Makayla came home a little sore from sitting hunched over her workstation. Her large brown eyes were tired from staring at the computer screen, and she rubbed the dryness back into them. Her latest project, a logo for a coffee house had to be revised... again. But that was something to take care of tomorrow. Right now all she wanted was a stiff drink and a c...
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...
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...
Saturday, 4.30pm. It was a typical November afternoon: the air was cold and damp, engulfing you in a chilly haze of greyness, and the ground was still wet from last night's rain. The street lights were already on, casting long shadows in the dull amber light and reflecting in the puddles like a cat's winking eye. She was huddled up against the elements in...
This is for you my dear... *kiss* From Part 2 I look over at the mirror, and see us, I sigh, softly, as I feel your arms wrap around me once more. What an evening this has been and so much more to look forward to this weekend. Part 3: I don't remember falling asleep but when I woke, you had moved to my side, curled up with your back towards me. I watched...
The conference had been boring and as he headed for the bar Jeff was glad to be out of there. There was a function in the other room, a wedding or something like that. He saw a number of the guests were hanging round the bar area ordering drinks. He moved forward to order his drink, as he did so a redheaded woman turned quickly and bumped into him. Her glass...
It appeared to be the beginning of one of those rather disheartening days. Ilsa awoke leisurely, knowing she didn’t have to work later in the day, but felt rather empty when she reached to touch the bed where Richard’s warm body usually lay. Richard, as was his habit lately, had risen with the sun and headed for the office. Ilsa ran her fingers over his pil...
It appeared to be the beginning of one of those rather disheartening days. Ilsa awoke leisurely, knowing she didn't have to work later in the day, but felt rather empty when she reached to touch the bed where Richard's warm body usually lay. Richard, as was his habit lately, had risen with the sun and headed for the office. Ilsa ran her fingers over his pil...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 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'm scared, Harry. I don't want to do this." "You agree...
Jess had worked for Jameson International for 5 years. She was middle management. Smart and innovative, she had risen quickly from her entry level position at the firm. About a year ago, she was included on a project team that would combine members of her London office with members from the firm's office in Los Angeles. It was apparent from nearly the beginn...