Patrick M. Ohana
Bio
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
Stories (505/0)
One Pussy Today
What about yesterday? It’s also part of the story. I prefer one pussy at a time since every pussy has to be adored like a god, and no one anymore believes in more than one god. It’s not the same, I imagine some of you thinking or even saying. Just think about it a little more! Unless you don’t like pussy, pussy is everything. I repeat. Pussy is everything. Pussy also means yes since you can’t say no to pussy, and if you can, then you’re a prick.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Positions for Pacifying a Prick
Where do I prick you first? I forgot that I already did in the subtitle. Here’s a second prick, then. Ego is a prick and thus we’re all pricks. A woman can’t be a prick, some of you may still imagine. You didn’t meet my mother. And my sisters are worse. Luckily my wife was the best but she’s gone now, and thus everyone’s a prick. Myself included, of course. The title of the story already alludes to it.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Sex on Her Mind
There’s always sex on her mind. Or is it the other way around? There’s always sex on my mind. Apparently not when I sleep, but luckily I only sleep about five hours a day, except for Sundays when I can sleep for six. Ain’t that the truth. I will digress a lot, but it’s also part of the story, this so-called story. There’s always sex on Jenny’s mind now that I succeeded to get her into bed. This is not M or anyone else whom you may have read about before. This is M’s new narrator. Wait! you may think. Jenny’s his narrator. She isn’t anymore. She couldn’t take it any longer without M’s carnal love and took off, leaving M the following note. It was lying on his desk and I read it. It’s a strange note, to say the least, but I’ll let you be the judge of it.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
The Lost Sexual Course
We had finally purchased our first house. It was full of character and overlooking the ocean. Each room felt different. We both agreed about that. In the master bedroom — I called it the fucking bedroom since everything in it was asking to fuck you or be fucked — the furniture was protruding like a pleasing pussy and a pretty prick. I was the pussy. He was the prick. We loved each other so much that we fucked whenever and wherever we felt like it. For me, it was the heart. For him, the heart was surely involved, but it was the prick. Don’t get me wrong! I felt it in my pussy too, but my heart stole my inner show.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
When a Woman’s in Love
Carli is a beautiful woman in her mid-40s. I could write a novel just about her charm and everything else that’s easily apparent. But Carli is beyond words. I guess that you could consider her an angel and the one that rocked my world. But the story is not about us. It’s much more about another woman whom Carli fell in love with but only for a short time. How can one fall in love for a short period? I guess that Carli wasn’t really in love with the woman but only infatuated, smitten by what she had to offer. I was surely more than enough. She mentioned it all the time. But I sensed that she needed something a bit different. Perhaps someone without a prick, no matter how loving was the dick and myself in this story. Some background first for some perspective!
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Two Women
Everybody screamed when she kissed the teacher over her mask. That’s not even a peck someone must have thought or said. Most only considered the viral implications of such an act. A few may have rejoiced at the prospect of a lesbian affair turning into love. I simply watched and typed my interpretations of the so-called facts on my fucking phone. Thank God it’s over six inches along. Now! The facts! One. Unlike the pic above, they both wore a mask and thus a velvet peck is all that they could take and got. Two. The fucking microscopic program (you know, fucking COVID) must miss an End to one of its Ifs. Three. I love women much more than I do men. Four. There is no four except for love. Five. Please see Four! Six. We all know how to count. Seven. I wanted to end on a lucky note.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Woman on Top
A woman on top is like an endless extension of sexual ecstasy. When a woman takes this commanding position, the prick becomes docile but erect like a building. Movement is like a choreographed dance that both can lead, even at the same time with some practice. But the woman on top is the best love navigator, and every prick knows it at some point, and the sooner the better. Oliver was such a prick.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Why Do We Fuck?
I couldn’t title this, Why Do We Make Love? because the story wouldn’t be the same. Making love includes fucking. Fucking excludes making love, at least in the beginning, when the prick is praying. And when it prays, God is the devil. I’m only going to discuss fucking. There will be, of course, some love here and there for the initial atmosphere, but after that, it will be prick, pussy, and ass. Breasts too, but they are like lifesavers. Hands and feet are nice accessories. Finally, the mouth! It’s too important not to be grouped by itself. And it applies to both women and pricks. It talks. It kisses. It licks. It sucks. It lubricates. It gently bites. It sometimes swallows (I don’t have the stats). It has its own prick: the wily tongue. And the mouth can give more time. It’s a munificent type. It also comes in different sizes: the Big Mouth, the Good Mouth, the Bad Mouth. And bad can be best.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
A Social Network for the Departed
Think Of (remember) could be a social networking service, serving as a singular profile and communication forum where members would champion the lives of their departed, of individuals who meant and or still mean something if not very much to them and perhaps others. Think Of would be available to the general public from its online platform where members would promote the lives of departed individuals and thus create life links for those who matter to them and often others.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Humans
Impressions of Death
All trials are trials for one’s life, just as all sentences are sentences of death. Oscar Wilde It has been said that psychology has a long past but a short history. When it comes to death, its history is short indeed. Although death has been occupying the human mind in numerous fields for many centuries, psychology only began to seriously explore it in the past few decades. While Freud gave death a prominent place in the spectrum of drives and anxieties, most psychologists chose, perhaps unconsciously, to disregard it. Death only entered mainstream psychology when the study of adulthood started to give notice to the elderly and gerontology was born. The idea of death has somewhat developed psychologically, but it seems to be stuck in its latent stage.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Psyche
Consciousness Bound
We tend to regard ourselves, most of us, that is, as the species par excellence. Everything was created by God, so many of us believe, and this greatest being conceivable designed us to be special. It gave each one of us a brain that could think of itself and of myriad other things in extraordinary ways. Apparently, other animals were not awarded with such phenomenal aptitudes. We were the chosen ones, capable of practically infinite development that would lead us back to our Creator. But these brains inside our heads had to be more than just a mixture of organic substances. Thought and all that it entails had to originate from somewhere immaterial, a place where our consciousness could be relatively tranquil, away from the strains of existence. We therefore determined quite intuitively that our brains were separate from our minds. Dualism in terms of body and mind was widely adopted until the timely advent of brains like Hobbes, Darwin, Crick, and Dennett, just to name a few.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Psyche