Harddaysknight's original story is reproduced (with a few edits) here with his express permission for the ease of maintaining continuity for the reader. Chapter 2 is my extension after an exchange of emails with HDK. Chapter 1 by and with permission of Harddaysknight We were married the summer Donna finished college. I have never regretted my marriage, no...
Christmas Eve: Y2K Simulated flakes flutter lightly in sixty-seven degrees of southern winter. Yards away an ice-truck continues to generate faux snow. Palm trees wrapped in white-spiral, icicle lights decorate the walkway. Luminously tall, primary colored candy canes-compliment the topiary, fashioned in the likeness of toy soldiers. At the center of the...
Authors Foreword: Thanks for the private constructive feedback. This LW submission depicts two winners and a looser. Note that the sex is not hot. Please Enjoy. ***** Laura Abbott - Lar- was a moderately successful writer of formula gunfighter westerns and adult romances under two separate pen names. Her royalties from self published eBook publishers plus...
I was about to take the biggest risk of my life and the excitement and anticipation was making my clit throb and my pussy run with juices. I was about to have control of my body given over a comparative stranger for one whole night. I would have to obey him instantly and without hesitation in all things. I was to be his property from eight in the evening to...
"Congratulations!" Pixie said, and gave Karen Wagner a hug. The rain was coming down outside in a steady, cool drip, but the spirits inside were high. Karen laughed and said, "You should save that for Tamara. She's the one who graduated." Karen looked through the crowd as she spoke. Her daughter stood with Adam—that boy who suddenly interested Tamara so muc...
Somewhere in the city there was a piece of hardware that could locate the small slice of moon peeking in through the Westerly clouds. No human eyes could have found it, were any looking. In the old days, these final hours before the dawn would've been blacker than death. As it was, street lights lent humanity a measure of control over the darkness. To add to...
March (2) I quite like painting. It's a mindless, stress-free sort of activity. Unlike some of the jobs I've had, there's that immediate sense of having achieved something tangible. This morning, the room was a strange half-pink, half-blue hybrid like a newborn's room where the parents were hedging their bets. Now just a few hours later it was completely bl...
Christine Morgan jumped in fright and turned when she heard her name. To her surprise a tall blonde young lad wearing a grocer's apron stood staring at her in supermarket aisle. "Were you speaking to me," she asked as the boy licked his lips and stared. "Yes Mrs. Morgan, I'm Craig Smith you don't know me but I'm in your daughters class at school. I'm sorry...
Part 3 - Taking In Strays Chapter 7 - Checking on Jeremy As Las Vegas faded into the distance, I felt a strange sense of calm. Kate and I had just finished ten days of romance with an incredible wedding in an auto shop. After she was rescued from the diner on old Route 66, we agreed to take our lives one day at a time. And here we were, headed to our next...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2020 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. +++ In the late 1940s very few British people could own or run...