Chapter 8: The Hero Remembers This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. * I remember that incident in Iraq quite well. It's one of my clearest memories. 5 of us in a Humvee were going to one of the Iraqi government buildings where I was working on the computer network systems when we wer...
The story is winding down to its denouement. The lesson is that decisions always have consequences, good and bad. And in this story all of the chickens are starting to come home to roost. The ironic part is that; as we live our lives we make decisions about the results of prior decisions. So it seems like we exist in this Frostian network of endlessly branch...
Author's Notes: Decades ago, I wrote this story under another nom de plume. Recently came across my original text with old photographs of my first love, and decided to refresh and update it for your reading pleasure. As always, all characters are eighteen or older. Please enjoy. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I recently attended my tenth-year high school reunion. It was good t...
(Once again my thanks to g1dnshwrgr1 for editing both parts of this story and from me the author please enjoy your read.) * "Do you wish to be free of my commands, Beth?" At first, I wasn't sure she had either heard me or understood what I had said to her. Beth's ass was slowly becoming accustomed to my intrusion now so my thrusts gathered pace. "Plea...
When I woke up, it was 6:36 am. I could feel a warm body snuggled up affectionately against mine. I listened to the sound of soft, gentle breathing and realized that it was Lyndsay. She had one arm around my waist and one of her legs interposed between my two legs. We were both lying on our sides and Lyndsay was spooning me. It was a warm, wonderful way...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2010 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. **************...
Introduction Charlie Fairbanks-Green, now calling himself Charlie Green, arrived in Manhattan from London to begin a new life without mom. He'd lived for twenty-six years with his mother originally Sylvia Fairbanks-Utting, who married and became Sylvia Fairbanks-Green and then two years ago remarried to become Sylvia Fairbanks-Morrison. Fortunately for Cha...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
The next time we would all get together was for our guy's evening. I did however meet up with the guys one evening while the girls had a meeting to decide what to wear, and hopefully how to act, at Giorgio's event. After checking and finding that none of us had any idea what the girls would be wearing we quickly got around to a discussion about the night w...
Doug's eyes peeled open to find his wife, staring at him. Her nails gently stroked through his hair, she smiled at him, warmly, sincerely. "Morning," he croaked through dry lips without returning her smile. "You were dreaming. You were calling my name and humping your pillow," Janice said with a playful but affectionate giggle. "Yeah well, I was so fuckin...