The fever had lasted two days. The wounds on the harem woman's back had turned bright red with infection, and Cayn had been forced to use much of their limited water supply to clean them. Having spent so much of his life in the field, bandaging her wounds with the tattered remains of her clothing was second nature to him. His own tunic was all he had to clot...
A True Slut’s Tales: The Honeymoon Introduction: A true slut is willing to try anything once. I’ve heard more than one guy say that they’d drag their balls through a mile of broken glass just to see up my skirt. Oh sure I’ve got breasts that, like my ass, are more than a hand full. And my waist is tucked in so that most men’s fingers touch when they use bo...
These short stories are simply filler material for stories that simply couldn't be added to Silver Moon. They are unedited and simply knocked out for your viewing pleasure. I will indicate what chapter the mini-stories should be with as well. I hope you enjoy these as they expand on the main story. Oh, there might be some minor discrepancies but ignore the...
Annabelle smiled at Billy, the nervous young man before her in the living room of her large house in the upscale Boston suburbs. She stood up, slowly peeling off her executive suit, stripping down to just the sheer black nylons she wore, with garter, her trim torso naked, her slightly sagging boobs hanging over her tight belly. Her thighs shone in the dimmi...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan June 2018 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. ****************...
"Damn, did you see that?" Marcus said to his homeys, James and Antoine, as he whipped his head around to follow a red blur on the dark Atlanta Street. Both James and Antoine missed seeing the car that sped by. Marcus tripped over the leg of a smelly homeless man lying on the sidewalk. James and Antoine started laughing at him for his clumsiness. Marcus did n...
Save your breath, the firefighter told me as she tried to help me out from the rubble. I looked at the tall, crimson-haired and brown-skinned young Black woman, whose lusciously dark skin was covered with soot, and fought back the urge to smile. I don't breathe, I thought smugly and took the hand she offered. Fires in large apartment buildings like this can...
Damien had been stuck in traffic behind Victoria's limo for far too long. Finally the Fiat they trailed slowed right in front of the local Prestige. The capo bolted up from his seat with a Lucky standing out from the corner of his lips, muffling a touch of his words. "Damn... not ten minutes and already she is stepping up to slip behind Daddy's big desk. Nun...
Marphisa sighed as she pulled into the driveway of her mother's home. It had been seventeen years, but the idea of having yet another family get-together that included her mother's boyfriend, Piero, still repulsed her. When Marphisa had first met him, Piero had only been in his early twenties, about ten years younger than her mother. The whole situation hadn...
This is a fictional account of something which could have happened. Don't waste your time telling me you do not like the story. I would like to hear comments helping me write better. *** It was early 2000 when William Archer (Wil) negotiated the sale of his internet company with the help of his childhood friend, Jon Whishman. Jon attended college receivin...