020 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 at the time of the Hundred Years War. Conversation...
There was a Christian Missionary Group that had as a member a young blonde girl only just turn 20 years old, named Kristi. She was a thin and small girl, a little more than 1.6 meters tall and weighing 43 kilograms. She had smooth white skin and her silky hair done up in a ponytail and she wore a pretty white blouse that was buttoned up to hide her tiny, bud...
"Atkins, can you spare one of those peach-colored roses for me today?" I looked up at Mrs. Deershorn sticking her head out the window above me. The sweet old lady was about 65 and lived in the floor above me in this small apartment complex. I had moved in about 4 months earlier after a bad breakup with my longtime girlfriend. One of the reasons I took this...
It was one of those odd late September days when you notice the sun is setting earlier and earlier. I was two blocks from the office. I was excited, my boss, Jane, and my wife Trixie were going to Fantasy Fest in Key West; a weekend of fun and debauchery in the sun. Off the job we were best friends; however, even Trixie did not know that I had a secret crush...
My acquaintance with the world of sex. I was born and raised in the village. After high school I went into town and went to medical school. In the hostel I was not hit, so we had to rent a room. The apartment where I stayed, belonged to an elderly couple. Joseph, a man about 60 years and his wife, Sophia I immediately liked. They were very nice and friendly...