Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 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 all started in a dingy office in war-shattered London. I was worki...
Scott Payton hummed a happy tune as he walked down the brownstone lined block in the Park Slope Section of Brooklyn. It had been a good day for the architectural photographer, having spent the better part of it on a shoot at an old pre-war building up on Riverside Drive in Manhattan, and the night promised to be even better. The work week was behind him and...
Author's note: This story has a little bit of most things, but I thought I should mention that there are some water sports later on since that might be an unwelcome surprise for some people. It's not the focus of the story at all, and I hope that even if it's not your thing you'll still enjoy the piece as a whole. Ratings and any feedback at all would be muc...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to "A Week On The Lake" and "Snowed In." A few of the characters in this story appear in the "Lucky Cable Guy" stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, "so if that doesn't seem like your particular brand of vodka, help you...
This story in an accurate accounting of one our most recent adventures. If you would read some of our earlier stories you will have a better understanding of our life style and our real life experiences. ***** My wife Carla is a very beautiful, sexy woman in her early forties. She is 5 foot 7, with long legs, a narrow waist, flawless skin and firm breasts...
This being my first story I guess I should start by describing myself. My name is Andy, I'm in my mid 30's and I'm 6'1" and 185 pounds with short light brown hair and crystal blue eyes. About 6 months ago I got out of a long term relationship and was just starting to get back out in the dating scene without much real success. I've worked for the same compan...
This is the third Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible -- Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but from this story onward the Convertible stories will all be standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. Sometimes when writing a story, help comes from u...
(Author's note: chapters 1 and 2 of this have been previously published, so if you have read them already, feel free to skip to chapter 3) Chapter 1 -- Beginnings (note: this chapter starts slow, with a background story, if that doesn't interest you, skip to the stars ***) Hi. My name is Olivia. This is the story of how I went from secretary to slave to w...
Back in high school, the Travis McGee books by John D. MacDonald were something of a guilty pleasure. I came across a copy of A Purple Place for Dying at a cabin one weekend and finished it by the time we went home. Over time, I hunted down the others in second-hand bookstores. So, when I decided to write a story that had some (very!) minor action elements a...
A few hours after storming out of his office, Jay let out a low groan, rolled off of Stacey's sweaty, naked body and lay on his back in the tangled sheets on her bed. For a moment, their panting breaths were the only sound in the darkened bedroom. They'd gone to a movie after their $40-a-plate dinners at the Blue Room, and the second the theater lights went...