Copyright Oggbashan August 2015 Edited September 2015 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. The information about genies is fictitious...
Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is...
Note: I am sorry about the second part of this story. I will never use a beta reader again. I will master the commas Master, is not an easy role for me. My mistress required more than an apology. I kneel at the keyboard, as I write. * The ship slowly approached the island. Sandra and Mary were on the second deck. They were in the dinning room, with the res...
Mahi always enjoyed the atmosphere of The Ice Dragon. Unlike most modern bars, it was pleasantly quiet, with the voices of Frank, Ella, Dinah and similar excellent jazz singers, plus the sound of small combos playing softly. Mahi's Indian mother and massively mixed-race father were jazz and classical music buffs. Mahi grew to appreciate complex and sophistic...
Chapter 7: The race resumes The excitement in the afternoon air crackled like electricity. Erika nudged her raven-haired friend. "What do you think?" Becky glanced at the blonde. What did she think? Other than not having seen much of Thomas lately, she thought that life was pretty much perfect. And she had Erika to thank. It was the blonde who'd found t...
Zanny 3: The Performance She didn’t know how long she remained on the floor, her clothes twisted and torn, her body aching and bruised from the rape, her emotions slowly ebbing back from the dizzying heights of shameful ecstasy she’d encountered, totally unexpected and shocking in their intensity. Now she needed time. Time to recover from her ordeal, time...
Friday, April 13, 1990, 4:30 PM I arrive at my apartment building on the northern outskirts of Seattle after walking home from school with my best friend Mike Bailey. We are just in time to see a small moving van pull away. I was aware of a vacant apartment in the building, so I assume I have new neighbors. Mike and I have been friends for as long as I can...
"...and if you are just now leaving the office, I just want to say that you are a huge LOSER..." "...that's right Flay, and from everybody here at WMAK, the mackin' radio station of the Queen City, we just want to wish you a happy weekend! Flay, did I tell you about the chick I'm taking out to the party over at Liquid Lounge tomorrow?" "...no, Rog, you did...
NOTE: I've been a fan of George Tasker's pulpy, over-the-top styled stories. He's kindly given me permission to write a story set in one of his universes, using his Agent Hooter and Agent Slut characters. The gist of the below story came to me in a dream and I felt obliged to write it and flesh it out. But this quick two-parter isn't slowing me down from com...
Chapter 1 William had been avoiding meeting his cousin Big D for he was not allowed to fraternize with gangsters. However, two hours after he left Karen's, Big D parked at a dark corner and William slid into the car like a shadow. They hugged and drove around a bit. William got what he wanted. Then he drove to Karen's. Karen was very happy to see him. Her...