Imagine yourself coming home from work on a quiet night, the moon is full and the sky is partly cloudy, the scene reminds you of a werewolf's moon. There is a chill in the air and you are tired. You were busy and you are coming home with a very good feeling, you had a great day and you made a lot of money, more than usual. You were complimented repeatedly,...
A weary drifter wearily stumbled up to the Victorian style manor house, it was well past midnight; and the sky clouded over the visual moon and twinkling of each diamond. Giving the house an ominous look to it, the shadows playing on the trees as a breeze taunts the weary drifter. His hand grips at the lonely rail as a floor board under his heavy feet; creak...
Naomi Powers opened the front door to her dingy apartment. She tossed her purse on the table in the hallway and kicked off her shoes allowing them to land where they would. Her neatly ordered world was back to the chaos that it had been that night thirty-one years ago when she was just a baby. An eight month old baby learning to crawl. Through her mother's b...
Chapter 2 Cindy's turn at instructional exercises. -- Christy was going about her daily routine, washing, and dusting around the house. As usual, she was topless, wearing only a thong as she worked. The door bell suddenly rang so she grabbed her robe on the way to the door. She peeked through the peephole and saw George at the door with Cindy by his side...
The next morning we got up together. As he showered for work, I made him his breakfast, then took my turn in the bathroom. With the hot water running over me, hitting my nipples, flowing down over my pubic area, I thought about the night before. My love for my husband welled up inside of me as I thought of his unselfishness, his willingness to correct me and...
****************************************** Copyright Oggbashan April 2004 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. Edited July 2006 ****...
We arrange to meet in the lobby of a hotel near your home on a Friday afternoon. When you arrive, (I recognize you from your profile picture) I introduce myself, take your suitcase, and give you a short hug and kiss. I take your hand and lead you to the elevator. When we get to the room, I insert the card key and open the door. I place your suitcase on a c...
Hi there, mister. Oh, sorry -- didn't mean to startle you. No, I know; I don't make much noise and I came up behind you unexpected like. My bad. Nice camper; you traveling? Oh; I wish I could do that. Just get in a camper and travel all over the country till I found a place to rest. Lots of places I never been to I'd go, let me tell you. Me? No, I never...
When we awoke in the small hours, we smiled at each other. We knew we were a couple. I wasn't going to be afraid of people seeing me with the gimp girl. She didn't care if I was the strange French-speaking guy. I helped round up her clothes and sighed as I watched her put them on. I was already in love with her naked body. I hated to see it covered. She s...
The night was just getting stranger and stranger by the hour. Sara had far too many questions at this point. For one, how did she wind up in this bed? Did somebody take her there? (The fact that she was still naked made her hope it was a woman if that were the case.) Second, why were the beds floating? Of course, she quickly forgot about that question, as q...