"I got the job with Merrill & Anderson Marketing," Marilyn "Mare" Biao said enthusiastically, and the slender, short-haired young Asian woman smiled at her lover, Cain Zachary. They were on Bank Street in downtown Ottawa, catching up after Mare's second interview with a certain marketing company. Marilyn had been unemployed for the past eight months, having...
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Racquel had been asked by the State Department to smooth things out between several foreign nations and the United States. When pressures were mounting to a fever pitch, the American government had now resolved to send in a 'special negotiator' to get certain ambassadors to get on the same page as the United States - a porn star. As always, Racquel's missio...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONAL with the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. When morning came Gail and Victor had already left and I could hear Darby singing in the bathroom. I turned to look at the alarm clock. The fact that it was already 11...
Author's Notes: I've developed a rep for writing long stories. Really long stories. This is NOT one of those. It's perhaps the shortest story I've ever written and was born of a writing exercise I did with some fellow writers. I gave it a little polish and released it... like an appetizer while you wait for my next tome to drop. It's just meant to be a...
I was in college when I met the guy who introduced me to the kinky side of sex. (He lives in another city now, but we still meet up.) He's Chinese, well built, short-cropped hair, full luscious lips, a tattoo on his strong muscled calf, and sublime golden skin that demands to be kissed. I've always been attracted to Asian 'bad boys' with a 'mean look' and...
Peter knocked at Laura's door at 6:00 on Saturday evening. He was wearing his grey track suit over his maids outfit. When Laura and Steve let him in, they were very blasé with him. There was no teasing or cynicism. They simply spoke to him calmly and firmly, as though he were hired help. He almost wished they would mock and ridicule him, and draw attention t...
Salutations, people. Carol Siegfried here. I'm a young woman living in the City of Johannesburg, crown jewel of the Republic of South Africa. My parents Dieter and Maria Siegfried moved to the Republic of South Africa from their hometown of Heidelberg, Germany, in the summer of 1999. We've been here ever since. I barely remember Germany, and proudly consider...
十五 "How about an app for buying a ghost?" Man-bun Matty asked the table. His hands were raw, red with scabs and rashes, but he was in good spirits, hyper this morning, decked out in a golden traditional Chinese button up shirt and matching baggy gold pants and open toe sandals. He obviously had no fear of the cold. Man-bun was sipping on a thermos of cive...
This is a true story by the way. It doesn't matter too much, but I guess it's worth you knowing that. My name is….. Well my name isn't important. What's important is that I'm now in my late 20's, male, tall, fit, dark haired, blue eyed and have been told that I'm good looking. Got that in your mind? Ok, let's go. Three years ago, I spent about fourteen mon...