This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
After inheriting a small fortune you have created in a small commune town in the middle of no where Maine. The commune is designed to organize a community to cater to your eclectic sexual taste, but provide as small profit. You are the owner, administrator, and sole profiteer of the commune. Guests/customers will come to tour the ambiance, and purchase the b...
The Curious Tale of a Victorian Dalliance Alexi stretched out on the couch next to me as I pecked on my laptop. "What are you working on now, Gordon? Researching the light-bulb kings of 1930s France?" Alexi is a novelist; I write obscure academic texts. She's always making fun of that, but it pays the bills. "Very funny. No, you're always telling me to try...
What lays beyond life usually fills one with terror. The two realms were never meant to cross paths, but more often than not, the impossible happens. Vengeful spirits and creatures reach out from the underworld, regretful of their untimely deaths to the point of forcing the living to join them in their suffering. Such stories of tragedy are more than a few,...
My Secret Life, by "Walter", is the memoir of a gentleman describing the author's sexual development and experiences in Victorian England. It was first published in a private edition of eleven volumes, at the expense of the author, including an imperfect index, which appeared over seven years beginning around 1888. The work itself is enormous, amounting to...
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...
Views from the bathroom window while waiting for that memorable Chili, Pizza, Doritos and beer dinner feeling to go away. * The house stood high atop a bluff overlooking the Okanogan river and the little town of Jessup. The long dead builder's vision of grandeur placed it dangerously near the edge of the high bluff. Only a wooden fence five feet high stood...
It was early morning with the autumn light shining behind the barge as I followed the westerly flow of the canal through the sleepy housing estates with only the occasional dog walker or jogger wrapped up against the frost awake at this hour. I cruised on past Haslam Park and soon entered the open countryside of the Fylde. Great flocks of starlings swirled...
Anyway she seemed well on it. Money in the bank; a new mortgage and enough over for a first class flight back to Aussie to see the boyfriend. Tongues wagged and word had got around but she didn't seem to care. So it was urgent that Emma got to her to speak to her, got across the room through the party to ask for the number, got the number without drawing too...
I remember how much fun it was making out with my first "proper" girlfriend in my very first flat. She would come over and we would spend hours kissing, touching and dry humping but it always finished with my face between her spread thighs, slick from her many spendings and always eager for more! The flip-side of our relationship was that, although she was...