Ch 02. Michael and Hazel. Michael had never had much success with the female population. At college, he always stood at the back of the room and watched his mates flirt and dance. At university, he came out of his shell a little and dated a few times, but he always felt the girls accepted him because no one else asked them. He had been a change of life, af...
Morning story. The early morning sun lit up the berth as you sat up in the bunk, glasses perched on your nose in that sexy, schoolmarmish way. You checked your phone, glanced at me and smiled. Because of the Caribbean climate, we were both naked as usual, allowing us to glance appreciatively at each other during the night. We often woke early, both horny as...
Foreword Thank you to those who have taken the time to read my story and especially to those who have commented. I hope you think it was worthwhile. Writing is a strange experience, a compulsion which makes for hard work and leads to unexpected results. I've done my best to get this post finished as quickly as I can and have beaten my weekly schedule. But...
"Dammit girl," I muttered to myself as I tied my boots. "Your first time legally drinking and you get carried away..." I trudged down the stairs and locked up the house, let myself into Tori's. As predicted, she was sitting on the couch, watching TV. At least there wasn't a drink in her hand. Not that I had ever been a paragon of sobriety, but depression ai...
Rapunzel: Act I - The Beginning People have long desired to acquire things that they should not. Perhaps this is part of the human condition. Today it is the quest for money, or power, or fame. But once upon a time in an age long since passed there lived an old couple. Rowan the cabinetmaker and his wife Hazel owned a modest cottage at the edge of the Great...
Copyright Oggbashan November 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. * * * * * It started in September. I was out for the day with...
"What?" Hazel Johnson screamed "Yeah Mamma, it was her." Malik said. "And so I sat down with the woman and asked her where she got her 'white whore' and she said she took her from some big dumb retard named Clarence because he was so stupid that he shared her with this Jazmine woman. "That big dumb fucker! I'll kill him for this!" Hazel shouted. Hazel Joh...
Chapter 1 Meeting Hazel It all started when I, an innocent young eighteen-year-old, got caught out by a rainstorm on my way to a youth-hostel. I had decided to run away from home, where my mum and dad were always arguing, and from school, where I didn't have any real friends. I was totally soaked when a Jaguar XKR pulled up and stunning young woman offe...
Do you find that in this sometimes painful sometimes wonderful world of ours that life's pleasures are best enjoyed when they come unexpectedly? I do. That's how it was with me and Mrs Kellerman. Unexpected, and fine, very, very fine. I met Mrs K when I was staying at my aunt's house one summer. At the time immediately before I met her, I was in a kind of d...
This story is about my wife Hazel and how she lost her sexual inhibitions on a holiday in Las Vegas. She will tell the story herself, but I just need to set the scene before my wife takes over, telling it from her point of view. It's about our holiday in the USA, and how one guy thought my wife was a hooker. MIKE TELLS HOW IT STARTED My wife, Hazel is 22,...