Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Author's Note: This chapter is written with appreciation to all my readers. Thank you for your support. It has been a wonderful experience, and I write with a passion I had not known before. To the best of my ability, I hope that there are no grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. Feel free to give your comments on my story. It is so nice to be able to eng...
"Anyone planning to go to the Bicentennial Dance at the community center tomorrow night?" Josh Riker asked as he reached for the next to last piece of pizza. "I might," Stephen Scott answered, "if Laurie wants to go." Much to the annoyance of his friends, Stephen was practically incapable of answering any question without pointing out that he was the only...
I would have liked to have announced that I had the strength of character and will to walk away from Mrs. Looper after visiting her that day, but what is trained into a young mind is often impossible to change. I had to face this reality that day when I returned to her. I needed that red ball in my mouth. I needed to throw my arms back and watch her de-pant...
Day 75 At the sound of the doorbell, Jon jolted from his chair. Was he dreaming? Had he fallen asleep? Or had he simply zoned out somehow? That last was getting more and more common; he would awaken at work with no recollection of what he had been doing. Just today he had found himself in his car, the motor idling, in front of his parents' house, fumbling f...
Chapter 1: Gone Kyle Franklin narrating I didn't want to talk, so I blocked all phone numbers but family and work. For three months, I dealt with only Ayla and work. My phone rang. It jarred me awake. My mind was thick, my thinking was slow, and the ringing penetrated my thick skull. With a groan, I pushed the phone off the bed and rolled over, clutching...
Copyright Oggbashan for the three separate parts -June 2006; November 2013; July 2014 and October 2018 for the complete edited whole. 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...
Chapter 1 Melissa King was having coffee at a café with sisters Una and Donna, mothers of boys and both accepting the time to birth at least one daughter had passed. That's why they remained focused on with the progressive development from the cradle and the latest news of their 22-year-old niece Linda, Melissa's only child. Tears forming, Melissa told h...
"Here? Now?" There was disbelief in the girl's voice, as if she'd misunderstood. As if she'd misheard. As if she'd misinterpreted her new station. It was as if the conversation that had preceded the instruction had been a purely rhetorical exercise, or as if they'd been talking about someone else. She couldn't possibly comply. Not here. Not now. Abigail...
This story tells the events of "How Much Do You Think I would Bring?" From the wife's perspective. ***** I really CAN'T say that it was George's fault but his pornography watching habits gave me the initial idea. I walked in on him watching a porno of a wife auction. Usually I' don't care what my husband spanks his monkey to, just so long as he is ready to...