CAUTION: If you are a religious Christian, please refrain from reading this story. Potentially offensive content ahead. I. I was on my way across a field on a sunny summer's day, on my way to visit a friend a few miles outside the city. Suddenly, as I was about to enter a small forest, I was surprised to see something at the corner of my eye, standing at t...
The name is Jasmine Taylor, and I'm a young Black woman originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I transferred to Spelman College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, from Bay State College, a small school located in downtown Boston, and life hasn't been the same since. Even though the Dirty South and its ways get on my nerves as an outspoken young Bla...
1942, Brazil Sister Beatriz looked out to the hills as she often did these days. It was high enough she could see sky. She wondered if God was really there at this moment. These days, with Vargas as well as all that was happening with Europe, America, and Japan, she often wondered about it a lot. As an ordained nun, she was supposed to be faithful to the en...
I love to spank girls, and lots of young women come to me with their spanking fantasies. And there's nothing wrong with that. My name is Clarice Shillings and I'm an expatriate from the City of London, England, living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Life in the Capital region of Canada can be pretty boring for a British gal like myself, used as I...
A ONE NIGHT STAND. Petra has had a one night stand with Alicia but as it turns out, Alicia is somewhat reluctant to take things further. In this chapter we see them part as they struggle to put it all behind them, Petra gets married to a man but finds her desires for women are only strengthened by her marriage. Author's note. I won't be able to publish the...
Chapter 1 My story is one of dismay born of a shocked heart and mind, and who knows what of my soul, if such there is. Doubting was something new to me, specifically about my church beliefs. I had gone to church faithfully since shortly after I was born, my parents being faithful Christians, and attending the same church for many years. It was a good chur...
That was our last night at the Topkapi Palace. At the time, I thought it would be a few months, and then we should be back to normal; I could not have been more wrong. The morning following our night of passion, the Sultan marched south -- on the Damascus road. We said a tearful farewell to the ladies of the Seraglio. Calliope, the mother of the Sultan and...
That special night, with the banquet, the English poet, Will, and what had occurred between myself and my beloved Jess, afterwards, lived long in my mind. As things transpired, it was the map to the future that, at that time, I could not have imagined. The English would not return to Istanbul for three months. By then the potential heir to the Empire, the s...
This story is a work of fiction. Although it is dedicated to somebody very special Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. * * * 'Twas the night before Christmas, and I felt lonely and...
Secret #5 Betty was a beauty. Only, she was a woman who kept a lot of secrets. Let's recap her secrets, thus far, before revealing her 5th secret. Secret #1 Betty is insane. Secret #2 Betty works as a stripper. Secret #3 Betty was incestuously raped by her father and brother. Secret # 4 Betty is a lesbian. Now, looking at Betty, no one would imagine that...