Copyright Oggbashan May 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. ********* At dawn, in a couple of hours from now, I have to fight a...
My name is Shavona Leatherbury. I'm a big and tall black woman of Haitian and African-American descent living in the city of Brockton, down in the state of Massachusetts. Yeah, I am not exactly tiny and unlike many big women, I am quite proud of myself too. I stand six feet two inches tall, heavyset, with large breasts, wide hips and a thick, plump ass. What...
It was the middle of December and I was on the phone with my new girlfriend, Kandy. She is a nurse and we met while I was in the hospital and we have since become friends and lovers. She has been at home recuperating from a cold. I continued the conversation on the phone and said, "You know Kandy, I can just see you under my Christmas tree, with only a pur...
Disclosure. I am RobinAZ. Over a decade ago I wrote a long series of stories, mostly titled A Weekend With Three Angels. If you haven't read them, I suggest that you search my former name RobinAZ and read the series. Try to do it chronologically. You'll read about exhibitionism, incest, bisexuality, group, anal and oral sex, and a wide variety of situations...
The shrill buzzing of an alarm at seven AM dragged me from a delicious and comfortable sleep. I opened one honey-colored eye found the offending clock and guided my hand to swat the snooze. The offending alarm silenced, I settled back into half sleep and snuggling deeper into soft cashmere sheets bumping against the solid familiar shape of my lover. Alarm s...
From Previous Chapter ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Aleca~ I sat there in shock wondering why he hung up so abruptly. "Oh well." I thought to myself "At least I know he loves me." Or that nagging voice in my head said, 'at least I think he does.' "No!" I thought "I will not think like that. Just because one Were hurt me doesn't mean that they are all the same. I mean, nei...
I come into our chat room, and see him with another woman. His words are arousing, seductive, sexy as he plays with her. My heart races, knowing this is part of our arrangement. That cybering sexually with others is just part of the game. But this time, my lust boils over, and I interrupt him. I tell him to meet me in our private chat room. He agrees, and...
Henry Valentino the second, a gentleman of the age of 29 and a proud lieutenant of the United States armed forces came home on short notice. The reason, a letter from his stepmother, depicting his wealthy and prominent father's fluctuating health. As he stepped through the double doors of the enormous mansion, much to his surprise, the woman who greeted him...
Molly looked at her paper in disgust. Typos. Typos. Typos... No wonder they called her the 'typo queen' in Literature 300. She bloody-hell never spell-fucking-checked anything! "I give up," she yelled at her stupid image in the mirror. All she wanted was an A in the course but she lacked the basic decency to do the simplest things. Like feel excited abou...
On Sunday morning I woke up in my own bed, my sister curled around my arm, with an erection and a headache. I immediately regretted waking up. I had a need for sleep like I'd never felt. I had been on and off, awake and asleep all night long. Lucy often helped me sleep better. I didn't have so many nightmares with her, even if my dreams were still loud and c...