OUR FIRST BIKE WEEK PIZZA AND PUSSY. Sounds like a meal fit for a king. But the pizza was for eating and the pussy for showing. I'd recently sold my Harley and some of my old cars, replaced with a used standard roof line Chevy van to pull a flatbed trailer from Illinois to Florida. Seven trips, each one just over a thousand miles each way, to haul cars and...
Lights high above you cast a flickering half-light across the crowd, the heavy bars, the oil-stained concrete. Two hulking shadows stand, immobile, across from each other. There is a bewildering pattern of sound throughout the arena: the hum of power cells, the hiss of coolant, occasional sparks, and of course the charged anticipation of the crowd. The hi-be...
Commander Jennifer Fielding was tired. No, she was totally exhausted but duty called and she responded as she always had. It was just another routine day in the life of a Naval Aviator and then all at once it wasn't. She had seen some heavy shit in her twenty plus year career but this day looked like it would take first place in the shit category. Her take o...
Chapter 02: The Dinner Comte galloped home as fast as his horse could carry him. He bounded up the front steps taking three steps at a time and headed for the dining room where the young man had his page gather all the servants in the house. Comte ordered half the maids to polish and clean everything to its finest shine, the other half were to fill all the...
This is a different kind of story, one that I have not attempted before. I would welcome feedback on it. I suspect that it might be too rambling for some but we all like different things and variety is not a bad thing. Any suggestions for future stories would be welcomed. My personal favourite theme is masturbation, but what the heck I'll try anything once!...
Copyright Oggbashan May 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. +++ I heard the key in the front door and went out into the hall....
Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Charles Dickens: "The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again." + + + + My doctor's words still echoed in my mind as I was driven home. "Sit on your hands. Take it easy. Nothing stressful. Walk, but don't p...
CYNTHIA'S AFFAIR 1 (of 4) It's impossible to pinpoint exactly the time when Cynthia Anders' problem began, probably because there was no one time, only a gradual development. As with most marriages, her's began on a high note, with romance mixed with the normal carnal joys of matrimony. Unfortunately, also as with most marriages, the real world intervened a...
Shree was introduced to me during a friend's housewarming party. At first look she reminded me of Madhu Sapre, a beauty queen in her era with a toned body, curly hair and a similar dark skin tone. As the party ended my friend asked me to stay back for a few more drinks. Helping him and his wife, me and Shree finished the housework. As the night grew upon...
It was Sunday night, the same day Adam and Sharon had matched up with Scott and Mandy. They had shared a very pleasant evening with their sons and had retired to bed. Shaz had a shower and Adam was reading a book. Shaz came out wearing one of Adam's favourite nighties; black, short and very sheer. As usual, she wore nothing underneath. He was wearing a pair...