Raindrops keep falling on my head as I stride through the busy, crowded streets of Boston, Massachusetts. It's a late Monday afternoon in early September and feels more like spring than fall, mainly because of the hot rains we still get from time to time. It's times like these that I miss home the most. I am a daughter of the desert. It's who I am. I don't b...
The day started decent enough, I guess. It's amazing how quickly things can get messed up, seriously. Just in case you're wondering who this is, the name is Omar Saint-Vincent. I was born on the island of Grenada and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Been living in Canada for twenty four of my twenty five years. These days I live in the City of Ottawa,...
Interracial relationships are still taboo in the Republic of South Africa, especially between White women and men of other colors but I honestly don't give a crap. I'm living my life and loving who I want, no matter whose pride it may hurt. My name is Lara Weidenreich and I'm a young woman living in the City of Johannesburg, in the Gauteng region of South Af...
A Chinese proverb says may you live in interesting times. I've seen it on many of those fortune cookies they give you in restaurants, and I can't but smile every time. If you ask me, people should strive for the ordinary and the mundane and avoid the extremes that come with leading an extraordinary life. They'd live longer if they did. Who am I kidding? We a...
Chapter One Lynn looked out from the anonymity of her large sunglasses. There she was again in the back garden. Perfect hair, perfect figure, perfect tan, perfect family. She must have been in her mid thirties but she had the figure of a twenty year old. In this day and age she must have been the most well mannered person Lynn had ever met. Her husband was...
I stand transfixed by the scene unfolding across the street. A tall prostitute has left her window booth, prompted by a Dutch tourist with a rental bike. He's asking for directions to the Rijksmuseum, and the woman is showing him the way on a large map unfolded on top of the bike's handlebars. She's leaning forward, pointing out the shortest route among the...
This is story of Margi and Clyde – a good one, I think, different and not at all what I expected it to be. After my encounters with Andrea, angel of mine, and the second thing with Elaine, I knew that I had not finished with experimenting. Derek and I are drifting apart – or, at least, it seems that way to me. Nothing significant happened it just that there...
PROLOGUE Saturday - 6.30pm West Babylon, Long Island... 'Shit! Ow! Katherine mildly cursed as the errant suspender pinged against her thigh for the third time. 'Jesus! Why do guys love these damn things so much?' She made a final concerted effort, pulling the black suspender firmly down towards her stocking-top. 'Hah!' She proclaimed triumphantly as she s...
Original Story: Scipio Continuation: RogueAlan Forward: New readers, it would be best to go All the way back to the beginning put down by Scipio. Fans, I apologize for the long wait... I hope you think this is worth it. The next bit should be shorter and I hope to get it written and out quickly, but cannot promise anything, because life gets in the way. Ha...
THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN -- Volume Two. This is the second volume of the memories of British civil servant, Rebecca Seehofer as recorded in her journals and by the audio testimony as related to her biographer, Sybil Torricelli. Rebecca's career spanned the late 1960s to 1980s. The dates following the chapter headings give the da...