I love my man so much. And I love men so much. I never intend to be a bad girl, but somehow the bad has a way of finding me. Usually in the form of a well endowed man. They seem to sniff me out and i just go weak in the knees. I can't say no and some men just seem to know. I had bought a ticket for this show months ago. I had talked it up cause this was one...
This story involves mythological beings, some of whom may have worshippers today who could consider the story blasphemous. Please be warned. This is only a fantasy. A hat tip to the sainted Jimi Hendrix for the title—which presented itself only after the story was well under way, honestly! Now that I have your attention- A thousand pardons if my i...
Author's note: I didn't plan to write a part 2, but something inspired me. This is once again dedicated to C, who seems to provide me with so much inspiration. ***** I have to confess, I was more than a little disappointed after the disappearance of Camilla. While she wasn't the only motivator in my quest to get fit, that little throwaway comment she mad...
Yes... this is the following story after "House in Santa Barbara... Part One"... so I recommend reading that story first. Of course, you can read these stories in whatever order you want... have fun! ***** Day Two: Some people believe a vacation is a time to relax. Ahhh... not me! A vacation is a trip to a special time where it's essential to maximize the...
As I turned into Victoria Lane I contemplated the phone call that I had made a couple of days earlier, when I made my appointment. She had answered the phone with a low husky voice that raised expectations and aroused a weight deep in my belly, and I had been looking forward to this meeting for a couple of days now. The road was narrow and tree-lined, jacara...
(In which Inara must teach two more and meets her master.) As Inara groggily awoke, she became aware of the presence of two men standing over her. She kept her eyes shut and assessed her situation. The companion was lying on her back on some kind of bed with her wrists bound with what felt like plastic zip ties. Her legs were bent and from the cool air on t...
It was still quite warm and humid in Singapore as Fanshawe of Harris, Burton and Fanshawe got out of the taxi at the Raffles Hotel. It had been a long haul from the airport, not because of the distance, but the amount of traffic on the roads of such a relatively small island. He was expected, thank God and as he registered the Indian receptionist handed him...
Copyright Oggbashan for the three separate parts -June 2006; November 2013; July 2014 and October 2018 for the complete edited whole. 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...
The day crawls its way back into the arms of night as the moon soars over us; my dear we are together again. The twilight is the backdrop with the last of the sun's rays shining red, making your hair appear more crimson like your lips. My fingers intertwine with yours and you look deeply into my eyes. As you stare into the dark pools of my eyes pictures of o...
The Date I was in this funky limbo in between wishing the day would hurry and dreading that same end nervously. I had a date with a soldier I'd been crushing on for some time now. Damn, I'd been rolling along in fuck buddy status for so long, I wasn't even sure I could remember how to behave on a date. It was just dinner and a movie, but it might as well ha...