Some of my reader have seemed to believe my past story were real. None of them were, they were fantasy. Maybe parts of them were real or inspired by real events but none were true stories. This story is based on someone’s real life, I can’t say it’s all fact, I didn’t take notes as she told it to me. I wrote it using my own voice, my own style, I didn’t want...
Dear Readers! This chapter is so much about Wogsi Gosiq and a fictional fact of the dark side Gemi and the light side Xeo. Yes, from the last chapter, you want to know what happens. First, you will learn more about the Gemi, but I don't like to write about the dark side sometimes. I warn that it becomes a shocked and brutish story. In this chapter it will...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * I'm Lucas Willman. The whole crappy mess in my marriage began just as a story about loving wives you already heard or read at least a hundred of times. Of course, even I had read it many times for me it was the first and hopefully the last time it happened in my real life. Not funny at all. My background is...
The continuing tale of turning our local pub into a place worth visiting. You will probably need to have read The White Hart and The White Hart Chapter 2 posted May and October 2013 to make sense of this. Chapter 4 is started ... no promises when it will be finished. I was out with workmates the next night but turned up early enough on the Thursday to...
Copyright Oggbashan September 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. +++ Some of my friends think I'm an incompetent fisherman. Ot...
Bobby woke to bright streams of sunlight filling the pastel blue walls. Tossing off the plush 600 count Egyptian cotton sheets he stretched and stood. In the distance he heard the pounding beat of contemporary rock music thumping some distance away and smiled. "There is a whole lot more to this lady than a perfect set of tits to be had," he thought. Looki...
The next morning when I opened my eyes I saw Mercy was just stirring. I got an idea in my head and reached over to stroke her. "That feels really nice," she said, "but we should save our stamina for tonight. Besides, you don't need any more practice. That was perfect." "It was," I smiled. I had trouble concentrating at work. All kinds of thoughts and scen...
I awoke to sun streaming through cracks in the curtains in a dense emotional fog. I had slept the sleep of the comatose. Where was I? These were strange surroundings. The memories of the night before flooded back. I felt the warmth of the woman's body close to mine. She was curled up in the foetal position, her back pushed tight on my chest. It was Rosie. I...
Lydia regained her senses a few minutes later. The three men had pulled out of her body but Vikash seemed to have some strength left. He carried her to the detention corner with cells for the arrested people. He used manacles to tie her to the bars of a cell door, leaving her hanging freely. The stress on her shoulders was terrible and she woke up quite fast...
Rosemund turned her head from brushing her raven-black hair its required strokes and gazed into the mirror of her dressing bureau. She looked at the reflection of the palmed hands where her bodice would normally be and stifled a moan. He held each nipple between a thumb and index finger and was applying rhythmic pressure. She enjoyed the feel of it immensely...