Claire Dailey applied just a hint of lip gloss and examined her work in the makeup mirror. She liked what she saw. Tonight was date night. Without fail, every other Wednesday was date night with her husband Ryan. The three or four hours spent together were intended to be a departure from the routine; an opportunity to explore the unusual. The focal point was...
Chapter 2: The Next Phase This story is the continuation of the series that began with No Turning Back and ended with Pool Party Ch. 02. That represented the first phase of the relationship my wife and I developed with Nick, a person who came to dominate our lives for a number of months a few years ago. For those readers who are turned off by passive husban...
It started out like any other day. I crawled out of bed while Master slept, brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair. I did the few chores I normally started before he got up, and then made his breakfast. I woke him with his morning blowjob, kneeled beside him while he ate, and scrubbed his body in the shower while he got ready for work. I made his l...
As a younger driver, I'd had an interesting relationship with cars over the first few of my driving years - and you could argue that I'd actually had quite good luck with cars - while at the same time arguing that I'd had rather bad luck with them. A couple of years after graduation, my best friend from High School and I were out together one afternoon run...
"Merry Xmas Dave" Albert said as he came up from the boat. He looked at Dave relaxing with a cool drink in his hand under the Moreton Bay fig tree and grinned "you seemed to have recovered after your long visit with the doctor." "I wouldn't be too cheeky if I were you" Dave laughed. "I seem to remember hearing you and Salome just a few yards from here last...
Festival Refuge Copyright Oggbashan August 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. +++ It was the early 1960s. The three of us, Ge...
Author's Note: I'm attempting something that I've never done before, telling a story within a story. I hope I haven't botched it too badly. Tanya, one of my new favorite characters, has recorded these stories in a Journal and decides to share them with her family. She is my People Watcher. Unless I stop writing, there will be more of this series to come. As...
Prologue - The crime. Nick and Don were both at university studying medicine. They spent all their free time together. Like all young men, their bodies and minds were awash with testosterone, and they were obsessed with sex. Every week they went out hunting, prowling the clubs and streets for victims. Many times they had caught a woman and taken turns to pe...
She closed the door to the van and cleaned herself up, clearing away the sweat with wet wipes and brushing her hair out again. Putting her bra and skirt back on, she looked around before opening the van door. She quickly sneaked out and grabbed her tshirt off the ground where it had been thrown, pulling it over her head before grabbing her panties and shoes....
Returning from a trip down the beautiful Oregon coast, Carrie decided to avoid Vancouver and take the ferry from Tsawwassen B.C. over to Duke Point on Vancouver Island. Being a small town girl Carrie did not like big cities, she was scared of them. The ferry was slowing up, preparing to get ready to dock, so Carrie decided to head down stairs to the parking...