Jane and I had just had another transatlantic argument about money. Its' what married people fall out about apparently, either money or sex. Our situation was unusual. We had both lived in the United States for a while but it was much harder for me to get work there so we decided to return to England. I was the advance party. I had rented a small house i...
Copyright Oggbashan June 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. This is a sequel to Missed: Fenian Outrage. **********************...
Like in most marriages, my wife and I had sex almost constantly for the first year or so. Then, as the routines of married life settled in, things started to taper off. It wasn't because of a lack of desire, especially not on my part. It was because my wife likes a very clean house, and started to get worn out from keeping up with ours. Before we got married...
Kirsty Dickens threw her oversized purse on her bed. Little Miss curled about her leg begging and pleading for her attention, but that was the last thing she wanted after another ninety-minute work-out session at the local gym. She was too tired to deal with a needy pussy, even her own. The creature was a reminder of her destiny as that crazy cat woman in th...
They say you can't turn a friend into a lover or a lover into a friend, but after making Law Review I didn't have time for lovers or friends. During seven months of writing editing and arguing round-the-clock in the little clapboard house off the Common where all the law review editors lived, my earning potential had tripled but my Nordic skin had turned a p...
PART FOUR - BODRUM - 4 - "What is it?" asked Gabe staring down into the darkness of the newly discovered tunnel as they stood amongst the fallen stonework of the Castle wall, "Where does it lead?" "I believe it is a ley tunnel," Dr. Gerard replied, "I've read and heard a lot about them, but never seen one for real." "What's a ley tunnel?" "Tunnels runni...
Leila was a belly dancer, not of the first water, but a woman who had taken up this particular form of exercise because of boredom. She had grown tired of aerobics, jazz dance, yoga, so why not? It was just another exercise trend to try and ultimately discard when it became too hard. Belly Dance was supposed to fill up those mornings when there was no more...
Forward: All the stories I write come from real adventures I have indulged in. And yes, I was, and remain a dirty dog. The last story from Germany is explicitly true with the exception of the names. You may find it disturbing, or you may find it a turn on. But the point is, as a very sexualized person, I have never shied away from experimentation. Please enj...
In my last story, "Encore on Barnes Common," Rachel, my platonic friend from my schooldays, and I had moved our relationship up a level following her catching me masturbating in the office. We continued the exploration of our sexuality in the car on the way home. Lisa, my American fuck-buddy condoned this new arrangement as she too was enjoying the attention...
I grew up like a normal pretty Turkish girl, meaning I was popular, and had all kinds of guys interested in me. And, I learned about certain kinds of sex at an early age, the kinds that girls use to keep a guy satisfied, without giving up her virginity. That may not be important in Europe or the US, but in Turkey, men still expect their wives to be virgins o...