It happened about twenty years ago, and it was, quite simply, the most intense sexual experience of my life. (Please allow me the courtesy of having changed names, not identifying the locale and dialogue as I remember it) I lived with my divorced mother a mile or two from where the suburbs gave way to the country, and right next to a small Baptist church. R...
FIRST TIME (2) – JAKE’S STORY My future father-in-law Jait Hoe recounted his early voyeuristic experiences as we sat and sipped beer on the balcony of his house in Sago Lane. Speaking in a matter of fact way, he began his revelations. “I was raised in Hong Kong. My family lived like packed sardines in a small flat in Sheungwan district. Living conditions...
************************ ************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2009 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. *****...
Chapter 01: The Beginning PRELUDE I haven't been a vampire for very long, only a little over a century. It was something one never sees coming, one most never hope for, but it happens more often than people realized back then...or now. THE EARLY YEARS I was a very good girl, I did what my parents told me to do, and I was innocent and from a wealthy fam...
My travels resumed with a vengeance. The following Friday I returned to find Linda having her period. Uncomfortable and irritable, she invoked the "if I can't have it, neither can you" model of familial relations. I flew off again. She picked me up at the Marta station the next Friday. "Jack, you don't look too good." "It must have been the lunch I ate. I'...
To the readers: There is no sex in this story. It's a story about a man and a woman and how they met and lived. It's a story written for Valentine's Day. The story is told by their eldest daughter. A special 'Thank You' to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1 This story is about my Mom and Dad. They both had passed a...
My husband and I have known Sgt. Smith and his wife Lyndsey for several years. The guys went through basic training together years ago, and then were stationed in the same unit. Lyndsey and I became fast friends, even though we were quite different. Lyndsey was 10 years older than me, but at 46 she was a knockout. She was an outgoing, tall blonde who had nat...
I almost didn't see him. I have this bad habit of walking with my head down – fear of tripping, I guess – so I didn't notice him until I heard his voice. He was talking to Emily, one of the other teaching assistants, about the head of the German department, and as soon as I heard him, my head snapped up. I wasn't expecting to run into him – he was supposed t...
I'd been debating what to do about the invitation for a week or so. My freelance writing was going pretty well, but it wasn't totally supporting me yet. I held a part-time retail job and did odd cleaning and catering jobs when I could get them to supplement my income without tying me down too much. For the day in question I had a lead on a catering gig I cou...
This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. I want to thank MiliktheRed for editing this story! * My wife, Yvonne, and I had been married for over a year when our first big challenge came along. Don't get me wrong, we had had minor disagreements just like any couple. Our ch...