Chapter One Gone Crazy Would nothing ever be the same again? The answer was no! Grimly, I glanced away from the mile-long line of people waiting for a handout of food from the FEMA wagons. Once again I made myself the promise that I would not be one of those people. I hurried on, but as usual, my appearance in town attracted notice, because I always brou...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 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 have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part-wr...
I was bored. Miserably, horribly, completely bored. When the fall semester began the drunken frat party that was Halloween on my college campus was the furthest thing from my mind. I was 28, unmarried, and teaching was getting stale. I was involved with my church group; oddly enough our occasional missions to forsaken hellholes actually provided me with a...
An ESL experience at a for-profit college in Thailand. BACKGROUND: Originally, I'd been in business, as an insurance underwriter, but left that occupation when my company was decimated by the "Great Recession" of 2008. The following year my wife and I divorced after a short, unhappy, childless marriage. I decided to change careers. Reinvent myself. Do som...
This is the fourth Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible -- Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but from the third story onward, the Convertible stories are standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. Sometimes when writing a story, help comes from u...
... continuing from Part 02 ... Chapter 12 Michigan Just north of the Ohio-Michigan border is the Coldwater Lake State Park, an undeveloped piece of land with a few trails on a modest size lake. I'd set this as my travel goal because I left Greenville, Ohio, so late in the morning. I pulled into the small park, and took advantage of the fact that my moto...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...
It happened over breakfast, in the Marcello household in Upper Elm. And it came from Johnny's sister. Without warning, in front of their Mom, as they ate their Corn Flakes, she said, "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" That's all. "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" And she let the question hang there. They were all at the table: their mother, Johnny's yo...
*** Author's Notes - In case you're finding my stories in my Supernatural Earth for the first time, the recommended chronological reading order is as follows: The Crimson Tithe (Optional)Vampiress, Mine -- OmnibusThe Snow Maiden -- OmnibusThe Creature Below -- OmnibusThe Creature Below - Omnibus 02Vampiress, Mine - Omnibus 02The Snow Maiden - Omnibus 02The...
Disclaimer: This is an erotic story, however your mileage may vary. You must be 18 years or older to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not at least 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. This story is fiction and as such i...