I was sitting on the edge of mom's bed next to the only window of our little apartment, listening to music from my tiny blue transistor radio. It was my favourite relaxation spot - when my mother was not at home, because it was also hers and in her half of the bedroom behind the dividing blind. I liked sitting there, not only for the breeze, but mostly for...
Jane was our waitress. You could tell that she had some Indian blood in her by the wide high cheekbones and her skin. Every piece of skin that showed had a bronze tint. She was short and thin with wide flaring hips. Her low cut blouse showed plenty of tit as she leaned over the table to serve us. She caught me staring at the ample cleavage and gave me a lit...
My life took a peculiar twist eight months ago. It started one early morning, on the first icy day of November. I was standing with cold man Crandall in the lobby of our apartment building. I was preparing to step out into the cold when the double glass entrance doors parted and a young woman swept in from the busy street, like a tropical typhoon from the In...
Sorry for the long wait but my computer failed and I lost many stories in the different steps of production. It's just like a new beginning Happy New Year 2011 to all Dan Jenny and Sue easily settled in their new roles in Kira's palace. Sue was in charge of the hotel children care team and her increasingly bulging belly was a living proof that she was acti...
A dark story inspired by sad newspapers stories of teenagers stabbed in London I read the last time I was there. ------------------------------------ - Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. May I present you our new colleague, Mistress Kira Chowdhury? She had just been transferred from the Foreign Affairs Ministry. Please help her as much as you can to disc...
"Nice and neat upon her seat, with sensible shoes upon her feet..." Thus went the chant inside Gavin's head. His inner voice played out this rhyme nearly every day as he watched the woman now seated diagonally across from him. Every day that he chose to ride the bus home from campus he'd enter an almost filled bus. There was always only one vacant seat; the...
Katrina Kaif was at the Oscars after party, sharing a drink with Charlie Sheen. They were at the bar, talking and drinking. They had been at it for the last few minutes constantly surprising each other. Katrina, The Indian beauty looked at Charlie and thought about how different can a man be from the way he presents himself to the world. She knew something...
"Don't call me mixed, dude, for your information, I identify as black," I said to the wannabe super-fly Latino dude in the Durag who stepped up to me. That fateful morning, I was at Bayview Station, waiting for the O-Train which would take me to the Carleton University campus. After hollering at me in Spanish, a language I do not speak, the bozo finally deci...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. This story is a loosely based sequel to my story 'Fine Time' from last year. I had no plans of ever writing a second part after it was finished. A reader who loved the story so much, sent me some ideas to carry the story on and this...
Australian Katrina Boswell arrived at LA airport to be greeted by an assistant PR person, camera-woman and soundperson. Away to their right the candidate from the United Kingdom, actress and novelist Lisa Roughbottom, was besieged by the media, the CEO of the contest sponsors and a busload of semi-professional actors hired to create an orgy of excess in the...