I woke up. My head felt strange. I searched for my cell phone. I found it on the floor, right next to my clothes. I unlocked it. There was a fifteen missed call from Ginger. I wanted to call her, but my head was spinning. I was dizzy. I surrendered myself to the desire to sleep. After some time, I woke up again, this time in much better shape. My headache w...
Meet Joseph Marc Antoine, a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Joseph is a brother with something of a dilemma. Lots of brothers have a predilection for chasing White women, and that's far from uncommon. Still, Joseph's situation is fairly unique. He doesn't like today's lively, fearless and outgoing young White women w...
So Gramma and her friend have a habit of washing themselves in the creek that flows through our family's farm. I had seen this for years and thought nothing of it, though I always tried to watch them, being a horny 18 year old. It didn't matter to me that they were old or that one of them is my own Gramma. I've seen Gramma lift up her loose skirt and wash h...
This is a good start to Christmas Day I must say. Dinner not started, hair, face and shirt covered in my favourite Chinese delicacy, "Cream of Sahm Yang Boi" and still no present wrapped. I giggled remembering Mike Myers ordering that in Wayne's World. I found myself giggling more as I trailed a silver taste of my young boy's cream to my tongue. Damn. Now I...
Susan watched young Amy kissing Alana and smiled as best she could, what with her mouth locked around one of Alana's wrinkled old tithes. Amy's eyes were closed and she moaned as she thrust her tongue into Alana's mouth, the age difference of 46 years not bothering her in the least. Nor did whom she was making out with - her grandmother, whose own eyes were...
Copyright Oggbashan December 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. *********************************** I shouldn't have trusted La...
NOTE: This is one of the ongoing chapters of me growing up in the Midwest in the late spring and early summer of 1971 before moving to AZ to live with my grandmother and attend college. All persons in this and any of my stories are of at least 18 years of age and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These chapters cover the times that I w...
Phone rang early on Saturday morning; I was still asleep, it was my weekend off work and wanted a lay in. I wasn't going to answer it but when I looked at who was calling; it was my brother's home number. I answered the phone, "Hello," in a groggy morning voice. It was my brother's wife Tracey. Tracey was twenty-two and an athlete, a four hundred meter run...
"Bend over, pull up your skirt." After 25 years of marriage it's hard to figure out the erotic. Even if you still like each other. When Sharon and I started dating everything seemed to be on the table. Pretty much anything I asked, she tried. I loved getting her totally naked, just looking at her. "Why do you like this so much? I don't know what you...
(Ongoing series of stories about sexy older women who love using young studs as their cum-fed sex slaves!) * It was a beautiful day for a walk. Annabelle Shaw, 62, was a gorgeous, well kept and very powerful CEO of a Fortune 500 company, working hard and playing harder -- usually with one of a cadre of well-hung, cum-filled studs she had at her disposal,...