Copyright Oggbashan August 2019 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 had completed my professional qualification at the weekl...
Trying to fight off the temptation to fall asleep, my tiredness was interrupted by the electronic shrill noise of the announcement "Easy Jet Flight number EZY8621 to Palma Majorca is now ready for boarding. Please approach the boarding gates with your passport and boarding card. We wish you a safe and happy flight and an enjoyable holiday." My holiday was a...
I -- Shireen's Pool Party "Dearest, are you sure I have to wear a swimsuit at the party?" "Of course, dear," I replied, "I am sure you do not want to look really out of place." "But this is Saudi and not the kind of dress that the locals permit," Shireen was adamant. "I know that, but we are in an expatriate compound and may as well be somewhere in Weste...
Most of the characters here are introduced in Entertaining at Home and the first chapter of this story. The more linear thinkers among you may want to check them first. As always, comments welcome and thanks to those who have. ***** In the end the decision was made for me. An apologetic Steve texted me about six on Friday evening saying they were going to...
Author's Note: The story's definitely shaking out to be four chapters, so there's one more after this one. For anybody playing catchup: After a chance street meeting, a kind-of-meek white guy and a part-time-college black woman go back to her place and fuck like weasels. Then they agree to begin a just-for-sex, no-names relationship. Their first weekend di...
========================== A Last Boy Scout standalone short story. This is an entry in the NUDE DAY STORY CONTEST 2015. Nothing earth-shattering, just a playful little story, with a couple of characters from my series The Last Boy Scout, and new friends. I hope you enjoy it. ========================== Jeannie was mortified. She wanted desperately to b...
The year is 1971 and this story was told to be by a co-worker who I assumed at the time to be a real bullshit artist. While he had a gift for storytelling, I later learned that this tale was true. *** 1. The scheme. The sudden gust of frigid wind practically tore the storm door out of Ed's hand as he went out into the wicked early March evening. An unexpe...
CHAPTER 1 - FIRST MEETING I'd known Jeremy pretty well for five or six years - we'd been to school together right up until I went off to university. He got a job in a local supermarket, and we caught up with each other from time to time when I was back home in holidays. I ran into him in the Easter break in my second year, and he seemed very enthusiastic ab...
My wife Martha was 30 and I was 32 years old at the time we became involved with the spouse swapping lifestyle. We are an upper middle class couple who live in a well to do suburb of a major metropolitan city. Both Martha and I were raised in upper middle class homes. I have a well-paid management position with a medium sized company in the city. My wife t...
"You will wear the blue skirt!" she tells me, reaching to pull it out of the closet. I am already wearing the corset; black satin, laced, long suspenders linked on to sheer black stockings. Fishnet, she says, is tacky. Personally I think the whole suspenders-and-stockings thing is tacky, and much prefer bare flesh, but then, it's not for me to decide. I am...