Copyright Oggbashan January 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. Sixty-one years ago I had given Margaret a Valentine Card. It...
I sat back in my executive chair, gazing up at the ceiling. I absorbed the hazy light, watching the fan spin in my brand new personal office - my very own company. In my lap, already fallen asleep, my secretary that I just hired yesterday. My eyes took a trip down her body and found my juices still dripping from her fully fashioned stockings as she lay, her...
Nothing fancy - just a stand-alone story based on earlier chapters + We ruled our world. Your choices were your own and the world wasn't filled with dour sanctimony. We were approaching the end of our private little peninsula, out to do some whale-watching. We kept a pair of beanbag chairs there and it was a perfect observation point. Of course, anybod...
"As a reminder, the church's summer picnic and soccer game will take place at Goodacre Park at 3 pm tomorrow," said Pastor Samson with a smile. "And now, I have one more very special announcement to make." I shifted with anticipation in my pew, knowing what was to come next, but still a little nervous. Pastor Samson was the best-looking pastor we'd ever had...
Jamie eventually stood, stepping off the blanket. I rolled to my side reaching for a napkin to wipe off the faint butterscotch ring around the base of my distended penis. I patted my buttery pubic hair. I dabbed seminal residue from my meatus. I stuffed the incriminating napkin into a cardboard box. Playfully swiveling his flaccid hose back and forth, Jami...
"I'm doing O.K.," I thought to myself as I continued to look over the books of my dry cleaning store. A business I would never have thought about getting into had it not have been for Carla, my accountant. She told me that I was paying too much income tax and should find a small business to buy. A couple of months later, I was picking up my cleaning when I...
The Bet—Day 5 Day 5 actually started late on Day 4. Shortly after I awoke from an afternoon nap, I received a text from Jared telling me that I was on my own for dinner because a family issue had come up that would keep him and Julia tied up for the rest of the day. I texted back that it wouldn't be a problem. I spent the rest of the day and early evening r...
All characters in this work are over the age of eighteen. This is the first installment of a three-part series. Please feel free to rate and comment on the story. I am always open to new ideas, as well as, constructive criticism. Thank you for reading and enjoy. It was 7:41 pm on a particularly rainy Sunday in August. Pastor Michael Bartlett had been drivin...
1 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Duart Point, Scotland, May, A.D 780 There are many things that can impassion the soul. For some, their souls are tortured and their lives serve to endure. And they die thankful for it. Then there are those that rage at injustice and see the future as a measure of the burden that they carry from the past....
Dinner was fabulous. The girls had done a great job in the boat's small galley and we all sat on the fly bridge in the late evening absolutely full and enjoying pleasant conversation and a quiet drink. The day had been hectic for me, in a sexual way, at least! The pleasure of making love to Mary in the morning and then the sheer lust of the afternoon, emp...