Copyright Oggbashan August 2019 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. +++ "Ow! That hurt. It isn't large enough for my wrists, Alice."...
Vanessa stood looking at the desiccated head of the mummy through the thick glass of the display case, staring through her own ghostly reflection at the grotesque face of a man who'd been dead for over four thousand years. The bandages had been carefully peeled back around the neck to expose his head, and that along with the thin grizzled neck gave him the a...
My name is Lynette Adler. I'm 26 and I live in New York City. I'm a curator at the Guggenheim Museum of Art. I love doing what I do and all, even though it has gotten kind of boring. My home life was also boring; my husband Derek, a Xerox salesperson, and I had a very large rift in our 6-year old marriage. All that plus my overprotective, overbearing mothe...
As you know Chris likes to take photos of me in public places when I am wearing very few clothes and quite often I oblige him by wearing just a coat with nothing underneath it. Well this is the story of one such outing on a winter Sunday afternoon to the small town of Tenterden not far away. This time Chris also had the video camera with him. I wore my fur c...
Author's note: These are characters from my previous story, "Mach-2 Club". Here I've given them names but have not repeated their detailed descriptions. That said, this story is complete and stands alone. *** Over a year had passed since David and Penelope had met on a flight from Heathrow to JFK. Sadly, the site of their first tryst, the sleek, fast Conco...
Tim saw her waiting and immediately slowed down his pace, curious to see how she acted when she didn't know she was being watched. The problem was that she was always being watched, she knew it and she loved playing up for an audience. It was a warm summer night and Courtney had dressed exactly as instructed: light blue sundress, flats, and a sheer white ca...
My name is Lauren, I am a 34-year old art teacher with a true passion for the modern arts. Although I can -- to some degree -- appreciate all 19th and 20th century artists, I am an especially big fan of the impressionism and post-impressionism movements. Monet, Renoir, Rousseau, Gauguin, van Gogh... Therefore, it should come as no surprise that I have a gol...
What's up, people? I smile to myself as I greet before this way, instead of saying As Salam Alaikum, the typical Muslim greeting. I blame my lover Stefano Saint-Mathieu for that. The tall, burly and roughly handsome Haitian has a certain effect on me, what can I say? The things I do for love, I guess. My name is Maimuna Jibril and I'm a tall, curvy and sexy,...
Maria could hear the sound of her own, heavy breathing against the silence of the vast museum around her. She looked up at Max, standing in front of her, his cock still half-swollen. He looked incredible, with his hard abs and pecs, hardly a trace of fat on his body. He smiled at her, effortlessly. His eyes were dark and...somehow wise...despite his young ap...
Kitten sees Daddy across the square, waiting outside the museum for her. She plots her attack, staying out of sight, sneaking around behind him before she pounces. At the last second she shouts, "Daddy!" He turns just in time to see Kitten jumping at him with arms wide and catches her. "You got me!" He says, almost knocked to the floor and after a few mome...