I moved into a new unit a couple of months ago. A couple of days after I moved in there was a Body Corporate meeting and I went along to meet my fellow owners. They seemed a nice bunch and the meeting was quite friendly. After the meeting we had a light supper and a general chat, during which I asked about available maid services. Sandra, the owner of a uni...
Many thanks to infructescence for her editing of this story. * It was hot sunny day in Gambia. Though both the door and the only window were missing on the corrugated tin shed at the backyard behind a bar in the outskirts of the capital city Banjul, it was hot as a sauna inside the shed. No wonder why the naked gorgeous Scandinavian housewife who was lying...
The feeling of being all right, of being at peace, of not being fucked-up, that had grown steadily from when Trinnie had woken up shivering and sweating only a few hours before, was coming to its peak, the peak she knew so well and which was all that made her life worth living. And then, so suddenly, it was over. An abrupt collapse into a state of sickness...
Tyrone had worked very hard, and very cleverly, to get his internet business set up. A business like that was not his original goal. The idea for that came later, after his original side job became very successful. His salary as a trainer at the gym paid the bills, but that was about it. He came up with the idea for a side job as a male stripper. He was tall...
It started out as a series of, what were at the time, seemingly unconnected events. I went out of my way to avoid Jumal and Gloria when the three of us were in the house together, but sometimes you just can't avoid loud. It was on one of those rare nights when I was in the den playing Hearts on the computer. The den is just off the dinning room and Jumal and...
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 am the lo...
Writing Smut for Profit: It's Not just an Adventure - It's a Job. Whoever told you that writing fiction for adult industry publication - for money - is supposed to be Artistic, Fun, or Easy -- LIED. Writing may look artistic, and creative writing certainly is artistic (that's why they call it Creative Writing,) but writing for a living - writing for publ...
Hi everyone! I haven't posted in a while, but I definitely have been having a lot of experiences. Best news is that I found a new adult bookstore to hang out in! I found out about if from a guy who I gave a blow job to in SECRETS in Jack London Square in Oakland. He asked me if I'd ever been there, and I told him I'd never even heard of it. It's a place call...
Time Travellers from the 1960's: Ted and Louise Chapter 1: Going To The Future Some close friends were very active in the 'New Seminary of the Future'. Robert and Frances were convinced that many of the medical advances which we all expected could not be completed within the ten or twenty year time spans which everyone was talking about. So they opted to m...
Copyright Oggbashan February 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. Inspired by Rudyard Kipling's Dymchurch Flit from Puck of Pook'...