Four days out of the office! How could anyone complain? The conference was over Valentine's Day but even that didn't matter as I'd been happily single for a while. I'd already made arrangements to travel to the conference venue together with Simon as his house was on the way to the venue so I had said I would drive us both there. Simon and I had known each o...
As Albert feels compelled to sing: "I am What I am, I am my own special creation, So...... It's my world I that want to have a little pride in, My world that is not a place I have to hide in! Life's not worth a damn til you can say: Hey. World I am what I am. I don't want praise. I DON'T want pity. I bang my own drum, some think it's noise, I think i...
The front door clicked closed as Ellen collapsed against it, exhausted and tired of the heavy air outside. The final two hours of her work day had stretched into meaningless eternity, made worse by the humid, thick blanket the weather was casting over the city, promising a storm any moment but never delivering the goods. All she needed now was to be alone an...
They met two years before, on the other side of the world. Tonight, Sunny and James both thought with bittersweet regret about how they got here - a third floor officetel on the outskirts of Seoul - Sunny, on the tiny kitchen hallway floor, wiped tears from her tightly closed eyes with a corner of her blanket, while James rested with one eye open, on his bed...
Peaches was already a near- daily fixture at my house. After the three of us had our day-long date, Samantha became a weekend fixture. Her boyfriend Danny either didn't care or didn't bother to notice during his beer-swilling, football, and video game marathons. This went on for the rest of the summer. My favorite times together were the mornings. Yeah, so...
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The name is Eileen Janet Calhoun and I'm a six-foot, blonde-haired and green-eyed, voluptuous young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am a social worker by trade and my husband Keith Calhoun is a tax lawyer. He works for one of the biggest firms in Boston. We both live in a nice house on Brockton's west side. This here is our story...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
My high heeled boots clicked against the pavement as I approached his door -- Russell Crowe's door. I was deliciously nervous. My nipples rubbed seductively against my black lace bra spreading warmth to my vulva. As horny as I was I reminded myself I had to remain professional. I was here after all as a voice coach. I had to train this incredibly sexy, deep...
"Nope, not Mai Linh. Their drivers are the worst. Look for a Vinasun" she said, grabbing his arm before he could call a cab over. "You sure know your Vietnamese cab scene. That's hot." She giggled and elbowed his arm. The rain had let up, and they'd met in front of a rundown Pho 24 near their hotels. His date was wearing an Ao Dai, a Vietnamese dress that...