It was a conversation that I was not meant to hear. It was a Saturday morning in July and normally I would have been on the golf course, but two of my regular foursome had cancelled so the other guy and I had decided not to play. I was working in the basement on some home projects when I heard the back door open and a voice call out, "Maxine? Are you here?"...
My name is Joanne; we recently moved from the city to a rural area. I had been a nurse in a large liver and kidney transplant unit for about six years. My husband and I have been married ten years and we've never had children; that was our choice. The way things are going I think that was a good idea. A year and a half ago I discovered that he had been havi...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2012. 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. * "Bloody troubadour!" Leofric threw the scroll from the bed to th...
"Tell me about the ride home in the taxi." I said, as I nibbled on Sharrons ear as we lay in bed later that night. "Already told you." Sharron purred, as I licked her neck and stroked her back. "Yea, but tell me what made you agree to go home with him, and how you got so worked up, that you actually let him finger you in the back of a taxi. What was his o...
The envelope had been delivered under the door. An ugly manila envelope contained a letter, a plane ticket and a set of instructions. Inside the manila envelope was a smaller envelope with red writing in a strong masculine scrawl, DO NOT OPEN UNTIL FURTHER INSTRUCTED. Nira had studied the envelope and letter for hours in her little apartment in San Francisco...
"My husband won this trip playing high stakes poker in Vegas," Julia said. She was trying to make idle chit chat to take her mind off of what she was about to do. Her conversation buddy, the tall red head in the wrap around skirt never looked at her. She was shifting hangers in the closet of Julia's hotel suite looking for something appropriate for Julia t...
I slammed down the phone. The conversations with Tina were getting harder and harder. Why couldn't the woman understand that I need to make the money when it's there? These out of town jobs are just as hard on me as they are on her. I want to go home and be with her on the weekends, but I can't turn down the overtime. When this winter comes and construction...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
"You can be kind, caring, loving and tender; you have the ability to cradle us in your hand and take care of us, and you do. Yet you are not soft. You are a man of the desert, a man of these lands. Your sun darkened skin, your sun-bleached hair, hard muscles earned by years of fighting for a kingdom that you believed in. And you are angry, aggressive, passio...
It was a cool Saturday evening in June when everyone began to arrive at the resort for the reception. Orlando that time of year was normally quite warm, but that evening was quite comfortable. The resort hotel was huge, large enough to hold several events. Joseph was there for a conference, and as he walked from his hotel room down to the main corridor, he w...