Note: If you haven't already, read Coworker Sleepover Ch. 01, which is a prequel to this story. We did get some sleep that night, though the number of hours we were having sex and the number of hours we were sleeping were probably pretty close to equal. When I did sleep, it was solidly and I was still pretty well out when she slipped under the covers early...
Copyright Oggbashan September 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. ************************************************* I wouldn't...
"What am I doing?", I asked myself for the hundredth time that night. "What am I thinking" was soon to follow. I don't even know this guy! True, I contacted him first... it's not like he started this. I was the one that read his stories online and couldn't resist contacting him. I had agreed to this meeting... he had even re-routed a business trip to meet me...
Your sleep was pretty rough: not sure if that is typical, but it made me want to pull you to my breast and rest your head there. I'd like to stroke you face with my fingertips, gently touching each and every inch of skin. I'd like to kiss your eyelids, and butterfly kiss you with my eyelashes. Maybe you'd be dozing, waking as some things felt better than oth...
Kathy was a 39 year old single mother who really only had time in her lift for work. She sold insurance and was great at her job, but it kept her on the road all the time. Being so into her job made it hard for kathy to find someone to date. She had been divorced for almost 3 years and had only dated one guy for a few months since then. Kathy had a 18 year...
She sat at the kitchen table, softly crying, and wondering why her husband of only nine months was doing this to her. My God, only nine months since he promised to love her and keep her above all others, to be faithful and true, and now the bastard was fucking his secretary. It had broken her heart when she'd sent his suit to the cleaners and found the charg...
>> This is a part of a series including my story Legs in a Coffee Shop. That story came first, but they can be read in any order. Ah, bookstores. I love to read, the smell of books, and I really enjoy those big two-story bookstores that let you get lost among the stacks. I can spend hours in one of those stores just wandering the aisles looking for a los...
I arrive at work the next day, late as usual, but it is what it is. Rushing once again to my office, I find a beautifully wrapped box on my desk. I set my things down and go to the present. The paper is a gorgeous shade of green - deep emerald - with silver swirls all over it. The package is tied with silver and black ribbon. It looks almost too pretty to op...
My day has been so long. All this running around, trying to make the entire world happy, really takes its toll. I knew when I got home, it was my time. My time to do whatever I wanted with. My time to make myself happy, for once. I climbed out of my car, slowly, feeling the weight of my day in every bone of my body. After checking the mail, and much to my...
I woke to the sound of running water and the smell of coffee. The sheets were wrinkled and still smelt faintly of Joanna, while a strand of her chestnut hair clung to my pillow. I threw the top sheet back and swung my legs out of bed, just as the sound of water stopped and Joanna walked into the bedroom. She had my robe wrapped around her and her hair piled...