Author's foreword— After taking a three-month hiatus to deal with the death of my father and the settling of his estate, I am now back with my seventeenth offering to the readers of Literotica. You are invited to comment and also to seek out the sixteen older postings. Enjoy! Thrusting Machine Brad has a problem. His girlfriend Amber is a self-descr...
Copyright Oggbashan December 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. *********************************** I shouldn't have trusted La...
5 Days Earlier Jason awoke with a start, immediately suspicious. He didn't remember much of the dream, but what he did remember put him on guard. He needn't have worried. Jason was still under the covers, and seemingly unmolested. Pearl, or rather the lump of blankets that represented her, was in the same position he'd remembered from the night before, sno...
October 1. Got the modelling contract from Morry and Auntie Flo said I should keep a diary cause I would be meeting lots of famous people, stars and lords and stuff, and when I got famous I could sell my diary for lots of money to a Sunday newspaper. So here goes. October 2. Morry had me do a photoshoot for Freddie Wibbly which I knew how it would turn out...
Meet Babette Grissom, also known as Granny Babette, a sixty-year-old black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. At first glance, Granny Babette looks like any of the charming old ladies you might run into your local black church. She's lovely, friendly, well-dressed, and deeply concerned about her community. Granny Babette doesn't have a family, so c...
My first full year of college was over with and I found myself driving to my grandparents for the summer. The 'conversation' I had a day earlier with my folks was fresh in my mind... reminding me why I was making this drive. I could still hear my mother's condescending voice, "Nathan... NO your name is NOT Nancy! Your name YOUNG MAN is Nathan. I didn't car...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hi again, folks, Lady D here! This section took a lot longer to finish than I expected. Like all the other parts, I wrote it over a year ago in February. When I got around to it this January, I didn't like it, so I threw it in the swamp, and rewrote it. That version sucked less, but it still sucked, so I thre...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the antepenultimate chapter of the Back to Hell! I was just going to use the word 'pen-penultimate' up there, but 1) research is fun, and I like the word 'antepenultimate', and 2) 'pen-pen'-ultimate might confuse those Evangelion fans who read this and expect a hot...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, gents and ladies! Back on my BS with another Lady D joint! Yeah, boyyyyyyy! (This concludes my state-mandated Flavor Flav reference for the year. Texas has some weird laws.) We're almost done with this field trip to good old Tarterus. Two parts remain, but I'm taking the rest of the month off to do a p...
[I have a custom when I'm editing a Final Draft. I will purchase a rotisserie chicken from HEB, for my own personal consumption. Since it's a reward, neither the kids nor my spouse get to have any. I will eat my giant chicken, while editing my story, and when I'm finished, submit the story for publication on the site. This Final Draft required two entire ro...