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...
Beth and Gary were both talking to him, and laughing at whatever it was he was saying to them. I had presumed that they were looking at the television but now I knew what it was. It was probably this old guy walking into the room that had gotten their attention. I couldn't understand Beth's reaction though. She wasn't moving and riding Gary now, but she was...
"My lame-ass husband Sandeep has gone to work, Terry, why don't you be a dear and come over?" Priyanka Chuttani said into the phone, a wicked smile on her face. On the other line, her Terrence Powers deep, masculine voice chuckled, and he confirmed that he was on his way. Upon hearing that, Priyanka's heart skipped a beat, and she positively purred with cont...
Brazilian discovery Ch. 07 By Dan57 and Riya How Riya parted with his girlfriend before her sex change Note from the writer : An idea from Riya : her separation with his wife and her slow degradation into whore. -/- Mr. Gupta's first step was to organize the marriage of Joan with Sulay. He didn't want a discreet ceremony like Europeans often chose. Joan...
Real life actresses portray characters in this story. Dr Patani - Disha Patani Blonde receptionist - Will reveal in next few chapters. ------------ A battered blue 2014 Ford Focus pulled into the parking lot off a beautiful glass building in South Chicago on a Saturday morning. The ten stories tall glass structure was 500,000 sqft off architectural art...
Fatima Bhatti sat in her living room in her nice townhouse in the City of Nepean, Ontario, watching a soap opera. She'd been watching Days of Our Lives for decades and could never get tired of it. Still, on a day like today, her favorite soap did nothing to assuage her mood. She was feeling quite lonely. After raising two adult sons and a daughter, and adapt...
Foreword: The Indian Girl is of course a Native American girl, it just didn't feel right to use the modern terminology when talking about her. Also I would love to get your comments on this piece or any other piece I posted around here. 1. The town's name has no importance; it's just another new settlement in the middle of the Wild West. The single dust...
5th of April 1919 Journal Entry No. 7: It has been exactly one week since my team and I left camp, but it has been no more than 24 hours since we disbanded. An argument over a situation that occurred back at camp created a raucous which ended in gunfire. Our group of eight became divided; white men on one and natives on the other. We were the ones with t...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONAL with the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. * I had woken up alone. Darby evidently had an early business meeting. Fitz had brought me breakfast and then screwed me rather nicely. He said Darby had given him th...
I hate Ottawa, Amina Samundri thought to herself as she walked out of the MacDonald's restaurant where she'd worked for the past year. Today was the last straw and the young Indian woman knew it deep in her bones. After one too many arguments with her racist manager Anne Tremblay, Amina got in the plump old French Canadian woman's face and told her exactly h...