So, there I was: 20, unemployed, still living at home, nowhere near a degree of any kind, and broken hearted. It had been six months since the demise of my first serious relationship, and thoughts of William still haunted. Sure, he had been twice my age, but it he was good to me. I loved him more than I'd ever loved any man, and he'd given me more pleasure d...
We won't tell him. Ever. He has been so limitlessly sad since Julian died. There is nothing to do but stay next to him and hope he gets over it soon. It is mid-winter now in the fourth year of no more Julian. If he hadn't been under doctor's care, we don't know what would have become of him. He has slit his wrists twice now and sleeps rarely. We take turns...
A silent breeze drifted through the trees. The strong scent of pine mingled with the dirt as a young woman fumbled her way through fallen logs and protruding boulders. Unseen birds screamed at her from a distance. Hidden creatures scurried through the brambles and brush, fleeing from what they could only see as an intruder. The sun crept slowly down behind...
Lying on my hammock, listening to the soft singing of the cicadas in the trees, I swayed in the cool spring breeze that was making the white, dogwood blooms dance overhead. Far above those white flower-laden trees the clouds were sweeping past, not fluffy and innocent cotton candy clouds but angry looking clouds. Off in the distance I heard a rumble that p...
The day was a Sunday. It was Father's Day, but, to my dad's disappointment, we were not celebrating his accomplishments. It was, however, a day of great happiness. It was my wedding day. I was not one of those brides who are a bitchy mess and run themselves ragged trying to make sure everything was perfect. I was relaxed and happy that the day was finally...
When the day started, I had no dates, no arrangements of any kind. But I was feeling horny. I needed cock. I'd gone over a week without sex and I am one cock hungry sissy slut. I'm getting on a bit but I know how to dress and do my makeup. I like to think I can embody a straight guy's fantasies and give him the sex his wife won't and dress in a way genetic w...
It had been a long day at work, and, of course on the night I want to leave early, my manager keeps me late. I drove back home as fast as I could to get to the party. My roommate was having a bunch of people over to celebrate her recent graduation and I wanted to be able to change out of my work clothes before too many folks arrived. I walked in to find abou...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2015 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. ************************************************* I stood in f...
First let me tell you about your eyes, bright with something deep inside them. No cliché about stars or fire suffices; they simply light with primal joy. At least they do whenever I gaze in them, whenever I look in your face framed by your flowing hair. I want to believe you look at me in a special way that you look at no other. Though perhaps you do not, gi...
Love is complicated. It is messy and full of battle scars. Only a few couples make it nowadays and to be honest, that is terrifying. Although I loved Drew, I couldn't help but wonder what was missing. I know it sounds cliché but something was definitely missing. Things weren't as exciting as they used to be. Everything feels as though it has somehow changed...