Driving home, the events of the night rambled through my head. It all seemed like a dream. Had I really just had sex with one of my former students or was it some form of hallucination. I was suddenly brought back to reality as some of the warm juices left from our encounter oozed it’s …
Recycled Mummy
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan March 2006 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. ************************************************* June and I are hoarders, …
Alone at My Hotel
I am sitting on my hotel bed still holding the telephone receiver in my hand. I do not want to put it down; I do not want to let go of you. I imagine you are doing the same although it has been a few minutes since I heard the click that ended our nightly …