It had been years since I had since one of my ex-girlfriends, and as we had both moved on and found happiness elsewhere after our mutual decision to stop seeing each other, we had stayed friends in a casual once-in-a-while e-mail or chat. We had started dating after meeting at a Christmas party, where she had been standing alone sipping tea and being a bit o...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 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 all started in a dingy office in war-shattered London. I was worki...
I Love You, Dumbass; Take Off Your Pants: Prologue She surged her hips forward harder, then back again, and faster once more, forward, awash, as she was, in sensation. In the back of her throat she could still find the faint alkaline after-taste of the cranberry punch. Between claps, she could hear the uneven breathing of the room surrounding her and the g...
*** Authors Note: Part 2 obviously picks up where Part 1 left off. While I make the suggestion to read from the beginning, a couple of refresher notes: Characters previously introduced: Phil - Main protagonist. Wealthy 40-something white male who reshaped his entire life following a workplace accident. Has had a lifelong tendency to act rather impulsively,...
This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. This is also the last chapter in the story of Ian and Jess and poor Kyle. It's also by far the longest—the story as a whole is around 70000 words, and this chapter accounts for almost a third of that. It took a while—r...
It was a sharp intake of breath, followed by stifled giggles that woke me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered and I squinted instinctively from the light pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel room. What time was it? Late morning? What was I doing in this room? Ah yes. Sylvia and Carmen. The memory of the previous evening's events came...
//Author's Note: Huge thanks to my good friends KatieTay and SkullTitti for their help in translations and tone! This story could not have been possible without their patience and assistance!// Wren sat back in her chair, with her bowl of cereal resting on the top center of her chest, and put her feet up on the console. "So," she said, in between bites. The...
Remi stood in the corner of the bus shelter doing her best to hide from an intense summer squall. It in turn was doing its best to ruin the best efforts of her hairdresser's new style that had left her hair short and highlighted with silvery shades and pale golds. The rain had been unexpected and heavy and the increasing wind and distant sounds of thunder, l...
When A arrived home, there was a parcel notification in his letter box. He glanced at his watch and saw that he had fifteen minutes to get down the road to collect whatever it was. After signing for it and ripping open the courier bag, A turned the parcel over in his hands. It was wrapped with a plain brown paper that looked either hand made, or like the co...
Copyright PennameWombat November 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. ***** It had been a rough morning with the tag-team pr...