All the characters in this story are fictional; any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead is simply just uncanny. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. * Ryan sat down and watched Jessi and Becky helping Suzanne prepare for supper. Under Jessi's and Becky's t-shirts he could easily make out the outlines of their bras. 'That's a first for this...
Salutations, people. Carol Siegfried here. I'm a young woman living in the City of Johannesburg, crown jewel of the Republic of South Africa. My parents Dieter and Maria Siegfried moved to the Republic of South Africa from their hometown of Heidelberg, Germany, in the summer of 1999. We've been here ever since. I barely remember Germany, and proudly consider...
Chapter 1: Memory Lane "I'd punch two clowns and kick a mime for a freaking drink right now," Shawn groaned. "I know. You've said this twice now baby, but we are almost there," consoled Vanessa, giving her man a sympathetic smile. The muggy summer night was uncomfortable and oppressive even with the top down on her skimmer. Even the wind was hot on their...
Dear Black woman, I want you to know this. I'm in love with you. I think I'm in love with you. I want to be in love with you. Am I in love with you? Can I love you? Can you love me? I don't know. So many questions. Who am I? I'm the Brother with the Ivy League MBA who's leading a Fortune Five Hundred company into the twenty-first century. I'm the Brother who...
"Hey bro, you walk around here like you think you're the man," came a voice, and I turned around, wondering who was addressing me. It was a rainy Friday morning in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario. Not just any Friday morning, mind you, but El Cinco De Mayo. I'd just had breakfast at the local Tim Horton's, consisting of a nice egg and cheese sandwich, overl...
Amisha smiled as she slipped off her sari. She hung it on the tree near the door of light, noticing the wet patch left by her excitement. Absentmindedly rubbing herself, she moaned gently as she remembered how she had stumbled on the doorway to heaven while exploring an old cave in the hills above her village. Manjula had dared her to go in and the rest was...
Just one of those days, man. I woke up to the sound of my roommates barking over the breakfast table, and they were their usual grumpy selves. Once upon a time, the idea of sharing a townhouse in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario, with a couple of guys sounded like a dream come true. Welcome to my nightmare. I showered, got dressed and got out. "Hello there,...
"Wahid, what would you do without me?" says my lady Nadira Singh as she lay against me, her lovely face covered in a fine sheen of sweat after some passionate lovemaking. I smiled and gently stroked her lovely face, then kissed Nadira on the forehead. What would my so-called life be like without her? I shudder to think. I found a rare treasure in this vivaci...
The City of Chennai, Capital of the State of Tamil Nadu, is a fairly conservative place, and it's been that way for eons. Among the peoples of the Republic of India, the Tamils, Kings of the South, have their own way of doing things and they don't bow down to the higher ups in New Delhi anymore than they did the British, generations earlier. It is simply not...
Once again I owe a deep debt of gratitude to Blackrandi1958 for her editing and suggestions. Her assistance has made this a much better story. * Sixteen year old Seth Thomas stood with his arm around his weeping mother's shoulder as the rail-thin preacher droned on and on with his sermon. Truthfully, Seth found it almost impossible to not join his momma in...