By Philip Johnson Preface Company functions. They might be called employee recognition teas or award banquets. Or, it might be an annual picnic. The larger and more successful the company is, the more elaborate and expensive the function will be. In some cases, they are a great experience, but in many cases it's an obligation that must be endured...
Chapter 1: Graveyard Shift The cardboard box was surprisingly light. I had braced myself for a heavy weight, as much of the load that needed moving was heavy. I checked my schedule list again. This section of boxes should be jeans and trousers, but the room was in complete chaos as last week's shift were inundated with stock and just dumped boxes where ther...
LETTER IX I was obliged to break off my last letter, as the recollection of those two lovely creatures posing their naked and beautiful forms, all unconscious of a witness to their incestuous proceedings was too exciting for me to continue the description that day. Now that I am in a cooler mood, I will give you further details of the delicious scenes of wh...
I dedicate this story and the next story in this series to the dear and wonderful Chinese woman who suggested the idea. Pamela Poon loved Sydney as much as she hated Bummkrak, Qnsld. Perhaps it was the cosmopolitan nature of the city that allowed a Chinese teenager to feel at home. Definitely, the Queensland rednecks who still believed in the "Yellow Peril"...
"I finally had him last night," the tall dark-haired woman said excitedly as she laid out her towel, "and let me tell you, it was worth all the hard work." "You're kidding!" the smaller, but no less pretty redhead answered. "Mmmm, no I'm not. Derek Small is amazing." "So, my dear," the second woman said, putting a phony sultry tone into her voice, "dish w...
To all those who still believe in love, romance and the power of imagination. BELIEVE! Some have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love tonight, I'd hazard death tomorrow. – Excerpt from Passion by Charlotte Bronte "Tell her to get her skinny ass over here, right now," I fumed! "I already told the sadistic bitch to be here at 0...
Anna looked in the mirror and tried to channel the girls she'd seen in her brother's photographs. Since photography had taken off, her brother had gone around London, snapping photos of everything from noblemen to prostitutes, and she'd seen them all when he'd come to visit a month ago. She remembered what had struck her most; the look of the burlesque act...
The events of which I am now writing did indeed take place. My name is Eric, I am 35 and until now I have never considered myself to be superstitious, a believer of myths, ghosts or anything supernatural. I work as a doctor, so facts and what can sense has been my guide. My life was about to change forever. I had just completed a medical conference in Harri...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan March 2018 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 owe my entry into the pleasures of oral sex to an obscure piece of Victorian pornography. My fertile but stunningly inexperienced nineteen-year old mind was unsettled by reading the sexual autobiography of a 1880s era English aristocrat with a fondness (the term is inadequate) for womanly charms. The book My Secret Life, the author employing the pen-name...