* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan January 2006 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 wit...
I stare out at nothingness. I am gazing into the void. I am supremely happy and satisfied. Even in the darkness the shadows are dancing. I feel such relieving gratitude. I am at absolute peace with myself. My relationship with the Universe so fulfilling. I love my role. I love who I am. Everything is so connected, yet distinctions remain. I am One and I am d...
The girls visit their doctor Amber married a silver fox, a handsome and generous business man. Her husband's new personal assistant discovered Richard liked young and beautify women around him. Brianna also found there was more than a new job to get excited about. An unusual arrangement led to Amber seeing Brianna's doctor in the first of their three stor...
We arrived home and Annie greeted us warmly, then stepped back to get a good look at me from head to toe, having me turn to see the full look. Satisfied with what she saw, I was told to bring in my clothes, put them away and then pick something pretty to wear as dinner would be ready shortly. Miss Maddy and Annie headed into the main house and I went about m...
Author's note Camille is 23 and lives just across the water from me in France. She is 5'7 tall with blonde hair, blue eyes, ample 36D cup breasts and a cute smile. We met online late one evening, her opening sentence says it all. This is slightly tamer than some of my other chats, but I still do love Camille's shyness coupled with her growing horniness. You...
Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. You must be 18 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 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. This is also fiction and as such is protected under the first amendment. Any copyrighted...
My Dearest, Darling Caroline, Well yet again I find myself writing to you almost immediately after putting the phone down. I just can't get enough of you! I find myself thinking about you all the time when I'm not with you. I can see every feature of your beautiful face in my mind, your smiling eyes, your perfect nose, your delicious, sexy mouth – all fram...
It was late. He had had to work very late that night and was very tired. She was still working when he got home. It made him sad that she had to work through the night and couldn't come to bed with him. He always slept better with her in his arms. He would have to content himself with holding her pillow instead and breathing in the scent of her from when the...
1. The blues. Something about that hot, steady rhythm just makes me want to take my clothes off… 2. Goth girls. Streaked purple and black hair, tattoos, a sexy little tramp stamp on the lower back, navel rings, tongue studs… nipple rings… ripped fishnets and high heels, dark clothes and dark moods. Makes me want to peel it all off and find the soft spots u...
Love is illogical. It's often found in the small moments where you are hit with the realization that the person in front of you matters more to you than anyone else. When they walk in from work and brush their lips to your forehead and pull you close. When you get in an argument and you realize you don't want to fight, you just want to make up. The fleeting...