****************************** Copyright Oggbashan October 2008 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. ******************************...
This is a continuation of 'The Trap'. It would be best to read that story (5 parts) first before reading this one although I will try to make this story as stand alone as I can. Background - Paul has been outed as a cock sucking sissy to his friends, family and work. He's lost his job, his wife and friends. Louise offers him a way out. Usual disclaimer. An...
GLISTENING **************************************** Chapter One, setting the mood **************************************** *front desk and waiting room for Dr. Prescott, specialist in...whatever brings in the most patients with proper private insurance...quantity over quality* *retail customer service ultra friendly voice* "Thank you so much for calling...
Chapter Six: The Seven Levels of Hell Monday was the most vile, loathsome day of my life – for no earthly reason other than having to be me. The first thing I had to come to grips with was who 'me' was that particular morning. 'Lance' had to put in an appearance at the office. Back to the old routine, go out there and make the big bucks. F Troop back to nor...
I decided to ride home that afternoon with the windows down and satellite radio off. The day had a surreal feel to it and somehow, the norm didn't seem appropriate. After many years of hard work, I was retiring. I didn't plan on just sitting at home, I just wasn't sure what the next section of my life would entail. My wife, Sara, had planned something specia...
Chapter 31 – Renee's assistant. Beach date Renee had just settled into life in The Circle, and enthusiastically joined the housing partnership, when a number of things happen close together in time that jarred us all, albeit in a nice way by the time things were through. Vogue magazine's Christmas issue came out on that Wednesday, and it was a big deal. R...
*IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ* The narrator of this story is a post-op FTM transsexual. "Hello?" "Hey, Michael, it's Trent. Listen, you wanna come over? See what trouble we can get into together tonight?" "Uhm... Sure?" I chuckled, "Why uh... Why so sudden, Trent?" "No reason. But I want you here. Now." "Okay, I'll see you in a minute, I guess. Bye...?" H...
"We need to talk!" The universal phrase that means someone is in deep shit came out of my mouth like the knell of doom. Sue stopped and looked at me for a moment, and then continued on towards the stairs, dragging that stupid little suitcase behind her. One wheel jittered from side to side as it always did, annoying me even more. "We can talk after I've r...
I had been working for a year straight. Our little California startup was blitz-scaling, trying to achieve a dominant position in a new business niche before the competition could get off the ground. At the same time we needed to become profitable before we ran out of seed money. We couldn't waste a minute. It was rewarding but exhausting. Every day was 12 h...
Twenty-three-year-old Kimberly moves into your neighborhood and is looking for you. Rewritten, revised, and continued from Chapter 01: I can't even ride the bus or the subway without some man standing over me and trying to look down my low cut top at my cleavage and my bra. Only, with me no one's victim, if only men knew that I was deliberately flashing th...