TRUST ME Those are the words written on the third and final note that you're holding in your hand. You shoot a look at me filled with a million unasked questions and more than a hint of anxiety. Holding your gaze and smiling gently, I whisper, "I'd never hurt you." You smile gently in response. "I'm not afraid of you." Curling the note back and forth in yo...
You receive a text message that is short, clear and precise. A time and location as well as what to wear. You are directed to a hotel, a boutique hotel with eclectic decor, but large enough to provide some anominity. As directed you are wearing a skirt and a shirt that buttons up the front. Under your skirt you are wearing garters and hose, as the instructi...
Orlando worked out well for me job wise. I got the usual resistance from a couple of the managers to having a new female boss - especially one who could have passed for a sixteen year old schoolgirl. I worked hard to gain everyone's trust and confidence; they came around slowly. I had a nice bit of savings by now. I put some of it on a down payment and boug...
The Kirov Opera had made the effort to come to Melbourne for the Arts Festival - all 240 musicians and singers ignoring the dangers of flying over the Middle East to honour their commitment to Australia. So what else could we do but show our support for them, we being the gorgeous Cate and I. We went to the matinee performance of Salome, the Richard Strauss...
There is nothing in the world, nothing, that comes close to watching your sub tremble... Sometimes, it's the pain... We all know how that feels... When we have taken them as high as they can go... The pain, the pleasure, the build and then the body takes over... the endorphins, the dopamine all rush round the mind, the body... and oh how the soul soars. Bu...
My wife Christie and I used to own an old pull-out couch from when I was single. It was a horrid blue, and not very comfortable, and Christie really hated it. The one redeeming feature was that when you pulled it out to make a bed, but took off the thin mattress pad, it left a wire frame with square holes about 10 inches across. Christie and I discovered tha...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 830 word story in German 'Sonntagvormittags' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imagin...
They walked into the hotel room following an afternoon of sightseeing to change for dinner. Brie turned around the minute the door was closed and ordered him to strip. Mark arched an eyebrow, surprised, but without any hesitation began to undress. He was looking forward to Brie's demands tonight and removing his clothes was an easy one to satisfy. Her eyes...
********************** Copyright Oggbashan August 2006 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. ********************** "Hazel, why do yo...
Hmmm, no answer. That's strange. I knocked on the door again. Still no answer, and no sounds coming from inside. Mrs. Peterson knew I was coming, she sounded very glad when I told her last night on the phone that I could come and fix her kitchen faucet first thing this morning. I set my toolbox down, and went around to the garage. The door was closed, and h...