I am a terrible friend. I covet my best friend's husband. The rumors say that men talk about sex all the time with each other. I nailed this girl last night. She was such a hot piece of ass. Men have nothing on women. We get specific, and not just on the macro, but the micro level. I close my eyes and picture you naked. Because of Karen's detailed descrip...
There is a lovely movie that was made in the sixties called "The Seven Year Itch." The idea is that a couple will have a great marriage for the first seven years and then after that time the man will get an itch, an urge to stray from his marital vows. This movie was made in the sixties and assumed that women would do no such thing. Of course, now if the mov...
New York has never been more brilliant. From the driver's seat of your Honda Pantheus it's a blur of neon glows and the strobe of office windows seen between concrete traffic pylons. In your wake it's all a river of light and the sense of euphoria you feel as you step on the accelerator can only be matched by the ravenous curiosity about your late night rend...
I knew that there was no reason in the world for this crime to look like the personal horror that I had endured nearly twenty years ago. As I searched the remainder of the estate, I pushed that thought back into the corners of my mind. I could hear my team calling out search statuses. Again, the enhanced audio/video equipment paid off dividends. It took near...
The author requests that the reader suspend his or her knowledge about human fetal development, evolution, and plumbing. The story has no moral other than Edith may have taken Fred more seriously and sought counseling. On the day of their marriage Fred was twenty-three and Edith was eighteen. Edith wanted to rush away from their reception and escape to t...
When the doorbell rang, I thought I was going to explode. I stamped on the power switch for the vacuum cleaner and strode to the door, flinging it open with enough force to bend the metal door stop. "What the hell do you want?" The woman standing on the doorstep just stared at me for a moment, blinking her perfectly mascara-ed eyes at me. "Hello, sir. I'm...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2008 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. * Flash fiction and particularly the variant 50-word fiction that I...
It was a dark and gloomy day as most days are bound to be when everything around you seems, unreal. Seven married years, twenty-one years of friendship, thirty odd years of family and suddenly it all seemed so, staged. Nothing seemed to make sense as Mark Tinder walked down the paved path towards his favourite park on this gloomy January morning, the wind p...
"Emma you feel amazing. Oh God don't stop." Thomas wanted to reach up and fondle her large breasts but couldn't. His hands were tied to the wooden chair. His cock was deep inside her pussy, rubbing against her hot, wet walls. "I love you." Thomas panted those words, his eyes begging her to respond. Emma didn't respond. She was breathing fast. She had her e...
Authors Note: I know it's not very long, but I decided to post what I have and find out what everyone thinks about it. Please vote and send feedback. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible if you do. Also, if there are any problems with it in terms of anatomy, please bring it to my attention. I'm still new at this. *** "I'm gonna cum!" she screa...