The Scholar 2: Embrace Salty air stung my nose. A cold breeze swept my blankets from me, then toyed with my nipples & pubic hair. Slowly, thoughtfully, a voice whispered, "Yes, I would like a taste of this form." When I tried to sit up, wind pushed me down. A man stood over me, surprising me with the contrast of his long, ripply gray hair & his tall, very...
"I like to think of it as a divining rod, sometimes." The man in black said, his voice gravely and hoarse. "Or maybe a pendulum." Several moments of awkward silence passed, and then he spoke again. "You see, I have to make hard decisions on occasion, and most often there is no right decision per se, only one that is less..." He paused for a while, looking...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2020 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. The women's conference in Mumbai was drawing to an end. On this...
After a grueling day at school, Mark Martinique heads home at last. Taking summer courses at Carleton University was not his idea of a good time. Seriously. The summer heat had the City of Ottawa in a chokehold and even though he was born and raised in the island of Haiti, in the heart of the Caribbean, Mark was affected by the heat just like everybody else....
Kyrhan just recovered from having ass fucked Kira twice. For her it has been the final step of her complete deflowering by her master. - Master, It was tremendous, I never felt anything like that. - You seem to have enjoyed it. Remember how you were frightened by it. - It s true, Master. I swear I will never doubt anything you tell me. - Will you obey my...
It was the end of the school year. Graduation had been the night before, and students had been coming into class one by one to drop off textbooks and say their goodbyes. It was approaching the end of the day, but there was one last student who had not yet come. She was his favourite student. She finished at the top of her class. She had a drive to learn an...
While attending College I met a lot of girls but none could compare to Mubjani. I feel very fortunate to be dating her because just about every other guy I know on campus wants her. Initially I had trouble being intimate with her since she is a conservative Hindu girl from India. Every time I made an advance or attempt to get close to her she resisted. Just...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan November 2005 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. * * * * * The following are 15 fifty-word stories w...
Another day at school, another day in Hell. She walked through the halls of the university campus, surrounded by...them. Everywhere she looked, there they were. The mundane folk. Everyday humanity. Seven billion and counting. This campus was a microcosm of all of them. Girls in hijabs talking on their cellphones, black guys in sports coats, Asian guys with c...
The music is loud, almost too loud, the beat pounding through your body. You're not so much dancing as jerking in response to the vibrations. Someone keeps handing you drink after drink, and you keep drinking them. Some of them taste weird, like copper, you don't notice much more than that. The place is dark, so dark you can hardly see anyone else. Here and...