In late 2017, the modern world reacted with horror upon discovering that African migrants trying to get to Europe by boat got kidnapped on the high seas and brought to the shores of Libya, where they were sold off as slaves to the highest bidder. When the news hit CNN, RDI and other major news outlets, a lot of people were shocked, but Alia Sammad, a woman i...
The Difference Between Men, and Women: The word SLUT has gotten a real bad rep over the years. But being a slut is really just a state of mind. I knew back when I was just starting out in puberty that I was a head turning hotty, hell, most girls do. It’s just that at that age we have all of these idealistic fantasies about marrying some studdly prince mind...
Chapter 3: Lessons Learned Sonia went to snuggle up to her sister-lover and immediately knew something was wrong. Her normally affectionate baby sister didn't return her cuddles, she moved away. The sunny disposition which almost always had a smile on Lindsay's face wasn't there tonight. Sonia, being the stubborn little minx she was, was not going to let L...
I first became my wife's occasional girlfriend as a result of her putting on a little weight. As long as I had known her, my wife had been a comfortable size 8. After she received a promotion at work she began getting a little stressed settling into her new job and her eating habits became terrible at the same time she began foregoing exercise. As a result,...
Real estate tycoon David Aaron had a son who had fallen on hard times. When Jesse's mother passed away unexpectedly, the boy had taken it hard. He and David's late wife had always been close. Growing up, Gloria Aaron had always been there for her son while David was busy earning the fortune that would sustain them later in life. David did not neglect his chi...
Prelude The rain lashes against Caius's exposed face, bitterly cold. His unit had been on the hunt for weeks and the weather had been against them the whole time. Rain, sleet, and snow to wear them down, but never a break to recover. They were close though he could feel it. The tracks were fresh and the guides from the village where unusually nervous. The c...
(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography, part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent. Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down. I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew great...
As I opened the crate filled with age-yellowed documents, I had no idea that what was inside would change everything. I had arrived in Washington, D.C. three months earlier. Before that, I had been considered something of a prodigy: Master's in History at age 21, Doctorate at 23. In the next five years I had worked as a researcher, until I was offered my ow...
"Don't you dare slam the -- Damn it, Jaycie!" Tim said. Jaycie sullenly swung her lanky frame into Tim's sleek Mercedes, her arms crossed in adolescent defense mode. Her pretty face was now distorted by passive aggression, her dark brows knit together as if to meet her delicately pouting lower lip. Tim was often reminded of her mother when she looked like...
In the mid October sun, a willowy young woman, in her early twenties by appearance, heaved fruitlessly on a worn bronze door handle. The lock, a 1970s replacement, had yielded with suspicious ease but the door, as old and daunting as the Victorian Manor it was attached too, was stuck. Heavy with warn away carvings that may have once displays divine and mythi...