I awoke Monday in a strange bed. I also awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Eggs don't seem to have an odor, unless they have gone bad. I expected to see Moseby in the kitchen, possibly dressed as a glamorous June Cleaver but alas the kitchen was empty. Well empty of humans anyway, I found coffee in the carafe of the coffee maker. It was also still turne...
"Then tell her to go to the police...charge me with rape, go ahead!" he yelled. Al was out of his chair and flinging his arms in the air, he was so angry. "Dawn, I never touched her. I can't believe you'd think I'd do something like that!" "Why would she lie?" Dawn yelled back. Now she was out of her seat as well. She marched right up and stared him in the...
Later that evening, after they had eaten the lasagna his mother had brought, with salad that Dawn prepared and the rest of the wine from the evening before, he sat with her in his favorite armchair in the living room listening to his favorite Chopin pieces. They talked about everything, from the boys' schools he was sent to, to his stint in the army, where h...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person are entirely coincidental and unintended. _________________________________________ Liz and I slept in the Sunday morning after the resort's lingerie party. We were still in bed when our room phone rang. It was on Liz's side of the bed so she got it. I heard Liz's side of the conversatio...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2014 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. ************************************************* Long Holid...
Chris and Julie moved in to the small house across the road from our place off post after we had lived there for just over a year. Mandi and I decided to get on the waiting list for quarters on the post, and were just biding our time. At first we didn’t know anyone had moved into the house. It was a small place with one large bedroom, small kitchen and laund...
After noticing that around 90% of the stories in Interracial Love were about a black man with a big cock lusting after and seducing some white woman, married or unmarried, I decided to write something exactly opposite. So, if you are into the black men seducing white women, for whatever reason, don't bother with this story, you will not like it. If you want...
The His Royal Majesty Richard the Seventh King of 26th Century Britain had been kidnapped by terrorists, and the government was furious. The PM had ordered all agencies to concentrate on his safe return. As the two eye witnesses to the actual kidnapping, Steve and Omega the Kings special Storm trooper bodyguard, had been called to No. 10 for a private me...
** Author's note: This is an updated version of Part 2. Thanks to all the readers who voted so highly, and for all the wonderful comments. I told you the romance was coming. Please vote and/or comment if you like this piece. This is Part 2 of a series, and I recommend that you read Part 1 first, which has also been updated. * The next morning, I awoke to...
My name is Jeremy. The year is 1980, the place is somewhere in southeastern Los Angeles county, California. I was a young man with a good head on my shoulders but not much formal education. The ladies called me easy on the eyes. I had a handsome, well-proportioned body with a good set of muscles and an eight-inch cock that I knew how to use rather better tha...