Ich bin die 32jährige Ärztin Sabrina. Vor 4 Jahren war ich in Afghanistan im Einsatz. Meine gut schulterlangen naturgewellten blonden Haare passten zu meinen leuchtend blauen Augen. Mit meinen 28 Jahren und meinem bildhübschen Gesicht, und meiner Figur, bei 185 cm wog ich 68 kg, hätte ich durchaus Model sein können. Meine Pussy war rasiert. Eine Handvoll Bus...
When I decided to step outside of my relationship, I wasn't feeling appreciated by my boyfriend. He has an aggressive temper, and he spent more time watching porn and video games than showing me attention. He'd get irritable with me over small things, like leaving a McDonald's wrapper in his truck by accident, and despite ten months together, it felt like th...
"Really, Mother. That's really inappropriate. I probably shouldn't even have told you I'm pulling my hair out from boredom. I haven't been out of the house in days; Steve hasn't e-mailed this week, which is so unlike him. And these medical transcriptions are about to send me up the wall. But if I thought you had an answer to that—" "Just because Steve can't...
Storytellers note: Those of you that may have read my other effort (s) at this already know that I am not a writer and do not claim to be. I do continue trying to be a storyteller and I hope you can enjoy the telling of this story. It is a total fabrication of my mind. It never happened. Probably never will, but just in case, all persons are above the legal...
I want to thank my good friend Gerard Miller and my wife for their help in Editing my story. They unselfishly spent the whole weekend alone at our cabin editing my story. I was anxious for my wife to return home with the finished story so I could review it. I praised them so much for their work, they have graciously offered to take one of my stories each wee...
Chapter 5 The reason the bigwigs had not made me permanent Director of Research and Development became clear two days after my forced talk with Sherrie. I was offered my choice of that job or a position as Deputy Assistant Director of Western Operations with our parent corporation. That office was headquartered in Denver, but I'd be away as much as three mo...
"This is so wrong," Samuel Senghor thought to himself, as he looked at the beautiful woman slumbering next to him. Was there anything worse than a man hooking up with his best friend's mother? Lying on the bed, her curvaceous body stark naked, a fine sheen of sweat oozing out of her forehead, Fariba Nazari looked quite lovely. The years had been kind to her,...
Chapter 19 I couldn't close things off as quickly as I thought I'd be able to, so there's actually two more chapters after this one. I hope everyone's staying safe with all the pandemic stuff going on. Ron was tired and hungover in the morning. He was careful as he drove to the West End. He would be minding a man called Ramesh for a few days, until the...
Alright, I can finally admit it to myself. I am a Muslim. I used to be one of those people who felt a strong dislike of Muslims, until I fell in love with one. It's funny how these things happen, huh? My name is Solomon Kingsley Henderson, although many of my friends have taken to calling me "King Suleiman" in recent times. It's my Muslim name, though it's n...
June 17, 2032. Father’s Day. A time of reflection for some and celebration for many. For me, it’s a time of angst. You see, my father and I have a complicated relationship. A lot of people say that about their fathers, but I don’t think their stories are anything like mine. My name is Armand Saint-Cyr. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec,...