It was now late Saturday and Tim and Dot both knew this was the day Dot was to go out with Lee to a concert and then dinner. She was already dress for her date. While sitting at the kitchen table talking to each other the phone rang. Dot reached over her husband's head for it and knew it was Lee calling to see if they still had a date for 4PM only 20 minutes...
Monica, David, and Karly the cougar are back. Thanks for your patience. I'm putting this one back into the Erotic Couplings category, despite the Mature and Group Sex bits. Most of the sex is one-on-one. As usual, I thank you for taking the time to read my scribblings, and ask only that you cast a vote when you finish, and send me some feedback for futur...
Silently he sat in the great leather chair by the fire, a large man with military bearing and the stern demeanor of one who is used to being obeyed. He paused, his dark gaze giving no quarter until finally he curled his index finger and bade me to approach. I wanted to run, to hide my insecurities from his invasive glare, but it was too late. Inwardly I crin...
The following story was suggested to me by a reader, whose invaluable assistance in my rendering it to the printed page has been much appreciated. The story is dedicated to that reader. This is Part One of a three-party story. * We are all products of the places that we live. And assuming that's true -- and I believe it with every fiber of my being -- then...
"Where's Mackenzie," Tubbins asks for the third time since I scooped him up. He keeps looking behind us. The rest of the children settled into my wake when I kept running. After about a half mile, we come to the first split in the tunnel, and I set him back down. He looks like he's about to cry, and he's not the only one. I think they all can sense my unease...
(This story was inspired by a request as well as another story I read on this site and liked. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.) (This is a prequel to Part 1) We all think about doing it, parking in a handicapped spot while we run in and do a quick errand. What could it hurt? Well, if the few spots are now filled up, it means someone wi...
*If the only option you give your enemy is Death, they will choose your Death* (This story is sex-lite; be warned) *** For Salvador the day had started to fall apart shortly after ten in the morning. He'd spent the better part of fifty years ferretting out Marissa's secret caches of goodies and he was pretty sure he had gotten them all but one. Shortly a...
Copyright Oggbashan September 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 persons. ************************************************* Long Holid...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Being an asshole is not so much a matter of anatomy as one of social consciousness. ***** (Where we left off) "Bitch, did you just Taser my fiancé?" Orlando's...
June 9th, 1947 It was two a.m. and my eyes burned as badly as the cheap whiskey I was pouring down my throat. As fast as they were going down you would have thought I could convince myself that it was the good stuff, but my stomach kept reminding me different. Lou's Last Stop was filled with the usual crowd of sad sacks and lonely hearts. All scrambling to...