Author's note: This is the first story I've posted to this site in some years, but since I long ago forgot my old password, I'm using a new but related name. All characters are at least 18 years old. This is pure fiction, although as with most of my stories, it draws on personal experience. All background described is both real, and accurate. The story s...
Chapter 10: Her Transformation Monee wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying next to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, “stay,...
Gestapo Headquarters Paris Department A2 Friday October 10 1940 9:00am I woke up abruptly, aching all over. My neck muscles were killing me and I was feeling dizzy. The morning light, which was coming through the window, was illuminating my desk and face. I closed my eyes and rubbed them hard. I must have fallen asleep during the night while going through a...
I was fresh off my divorce and definitely in need for some companionship when I spotted her in the bar, the same one, McGilly's, that I frequented many a night when I was single. Thankfully, it hadn't gone too far downhill, and neither had the ginger that I met. She wasn't alone, mind you. There was some Indian fellow that I had never met before sitting ther...
The sun rose over the City of Johannesburg in the Gauteng region, bathing one of South Africa's most beautiful places in its golden light. Johannesburg, a world-class city which emerged on the world stage almost a decade ago during the World Cup, is home to a diverse population. Zulus, Xhosas, Germans, Dutchmen, Englishmen, Chinese, Indians, all make their h...
She'd had her eye on him for quite a while now. He came in to the coffee shop regularly with a group of noisy, laughing students from the Business School. He smiled at their antics, but rarely took part, seemingly more reserved. He'd attracted her attention as he was the lone Indian boy, in a group of the usual white Americans. He was his early twenties mayb...
The tribal practices of the American Indian were totally misconstrued by the pragmatic attitude of the highly religious imperial invader - that had inhumane behavior, as observed by the Indians. Unfortunately, the White man's behavior was identified after the damages occurred, leaving the bewildered Indian to use whatever ingenuity they could come up with...
This is a stand alone story, though set in the same universe as Delhi Nights. You don't need have read those stories for this to make sense, but there are some connections and Easter eggs to those stories for readers. GOA NIGHTS I I stood on the edge of the doorway, the whiskey in my hand forgotten and warming, the woman leaning against me an indistinct h...
Trying my hand at the tried and true storyline of a relationship between a man and his maid.. But with a twist with no actual sex between them. Hope you like it. Comments are welcome. ++++++++++++++++ I had just come out of a toxic marriage. The biggest upside was that I was free of a mortgage on the house we had that had hung like an anvil from my shoulde...
"Oh, fuck!" Zoe cried out for the fifth time as the slug shot out of Grace's pussy and into hers once again. Their sweaty bodies were laying on Zoe's bed, intertwined at the crotch as if they were scissoring. But instead of doing that, they laid together and felt one another share the alien tentacle that traveled between one another's womanhood. They had bee...