Louisa turned around and looked into the deepest brown eyes she'd ever seen. Slowly she became aware of the fact that they belonged to a tall man on the other side of the counter. He was leaning against the counter, with a smile on his face. His hair was almost black and cut very short, and despite the early hour he had a five o'clock shadow on his face. He...
When IVF fails, how can a loving wife give her husband the baby she believes will save their marriage? This story is probably true. In our city there are no less than two world class IVF clinics, and we have several friends who work in the field. During a dinner party one evening in which the red wine flowed rather too freely, we began to challenge them –...
All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older. * It was the summer of '69. It was the summer of despair. "The heat waves shimmered in the distance, rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of mother nature's authority. We lay where we had been for hours, in the only good cover around. Off to the left, we heard enemy snipers...
This is the story about how, when I was trying to teach my wife how to make all my fantasies come true, by embracing her inner slut, she taught me how to please us both, by getting me to embrace fantasies that I never knew I had. I suppose that when I went looking for someone new in my life, after my second divorce, I could have chosen a girl who was already...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. * Lisa rose from the bed and walked slowly towards Joey. He stripped down to his boxers and the dim flicker of light from the candles burning around the deep circular bathtub danced along his skin. His hand reached out for her and as she walked closer he grabbed her blouse and pulled her close to him. Th...
My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 19 chapters. This first part, Chapters 1& 2 , sets up the entire story, as does the increasing eroti...
I'd like to thank jen_litgirl for her editing work and suggestions on this piece. If it's well received I'll write parts II and III. As the city passed by outside the taxi window I thought to myself, it's going to be one hell of a stressful, yet boring day. I was on the way to SeaTac and a flight home. I'd just spent a great week with friends running arou...
The sun, rising in the east, gradually burned the fog from the surface of the lake. During the past two hours, I'd consumed half a pot of coffee and smoked a dozen cigarettes. Robbie was checking over the houseboat, firing up the engines to check them out. Sitting on a barstool in the galley, wearing just my panties and bra, I kept thinking about what had ha...
Copyright Oggbashan June 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. Story so far: Paul, driving a back road on Romney Marsh at night,...
Some may remember sitting in a dark room, watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery." Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr. Serling would deliver a brief monolog, perhaps something like this: "Consider, if you will, one of the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry, scholar, man of the cloth, and self-taught painter of...