"Meet me at the Hamilton Suites at 6 pm Tuesday. I will have a surprise for you then. I love you and can't wait to hold you. I have made reservations and all arrangements with the hotel. Get a room key card from the desk and go to the room and wait for me." The email was short but to the point. Your heart skipped a beat as you reread it. You knew what day i...
She heard the knock at the door. Then voices, a brief conversation. Every nerve on her body tingled. She heard the door close. They were alone. She sat in darkness. It had been less than half an hour since she had knocked at the door and been let in by her man - and the hotel suite was the last thing that she saw. He had been waiting behind the door. It ha...
She felt good. Strong, in control, with the constant urge of her hunger to keep her on edge. She looked good. Her costume, her body, her presence were the bait for the trap that she was. The trap had never failed. Soon it would spring again. She searched for a man. A certain kind of man - a man who would fall beneath the spell of her imperious will, who wo...
Fake Memories of Burning Man * These stories are based on what I believe would be the reactions of real ex-girlfriends, but the situations are fictional. Names and details have been changed to protect their privacy. Burning Man is an enormous week-long art festival taking place in the Nevada desert. It combines large art pieces, music, performance art, a...
Motionlessly, Miranda knelt on the cold, black slate floor. Calm in appearance only, her mind raced over the events of the past week. She thought Master would have shown more excitement, more praise, more, well more than the disappointment she had seen in his eyes when she told him of her little idea. He was clearly displeased when she explained that he wou...
Halloween was approaching, and Ms. Jiggles could not wait to play dress up. Whenever she showed up to a costume party, women kept a close eye on their boyfriends. She always found that funny since their men would always make their way to her anyway, trying to sneak in some conversation. One Halloween she was dressed as an "Ass Goddess." One person, thought...
The highway seemed to stretch straight into an unseen point in infinity. Hitch-hiking isn't safe, sure, but it's the only way I can travel. I stop and work when and where I can I don't have a car, can't spare my meager earnings on bus fare or trains. So, I hitch. I'm as careful as I can be, given the circumstances I'm forced to live with. Truckers are usuall...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2005 revised July 2014 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 pe...
The unmistakable staccato click of high heels punctuating the conversational din first caught his attention. He was a regular here, often interrupting his commute from office to apartment by ducking into his favorite watering hole for a quick drink or the diversion of pleasant conversation. His visits had become even more frequent after the failure of his...
It was Friday, finally! They had a date scheduled with each other tonight, not just another date, but a special date. The week prior, while shopping together he found a very short black leather mini skirt. He held it up to show Tara, not expecting she would say, "Okay." "What?.... you would wear this?" "Yes baby, I'd wear that for you, give it to me, and...