(If you enjoy this story please consider leaving a comment saying what it was you liked, or would like to see more of. Feedback really encourages writers to add more threads!) You are Bob, a freelance journalist, scraping a living writing terrible pieces for the worst magazines, tabloids and websites. When you started out you had dreams to making your name b...
In 2007 I felt pretty lucky. Having just graduated, I moved straight into a position as a junior trading analyst with a top city investment company, that was doing really well. I turned up for my first day of work in one of the smaller towers at Canary Wharf, but it had an amazing view across the Thames to Grenwich. Things were going just fine until the fin...
I walk down the stairways, feeling recharged and energetic. I smiled deviously and said hello to Monee when I see her rushing out her room and down the stairs to meet with me. Her dark dusky colored face blushed when she saw me smile at her, and she lowered her eyes, feeling ashamed of what she did when I was asleep. I said, "Did you find your room comfor...
Hi everyone. This is Ankita Rao. The following happened to me immediately after my second marriage anniversary. Many of you may accuse me of being a worthless slut at the end of the story, but I am very very devoted to my husband and we share a wonderful marriage between us... I am from a typical middle class Indian household and I have had a good middle cl...
After a long time, thanks to the marriage of Raj's younger brother, all the friends were gathered in Bombay. In the busy life of grown ups such occasions are the only source of getting together, a must attended reunion. There was only laughter and memories to recall and tease each other. Gossip, fooling, roaring laughter, and what not; the grey whiskers seem...
"I love my Black men, and I happen to know there's more to the whole lot of you than the macho bullshit, lots more, that's why I do this," Mistress Africa said patiently to her new sub Raymond as she applied lubricant all over her strap-on dildo. The six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-skinned and curly-haired biracial young woman smiled with complete and utter sati...
Another year had just ended. It was now 2008 and without anyone noticing half of January was already over. I had left a day Delhi after Christmas for Paris, met up with my family and a couple of relatives in Peisey-Vallandry where they had all gone skiing for the new year, then travelled for a couple of days to a village on the Côte d'Azur and returned to Pa...
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...
Sarah's Picture Book. Sarah Maitland sat propped in bed under her mosquito net, a lamp shedding light on the outsize portfolio on her knee. Outside, night enclosed the Gangetic plain. India slept in moist heat. It was midnight. The book was precious and she had an opportunity to bid for it through Sotheby's, although opposition was being posted by the Metr...
There comes a time when the best of things, while not necessarily coming to an end, do tend to get put on hold. It happened to Sam when Ravs got married and left for her honeymoon, though Ravs was insistent on having him tag along. Sam knew that her husband would approve, but he also knew that it would not be the right thing to do. So, he stayed back in In...