Darla folded the next page over at the magazine she was reading. Matt accidentally tickled her foot again as she jerked her foot away and looked down at him and smiled. It was Sunday afternoon. Matt was busy painting Darla's toe nails for her. She was lying naked across the couch and stopped reading long enough to notice all the tiny bits around her breasts...
"Can I help you?" Those words startled out of the trance I was in after walking into the most elaborate lobby I had ever stepped in to in one of the tallest skyscrapers I have ever seen. I'm from a small town in Pennsylvania where the biggest thing around is Walmart. Everything was glass, steel and marble; shiny enough that I could see my reflection in it an...
/This is the sequel to "A Slut is Born," which can be found under the list of works on my author page. I encourage feedback and voting, as this is an ongoing story./ I woke up in a dog carrier, one of the big ones, in a garage. I couldn't see anything out of the holes except a Cadillac close by and a row of carefully arranged bins. It was probably the clean...
The rain was coming down in sheets and she could barely see through her windshield, even with the wipers on full blast. The parking structure was nearly full and she had to squeeze her Honda into a too-small space, carefully slipping out so as not to chip Mr. BMW's paint job. The walk to the Kaiser building was short, but it didn't matter, because the rain m...
Scarf Collectors Chapter 01 Title and copyright page ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan July 2002/May 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 intend...
"Blackmail you?" Doug looks a little astonished. "What on earth?" Okay, maybe that first thought was a stupid one. I flush. I keep silent. I'm waiting for him to continue. "I don't generally need to blackmail women..." he says mildly. Now I'm mortified. He's good looking; he's a fancy corporate executive; I feel like an idiot. He takes a deep breath. "I...
Sometimes, I think certain things are meant to be, for good and for ill, and it's best not to get in Fate's way. How else would you explain how my wife and I met? I lived in Vanier, Ontario, at the time and as a broke student at Carleton University, I needed all the hours I could get from my job as a security guard. I'm living on my own for the first time. M...
Another boring day in DFW he thought while sitting on the sofa, it was hot, gas is expensive, and everyone else was at work. After watching Super Troopers again, he got up and went to the computer. Several post on myspace referred to National nude day, which of course peaked his interested. He picked up his cell and called Heather, they been together for ov...
Hi, I'm Carrie. Yes, that girl here with the short blonde hair and the suicide blue eyes. Next to me my black boyfriend Rob. I love him, really, and that means a lot of funny bullshit is happening whenever we're together. He looks so cute uncertain and seriously, and sometimes he can be, really, but in bed he's "Police Officer Rob Nash" with a wonderful dirt...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee Doctor for editing assistance. Elsbeth was gone again and I was alone again. Her trips to visit our daughter, Sharon, seemed had increased over the last few years. Sharon and Elsbeth got alone far better than Sharon and I did. I never could understand why. When Sharon was little, I treated her like a princess. Actually, I spoiled...