At the conclusion of a scope of work presentation in Destin, I dropped off my Executive Administrator Tammy at the airport so she could fly back to Sarasota. After much to do, we had decided that I should stay behind at my villa, for a day or two of much needed R and R. Besides, I thought: "I could pick up the signed originals myself before returning home."...
Wayward was standing at the curb with two giant bags. The cowgirl outfit and hat looked stunning. I found a place in the back for the bags and took the wheel. "Two different guys tried to pick me up in there." "Last time I let you loose looking that way." "A girl does appreciate attention now and then." Her smile was seductive. "Now you know why girls...
This is a two-parter, which developed a little differently for me than most of my other stories. This time, I came up with the characters first, then tried to figure out a way to have them interact. The final plot only revealed itself to me after I had "finished," requiring a little editing and reshaping so that the whole thing made sense. As with most of my...
Chelsea had been driving north for two days. She had no idea where she was other than being some where along the Pacific coast. She had stopped a few times for gas and food, had caught a few hours of sleep several times parked in turn outs along the coast close to the ocean. Each time she stopped, she paid with cash, wore a pair of large sun glasses and an o...
Erin sat a small table at her favorite coffee shop, Above Bean, facing the door. She looked up from her laptop, watching the wind sift through the trees, blowing the yellow and brown leaves off the sidewalk. Her hand picked up the beige coffee cup in front of her and she lifted it to her lips, draining the last dregs as she opened up her email. The door ope...
I woke up the next morning feeling my husband's erect penis pressed against my ass. Viagra always gives him such a wonderful "morning after" erection. I moaned softly and rubbed my ass against him. I felt John's hands wander over my tummy and up to my breasts. He cupped both my breasts in one hand as he gently rocked his hips back and forth. John fondled my...
Burned out. That's what I was on the occasion of my boss's 4th of July party last year. I was twenty-six years old, just three years out of UC Heritage's school of Business, a junior accountant at one of the most prestigious firms in the greater Heritage area, and I was just as burned out as a man could be and still drag himself into work each day. I had be...
Writer's note - this is the fourth in what is intended to be a series of short stories about April - a petite, attractive, mature, married, redhead. Each story will stand in isolation though the length and depth is likely to develop with each new story so it might be best to start at the first story and work your way though. Today April has an encounter wi...
Copyright Oggbashan June 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 had just enough energy left to change into my pyjamas and cl...
This is a complete work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead, is completely coincidental. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. --- The morning sun coming through the window woke Ryan from his slumber. While the fog of sleep still enveloped him, he wondered where he was. As he awoke, he remembered he was in Montana at h...