This story is about a city that sank beneath the fresh clear seas a thousand years before Atlantis was ever marked down in the myths of history. The Keneena City was and still is the second cousins in relation to the Atlantians, the Atlantians held the power/lifesouce of a blue gem/crystal that prolonged their lives and was as a living entity to the survival...
Nicole Stamson was a goddess. Or at least she thought she was. Nicole was a stunning, 22 year old brunette beauty. Tall, athletic, and with a feminine strut, she was nearly untouchable. Of course genetics helped. Her mother was a beauty queen in her day, winning pageants across the state. Her father was the President of the University and a ruggedly handsome...
Elizabeth Janson was a true American beauty. At 18, with her long brown hair, plump, firm tits that sat way up on high, amazingly luscious athletic legs, and squeezably round ass, she definitely had what it took to drive all men wild with passion. In her junior year of high school, her fantastic beauty and intoxicating personality had given her the titles of...
Reg was no normal shop owner. He looked normal except for those green eyes that seemed to glow when he bedded a woman. He had a certain taste in women. He liked them vulnerable and submissive...as it was with his kind. He was a born leader of times long gone by and was trying to adapt to the modern ways. So he found himself in this little city in North Ameri...
Oracle Three: The Rise to Ascension Raven's birth was widely celebrated and Osiris even went so far as to declare it a royal holiday and as Raven grew, each cycle the whole kingdom would have what was known as the "Hunter's Feast" where there would be eating, drinking, music, dancing and wonton lascivious behavior. As Raven grew, Osiris doted on her much t...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2012. 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. * "Bloody troubadour!" Leofric threw the scroll from the bed to th...
Save your breath, the firefighter told me as she tried to help me out from the rubble. I looked at the tall, crimson-haired and brown-skinned young Black woman, whose lusciously dark skin was covered with soot, and fought back the urge to smile. I don't breathe, I thought smugly and took the hand she offered. Fires in large apartment buildings like this can...
Lily Stone stood in her cell. Inside the largest women's prison of the state of Massachusetts, she was known as the Butch Brawler. All the other female inmates feared her, and with reason. This six-foot-two, 250-pound black woman was once a member of a ferocious gang from Dorchester. In the streets, she had a reputation as a fierce fighter and a deadly hustl...
Residence Life: off campus. Women 18-35. Live-in position, expenses paid. Pay negotiable. Contact Mme Anne. That was all the ad said. I know what it looks like, and if I'm honest, I may've known, deep down, what it looked like back then, too. But it was the summer of 2009-I had graduated in 2008, at the worst part of the Great Recession. I'd spent the bet...
The sharp clicking sound of Christian Louboutin heels hitting the marble floor was a single that Melissa Carson, The Queen, had arrived. She strode through the office like it was a runway, men and women alike turned their attention from their boring workloads to steal a glance of the striking woman as she strode by. They saw her quite often, but it didn't ma...