It was late when I got home, but with all the coffee I drank during my ride home I wasn't ready to sleep, so I went to my home office and started to plan for the meetings I would be having the next day. I worked for several hours, then went to bed and slept like a rock until my alarm clock scared the hell out of me. It took a few seconds for me to realize I...
My name is Georgie or Miss Georgie, but when I was a kid everyone called me Butch. I was born in Memphis Tennessee, on the poor side of town. While growing up I was a tom boy and would played baseball with all the boys. They never knew I was a girl because back then you could get away with that. I would wear my brother's cloths and a ball cap that hid my lon...
This is a story co-written with a woman who I like to refer to as my favorite GILF. This story, which may or may not be a one-off, is strongly based on our actual first time together. Our story will be told from alternating points of view. Keep in mind, just as there was a long build-up to our actually getting together, so there is in this story. Please be k...
PROLOGUE -- THE RISE OF THE STORM "Rainy days as I urge my fingers to jot Down, words so lovingly devastating; that I should swell beneath this body; alas To rise again; with the slightest spark; that Love is there to all." Chapter I -- what a storm! From a great distance, one could see contrasts. The nearer silhouettes, those of a man and a wo...
He was chosen the moment I saw him on the street that hot summer night. Tall, dark and handsome to say the least, and a young thing, surely of age, but no more than 20, I guessed, a tender and succulent morsel for seasoned predator like me. The wet warmth and pulsing tingle I felt between my thighs told me he was the one. I followed him at a discreet distan...
Boise, Idaho "All right everyone. Savasana!" their instructor said. "Do not skip this! This part of the routine is crucial. This is where you allow your muscles to relax so your mind and body can absorb all the benefits of today's practice." When she started going to Yoga classes, Paula Stevenson nearly quit after the first one. All of it seemed so...silly...
Part 1 The fog of one too many scotch and waters takes a few moments to shake even when the phone is demanding attention. It took three tries before my hand grabbed the infernal beast and jabbed at the answer button. "What!" "That's no way to say good morning to your favorite brother-in-law." "You are my only brother-in-law and I still haven't forgiven yo...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 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. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part-wr...
-------------------- Prologue -------------------- Mackenzie cursed under her breath. The rain had soaked her feet as well as the lower part of her stockings. She put away her flimsy umbrella and went to the ticket machine. The station was very busy, as morning rush hour was upon her. Most people barely gave anyone or anything a second glance, as they we...
Part 1- The Beginning It began in early March and Bob Collins was sitting alone at a table in the middle of the large meeting room nursing a single malt scotch on a Saturday night. His eyes wandered around the room noticing various people. He knew most of them having been to many of these meetings before. The industry he worked in had semi-annual meetings u...