This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Copyright Oggbashan March 2010/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. *************************************************...
This is a continuation of the story about Merna. Really need to read first 8 parts to understand story. I get an offer from Keene Greta and I were awakened by a knock on the door at 9am. Greta wrapped a towel around herself and I sat up in bed. She opened the door and let a hotel employee in with several packages. He laid them on the table and handed Greta...
---------------- It helps to get a better picture of the events of the story if one were to read Parts 1, 2, and 3 before continuing here. Lou has been given a chance to try to redeem himself a bit from the misfortune that had been laid at his feet previously--losing his true love, being trapped in a loveless marriage, getting framed and sacked and divorced...
This story follows on from an earlier one 'The Midnight Meeting', using the same characters but in a different setting. **************** 'Come in, Matt.' Francesca Charlesworth stood back and held open the door for her newly appointed gardener to enter. 'I'm sorry John gave you such a hard time at interview, but I'm afraid he's a bit like that.' 'That's o...
Note: The following story was suggested by a Literotica reader. It was a busy day in the city. Tia had to make it to the appointment with her new client at nine thirty. She knew the way but also knew when she got there that parking would be nearly impossible at this time on a busy workday. The decision to take the city bus was the only prudent alternative...
This story contains details of wife sharing so you shouldn't read it if that annoys or offends you. * * * * * * * "Well Karen you've got another admirer." "What do you mean?" I asked warily, replacing my coffee on the table. I was at my local gym having the usual coffee and chat with my friends after one of our regular workouts. This was a mo...
The watching crows sat cackling in the skeletal trees as a cold October wind blew through the graveyard as Mr. Brannigan was put into the ground and laid to rest. We stood a ways back from the black-veiled Widow as she stepped forward and dropped her small posy of flowers onto the coffin as it was lowered then stooped down to grab a handful of dirt and thre...
"Right then ladies. Who gets the macchiato?" asked Deanna, holding up another Starbucks and peering at the name scribbled on it. There was a special ring of hell for those who wrote the names on cups at Starbucks, she decided, since she could neither read this one, nor the other one. The only one she could read spelled Deena, not Deanna. She sighed. It's not...
"Darla, what is this place?" "I have no clue Chrissy. But, it sounds fun, listen to that beat! Come with me?" She pulled my hand as she yanked open the dark glass door. We were out, celebrating my 22nd birthday and her 24th. There was loud music coming from inside, I went straight for the bar. I ordered us both a White Russian and left the cash on the bar,...