They had to look normal -- they had to blend in. Anyone noticing them on the street needed to assume they were regular people going on about benign tasks. They had to appear both amicable and nonthreatening; the kind of person you might meet, have a friendly chat with, and then forget about forever. So, the two beautiful women strolling down the street wore...
My name is Julia Hanson and I am an agent for a top secret government organization that investigates alien activities. For the most part I spend my time investigating dead ends and UFO hoaxes with my partner Josh Davis. However, a case was about to come across my desk that would change the world forever. It was three weeks ago and as usual I was searching th...
Roaches are generally scavengers. Homeowners nationwide feel that roaches are a threat to their family's health. Roaches live in a wide range of environments around the world. Pest species of Roaches adapt readily to a variety of environments, but prefer warm conditions such as found within buildings. In popular culture, Roaches are often regarded as vile...
Combatting sexism and patriarchy in the African-American community, that's every sister's concern. My name is Christine Soleil and I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Hartford, Connecticut. My parents Jean-Pierre and Lucinda Soleil moved to Connecticut from their hometown of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti when I was real young. As fa...
Luisa rather enjoyed being a housekeeper at the old Saratoga motel. It only had twenty rooms, was usually quiet and her hours were flexible. Today there were only two guests and no need to rush so she had started late. All rooms got checked and freshened up but she did have to clean two that had been used. The first went well but upon entering the second som...
This was originally the epilogue from Witching Day, but since I loved how succinctly that story ended, I decided to cut it out, but by the time I had done that, I had already written a fair amount of content so I reworked it for its own submission. This very short story requires no prior knowledge of any other stories in this universe. * Ingrid clutched he...
I was excited and happy, he was here. I received a text from him saying he was downstairs. I could feel my stomach churning and the sweat on my pores worsen. I really like this guy with passion, but I had to control my feelings as his mind-set was for sex only. I took a deep breath and shouted, "just sex, fuck, just sex!" which helped. I opened the door...
You have to be away for some years from your hometown before experiencing a real homecoming, and Charlie Nicholson did just that. He'd left town after stumbling his way through high school – remembered as the gangly kid with glasses, a sunken chest and big feet. – and now eighteen years later he returned to Scudway Crossing, a community of some 50,000 peop...
Carol's eyes fluttered open as if they were rousing her up from a dream. Again. Did she fall asleep? She couldn't recall. The last thing she remembered doing was lying down as her two lovers poured wine on her and... Her two lovers. She looked on either side of her. On her left was Henrietta. On her right was Katherine. Like her, they were completely naked...
My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge Universi...