When my husband discovers cum on my face after staying late to lend one of my star swimmers 'A Helping Hand', he demands to know how it got there...I never expected him to get hard listening to the explicit details. This story was inspired by a listener and is a follow up to the story 'A Helping Hand', retelling the events in a confession to my husband. He...
It's Saturday night and the gang is all here to have their weekly meeting. The place where they meet is Nick Angelo's crib. Nick is the founder of the group known as the Reformers. A group of young people who gather to discuss issues of relevance to their communities and try to find solutions to them. In today's age of apathy, corruption and greed, they seem...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan November 2006 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. * * * * * The following are fifty-word essays with random thoughts on a Christmas theme. The title isn't counted. 1. Peace at Christmas At Christmas we speak of peace on earth, goodwill to men. There is normally more goodwill...
Copyright Oggbashan February 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. * As an elderly widower I'm not as competent with computers a...
I was at my cousin's wedding in Croatia and I decided to go outside to get some fresh air and light up a smoke. The evening was nice and clear, a little bit on the cool side, but nonetheless, very comforting. As I was standing outside having a smoke, I noticed a couple walking out of the banquet hall and heading downstairs towards me. The woman was actually...
Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness; and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help feeling just a little guilty about the turn my life has taken in the interveni...
There are two ways to heal a man, heal the body by completing his mortal desires, may it be money or through the cravings of the flesh. The other and more suggestive way is to heal the soul by the means of pilgrimage and isolation. That's what my pastor used to say when my family and I went to church. I'm not a very religious woman, but I try to be, I do it...
Chapter Three The Home Depot, Weeks later Several weeks later I came home to find the lawn freshly mowed. I wondered about this since mowing is one of my least favorite chores. Patti met me at the door with a big smile, "What do you think?" she said sweeping her arm indicating the lawn. "Looks great," I replied, hugging her around the waist, feeling her s...
Under the dinner table Amber felt his hand on her thigh... and froze. Mr. Neil's fingers crawled under her skirt like fat spider legs. Was this jerk really trying to molest her, with her parents sitting inches away? Amber wanted to chop his stupid hand off. She grabbed the carving knife but her mother snatched it away. "Did you hear that Amber? Mr. Neil ha...
It was 'that' time of the year again, annual inspection of our rented property, I had been through hundreds of these inspections, no, you've got me all wrong; I've not lived in the rented house for hundreds of years. My husband's family own a shitload of properties, ours included, I had been out with James on holiday many times and had been around properties...