My name is Steve and I am 45 years old, I am 6ft 5 inches tall, salt and pepper hair, 14 stone in weight, not bad looking and still get admiring glances for older ladies, which is good for me as I like older ladies, I am married and we recently moved house, to a village on the outskirts of the city I lived in, very quiet and peaceful. One day as I was driv...
The following Monday after the dance Angela is down in the kitchen once again doing the breakfast dishes. Her husband had let Davey stay the weekend and he promised that he would go to a motel tonight. Then he was going to start looking for a home or an apartment in the area to live in. Al had to be in work early to make sure the production line got starte...
This is the third and final (maybe) installment of "Why Are You Trying So Hard?". This story will not make sense if you don't read the other two stories first so, please, if you are going to read this story, and I hope you do, read the first two: "Why Are You Trying So Hard" and "Why Are You Trying So Hard?" Part 2, first. I didn't intend to continue the st...
I was fourteen when I first saw her. The girl that lived next door to the house my parents moved us to was my age. Long blond hair, long dark smooth legs, and the face of an angel, that is if you could quit looking at her breasts in her tight sweaters, t-shirts or sports bras. Julie was a knockout... and a complete and total bitch. Once I met her, her looks...
Kamil and I were dressed in simple black robes and taken to a sedan where Song drove us silently to the edge of town. The car stopped and she took two blindfolds out of her purse, reaching back to fix them on our heads. Blind, I felt my heart begin to pound. She was driving again, faster, and twisting and turning. I thought I might be sick. Kamil breathed he...
Warming Father Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2016 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. +++ It was late afternoon on Christ...
This is a true story. It happened just before my second wife and I were married. The names have been changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty!). I surely hope my wife doesn't see this, because I know she still thinks she got away with it. But all I can think of when I look at her is her and Billy. It just makes my blood boil with jealous passion for h...
Lucy was an elusive girl. She was the only girl in the world that existed in my eyes, but that wasn't the case for her. She was the girl who liked to run around town and have several boyfriends. Granted, that is what high school is all about, but she pushed the limits. In the small farm town that we grew up in, you only had so many options and everyone knew...
Lara huddled in the darkest corner of the front porch, trying her best to keep her sobs muffled so she would not be discovered. She hugged her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth, as the night breeze dried the tears and blood on her cheeks and set her fresh wounds to stinging. It wasn't the pain she concerned about. Pain she could endure; after all,...
My apology for the late submission. ~!~ They were driving down the highway and Storm glanced over at Sally who was napping. He smiled happily. This was a big deal for him since he had never taken anyone to his beach house. Not even Ayasha considering it was purchased more than ten years ago. He glanced over at Sally again and chuckled to himself as he reme...