After forty days in this desert of a country without seeing a single woman, let alone physical contact, Carl hungered for the sight of a woman. Any woman would do. The closest thing that one got to that in this country were the blue ghosts that walked the streets in little herds. They were completely covered in the traditional blue Afghan burqa or chador. E...
After a night of love-making I was famished! The evening before I had met a busty, blonde, and voluptuous college Fresh man in the dining room of the hotel. She had never been intimate with a black man before, but after our night together, I turned her into a true Queen of Spades. She had left my room before I awoke up. I assumed that she had checked out, a...
I first spotted him walking around the Bay Shore Mall one fine Thursday morning. What started out as yet another dark, boring mid-August day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, brightened up real quick for yours truly thanks to a certain vision of masculine beauty. Tall, lean and athletic, with chocolate-hued skin, short, curly black hair and a goatee. This one...
"What do you mean, I could marry her?!" Carl couldn't believe that his American wife was really suggesting that he marry her Afghan friend. Could she possibly be serious? Did she really want him to marry another woman? He loved his wife, and he had been willing to travel to Afghanistan for her but this... "That is the only way to save her." Lauren replied...
"Hello, Gina, I'm-" "I know, Major Brian Raymond Wilson. Carol has sent me 'Brian's' last email, which confessed everything. He didn't send it to me in case the insurance people saw it." "Sorry for your loss, Gina. I really didn't know anything about our daughter Alexandria. Carol explained Mark's email to me. He broke off all contact with me, his best fri...
I've leveraged the Hemingway canon for a few of my stories. And A Farewell to Arms is the only one left now. That is the definitive war novel; as iconic as The Red Badge of Courage. I was hesitant to try to cover it because we don't fight wars like that anymore. But my pal Richard Gerald talked me into at least looking at it. And in the end I saw that the...
He looked at the screen. A suave Englishman dined with a beautiful American woman. She had no veil over her face and her beauty was on show to all the viewers who had seen this film all over the world. This was the first woman he had seen without a veil, except for his wife and his mother, in many years. Excitement would have lit up his face, but in the prot...
As a medic in special operations, I deployed and worked with a large number of people. Most of which I would never see or work with again. Which is why it was so surprising when I found out the gorgeous woman next to me in class was someone I had worked with in Afghanistan. I was getting ready to retire and taking classes at a local community college in pr...
The life of a Vampire is often glamorized in the movies and television shows imagined by bozos who have no idea what Vampire life is really like. My name is Ibrahim Hassan. I was born in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, on November 9, 1972, and raised in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. On February 5, 1995, I died. From a gunshot wound while walking...
Dave and Susan sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. I love you. Dave watched Susan sitting there as if he had pulled her plug or pulled out her batteries. Emotionless, she was comatose. When most women would love to hear that, he say the wrong thing by telling her that he loved her. Happy one minute and sad the next, he wondered if she was a manic depressive. W...