Pretty much everyone knows about Stockholm Syndrome - the name given to the condition that occurs when a hostage befriends or starts to feel compassion for his or her captor. I wonder if there is a similar syndrome for rape victims? I watched my wife being raped but she never told me about it and never reported it to the authorities. And even though I know s...
(Vikram Kak, though years' younger, became very close to me when he worked under me for two years. He is a Kashmiri, born and brought up in Delhi, lost his parents at a very young age, raised by his maternal uncle, an IITian from Delhi IIT. Being Kashmiri he has enviable flair complexion. He is tall, well built. In short he is a real 'hunk'. Many say, had he...
I love Black men. They're so amazing. And they come in so many colors, shapes and sizes. I like them all because I've tried them all. Tall, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Brothers. Short, stocky and hairy Brothers. Chubby Brothers with strong bodies and cute faces. Light-skinned and pale-eyed Brothers. Brothers with dreadlocks and beards. Bald Brothers. Bro...
This story is true. The town, state and names have been changed, but all of the events in this story and the ones to come are real. Swyer's Syndrome is an actual disease, and the effects I describe are actual. My Character "Jody", really has Swyer's, and she was 20 when I moved back into my childhood home. I was born in Southern Oregon and lived most of my...
"Del, don't forget the damn toiletries I put on the top of the list, and as for the strawberry cheesecake, it's in the bakery section of Walmart," Marla Curling-Beaumont all but shouted at her husband Delvin Beaumont. Sitting on the couch, the tall, blonde-haired, alabaster-skinned, somewhat surly and very pregnant gal flashed her husband a smile a shark wou...
Shelly's lips were firm and lush, and the breath from her nostrils smelled vaguely of ketchup and French fries. I thought it was the most remarkable breath I had ever smelled. Her hand went to the back of my neck and tightened slightly on the loose hair at my nape. Shelly's tongue darted against my lower lip for a moment, and my own darted out to chase hers,...
I watch Jenny arch her back as the current surges through her body and freeze the action to take a still shot. The screen splits. On the left side, my hand slowly turns the dial to shut off the juice flowing through the condemned woman, being executed in the electric chair despite her professed innocence of the crime for which she was convicted. As her body...
Thanks to Linda2953 for taking the time to edit this story for me and make it a much better read. Have you ever sat down and thought about a moment in time? Something or some time, which has stayed in your memory forever. I'm not talking about a wedding or a death in the family. Those are things we all remember. I talking about something insignificant to mo...
Henrietta was her name. Yes, I thought so too. What sort of a name is that? I am told it is the feminine of Henry. But I was yet see anything masculine about her. I used to do her window cleaning. It was easy to do being just a small bungalow. That is how we got to know each other. I thought her name was so posh and she must have come from a very cultured...
*** Author's note, this story contains strong language that does not reflect the opinion of the author. If there are more chapters... you may see the main character have an awakening to such behaviour. Then again if you read another of my later Tyreese stories you'd see that he already has. All characters are 18 years old or older, and all events are fiction...