The name is Marcus Pierre. A caramel-skinned, curly-haired and green-eyed young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm just a brother with a story to share. You see, although I look like an ordinary person, I'm far from it. I'm actually a superhuman. You don't get that when you look at me and I guess that's a good thing. Wouldn't want eve...
Chapter One Oregon Trial Wyoming Territory -- 1860 The trail had been long and hard in the three months since leaving Independence, Missouri. For weeks, no rain came, baking the ground into rutted cracks. The lack of rain had brought once flourishing streams to slow muddy trickles. Late June had turned hot and muggy with the forecast for July bearing no...
Copyright Oggbashan May 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. This story is set at the time of the Hundred Years War. Conversation...
Sumiko, my wife's best friend, is visiting us over the Christmas and New Year Holidays. They went to High School and College together; and visit for one or two weeks each year... even though Sumi lives in California, while we reside in Hawaii. Needless to say Sumiko prefers to visit us more often. They are the same age, 35; and stay in excellent physical s...
OK let me admit up front that although I don't think so, you would probably consider me an old man. Now this is not a bad thing, I mean I've always said 'only the lucky get old' and yet some wouldn't consider this lucky. As a youth, I always had an active sex life and only in retrospect, do I see a steady decline with my advancing age. I have found that ev...
This is a true story. A couple of years ago, I had to drop some relatives off for a flight at JFK. Before I left I checked the internet for any sex clubs in the area. I found them in West Babylon, NY on Long Island. After dropping off the relatives I made my way to the club. After paying to get in I felt awkward standing around inside. There was a main room...
"Alycen?" David reacted, seeing his ex-wife at the door. "The very same. Hi. Look, sorry about springing this on you, but I really need to get this off my chest. Can I come in, pretty please?" Alycen begged him. "Oh, come on, David ... give her a hearing, please?" Sasha pleaded with her fiance, much to even her own surprise. "Do it for us, please?" Trudy...
Author's Note: This was a hard chapter to finish because in my original outline 14 was going to be a Henry/Jasmara chapter and 15 a Drauken chapter. I thought the pacing for the story overall would work better combining them, but it made it hard to figure out which scenes should be in which chapter. I think I have it figured out though. Thanks to everyone wh...
My name is Patrick Alexander Perth. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at the University of Massachusetts. Majoring in law. Folks, I've got something to confess. I'm a racist. I just don't like White people. Seriously. I can't stand them. They think they're all that. They ac...
Tiaret looked at Aedinius. Then she looked at Jareth. Then she looked at the man holding a sword into her neck. Not knowing what to feel or how to react, she fainted dead away, the large man that was pinning her to the wall catching her before she could hit the floor. The sword tip at her throat nicked her as she fell, a trickle of blood sliding down her t...