Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- (v = - a Tr(k)). It took several days after my last contact with Angkor Maintenance Control to receive confirmation that portal travel between Angkor and Anora was possible. Several test modules were sent through from each end before both ends were certified for human travel. It was that evening that I decided to tell Raku, the monk...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 8: Turning Things On for Debbie Mum was back at work the day after Boxing Day and I went into the garden centre as I had arranged for some suppliers to make deliveries and I had work that I wanted to g...
You still feel a little numb after your long meeting with the lawyer late yesterday afternoon. This has to be some kind of twisted joke. Why would Uncle Dave leave his entire estate to me? I never even remember meeting him, and everyone in the family always told me what a horrible person he was, even if they wouldn't give me details. "Forget about him,...
They pulled into the drive which served both his rental house and his tiny house. Deeper into the two acre lot the storage building was located. That building had been renovated into a Tiny studio apartment. The House was in the condition previously described by Deputy Sykes. The roof had collapsed and the walls had crumbled. Since the house was occupied t...
It was during this period I was staying with my folks at there little house in town. My step dad has a big rig and my mom has her license so they were always off somewhere. They seemed glad to take advantage of the house sitter and be honest I was grateful for the privacy. My folks had a neighbor named Terry who had the most incredible smile and the hardiest...
A letter from overseas was in my mail box, a long lost relative wants to holiday here in a few months time, can she please stop with me for a week or so. The name and address are totally un-familiar, but Michelle had indicated that she did know about my father and mother and that she had traced me through the funeral notice in the papers. She had been to se...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2019/January 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. ************************************************* I wa...
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? Anyways as my regular readers are aware, I enjoy writing about characters with fluid sexuality. The old American west has an image of hardy settlers, tough as nails cowboys, and Native Americans fighting for their land. Howev...
This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. The story spans a period of about 5 months. I welcome advise on how to improve my writing. * * * * * I was a late bloomer. A very late bloomer. The first time I saw a lady nude, other than in pictures in Playboy and Penthouse, I was 26 years old. I...
"I never had no one, I could count on, and I've been let down so many times. I was tired of hurting, so tired of searching until you walked into my life, it was a feeling, I'd never known, for the first time, I didn't feel alone..." Singing along with the music, the top windows down on the SUV, music blaring enjoying the beautiful California scenery. Not a c...