Copyright Oggbashan January 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. ************************************************* Editor’s Note...
I sat, spellbound, as Astrid told me what had happened on her trip. Since she's a good friend, I knew she's a nudist at heart. Upon her arrival earlier, she'd asked, "Is it OK with you if I take off my clothes?" As a gracious hostess, I replied, "I don't mind at all. Please make yourself comfortable." I watched her nonchalantly stripping, not averting my e...
Forgive me? Julian sighed as he flipped over a bacon wrapped filet. Even the smell of red meat and bacon couldn't pull him out of his frustration with Jasmine. Coming to her in her dreams were starting to take a toll on him. His persistent had finally paid off though, he'd learned her name. It was heaven and hell knowing but not knowing how she felt about...
The rain was beating against the windows, and the wind was howling through the trees as i stepped out of the shower. It was late evening, so i couldn't really see the fury of the storm, but i could hear it and feel it as it shook the house. Storms have always excited me. With each crash of thunder, i could feel a warm rush begin in my tummy and spread throug...
The heat was rising off the asphalt in waves, radiating upward like a shimmering cloud. It was so hot that it could cause an optical illusion if you stared at it too long. The man in black knew this, so at random he would take his eyes off of the road in front of him. After all, it was Dallas in the middle of August. A summer thunderstorm had blown through t...
"You got mail.... " Shay smiled as she clicked to her mail and there it was, another reminder about Kenny's Birthday. December 6th. She thought it was so funny how he had been leaving little reminders for over a week now. It was now December 5th and she was about to put her plan in motion. She knew he expected dinner, dancing, at least a dozen gifts and lo...
There he stood. His strong jaw-line lightly stubbled. The clothing set-off his natural ruggedness. Leather so creamy and soft, camel-color oiled and with that worn look associated with hard work; not the affectation so many men work to create. His hands, callused from years of working the Erie Canal waterways, have that thick sausage texture adding to his...
The rain dripped from her hair. She could feel the drops rolling down her face, slipping down into her shirt, between her breasts. She'd walked to his house, hoping he'd take her in. Hoping he'd care. She didn't know where else to go. She rang the bell and began inspecting her shoes. They were soaked and her socks with them. Her clothes clung to her body....
I slid the card into the lock and watched the happy green light blink on. I was nervous but borderline giddy as I pushed open the door and surveyed the room I had selected on line. It was exactly as advertised, but maybe a little smaller. I looked at the clock. I still had two hours before my date arrived so I decided to take a bath. I stuck my bag in the cl...
[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] [Nerdy Valedictorian guy and shy Salutatorian girl are hooked up as a joke by high school gossips on Valentine's Day.] * Arnold was the archetypal 'nerd', with thick glasses, a 'nerd-pack' (calculator, mechanical pencil, cheap pen) in his top pocket...