Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 220-word story in German starting 'Mir gegenuber' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are i...
Chapter 16: Moral Abandon "Get the fags out mum" , Martin Coombes said from gritted smile placing his arm around his mother's waist and burying his fingers in the sumptuous faux fur; clawing at and wanting the real thing. His mother flashed an intense look of mischief but accompanied by raised eyebrows and said "Ssshhh I don't want people thinking I am lea...
She slept for days afterwards. Sometimes, if I stood in the kitchen and listened intently, I could hear the gentle swishing of the fur as it flopped and wriggled about in her meditation room. The second morning after she feasted on that helpless but ecstatic young man I went to see her. I tingled all over as I opened the carved wooden door to her chamber....
I take you into my bathroom and undress you to give you a hot bath; a really hot bath; almost too hot. Just as hot as you can tolerate. A hot bath relaxes your muscles, stimulates your skin and opens your pores. I use a lamb's wool sponge and organic, peppermint soap. The organic oil in the soap is a good moisturizer. The lamb's wool makes the soap get real...
My trip through Tibet had been great. One day I wandered into a market in Nyalam in the southwest near the border. The food, the clothing, all of it seemed so surreal - a palpable energy flowed through the streets. There was something about this particular place that grabbed me. I bought some sweet tea and wandered around somewhat aimlessly and found myself...
Some people might think being the coat check guy at the local theatre would be boring but it really can be quite fun. People watching has always been one of my favourite pastimes and there are few places better to do it than behind the counter at the coat check in a crowded theatre. Getting to watch free plays in not a bad perk either. When I first started...
You come to consciousness on a Saturday morning in spring. As one usually does, you expect to feel your silk sheets caressing your bare form, but on this particular Saturday morning, you’ve woken up in your rooftop garden. Beautiful carnations, tulips, and roses surround you and you feel a bed of short grass pressing against your back. Sunlight filters throu...
It was a just a normal day in the life of Sarah. Sarah lived by her schedule and nothing came in between her and her routines. She dressed very classic business and always put her long hair up in a bun. She wore her makeup very sparingly and always mindful to never give off the wrong impression, for that's what proper ladies do. Her mom had always made sure...
PART SEVEN: By Dawn's Early Light Jane Matthews eyes opened and she yawned. Light flooded through the thin gauze at the bedroom window. She arose, naked and pulled the long black sheared beaver coat from the bed and placed it over her shoulders. She took the last cigarette from the pack that she and Ruth Mears had worked their way through, and lit it at the...
The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch.01: Matching His Fetish Copyright Oggbashan May 2003 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. Note to Reader...