I met her when I was doing the final year of my masters in London. I happened to be attending one of those parties thrown by a friend. The club was warm and comfy, lot of scantily clad girls and good music to go along. It was his birthday and we were expecting few friends to join us. I was middle of my second drink when I saw her and few friends enter the ro...
Chapter 8: Post-match analysis Author's note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. The story will make more sense if chapters 1 to 7 are read first. ********** At five minutes past five on Sunday, Peter and Jenny were sitting comfortably in the living room of David and S...
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...
Another boring day at Carleton University. The Capital of Canada can be a quirky environment. The only place on the planet earth where I can feel both invisible and the object of unsaid, unuttered hostility at the same time. Even on a campus teeming with East Indians, Arabs, Chinese and others among throngs of Caucasian students, being Black and male makes o...
(If you enjoy this story please consider leaving a comment saying what it was you liked, or would like to see more of. Feedback really encourages writers to add more threads!) You are Bob, a freelance journalist, scraping a living writing terrible pieces for the worst magazines, tabloids and websites. When you started out you had dreams to making your name b...
Wrote this story right before Christmas, Edited and proofread by my friend, TakeMeDown... ***** It was Christmas time again, and everyone was very joyful at the North Pole. Toys were being made on every table, hot chocolate was brewing and smiles abound. It was a beautiful holiday scene, with the exception of Dear old St. Nick being mysteriously absent....
Today has been a really bad day! I had to leave really early for my work , and I woke up about six o'clock, much earlier than necessary, and feeling stupidly horny for no reason I can understand. I shook hubby to wake him, so that he could bring me off with his tongue, after all, what is he for, if not to satisfy me when I need it? Would he wake up, he would...
Don't let people fool you about the life of a musician on the road. The gigs are fun but the driving is hell! There is nothing quite like climbing into a van full of "the great unwashed" and traveling for hours to the next gig. Really -- nothing (unless, of course, sour, unwashed body smells are your particular fetish). However, middle age, a marriage -- and...
Back in the day, the crowd she ran with had various opinions on the girl's capabilities. Her female friends called her fashion sense luxuriant; the boys thought she was luscious, and her swim coach, a horny bastard pronounced her a "deluxe model... It was no wonder that these three "L" adjectives were shortened into the nickname Lux. And, since Lux never...
"Rashid Jibril, I want you to know that I love you," Suleiman said, smiling as he pulled his arms around the tall, athletic young Somali Muslim man who meant the world to him. Rashid smiled back, and shook his head. All the love he felt for the big and tall, roughly handsome and gifted but terminally confused bisexual Haitian Muslim brother returned. Rashid...