When I need to run away from the reality of my life in western Pennsylvania for a few days, I tell my husband that I need a break and I call my friend Richard. Last month, between the snow and the monotony, I needed to get away and so I called him. Richard was as excited as I was about my coming to visit and he told me that my timing was perfect, that the da...
I had been married to Leanne for 3 years and I guess you could say our marriage was perfect. We were both 27 at this point and were now trying for our first child, something we had discussed a lot recently. Leanne had just got a great new job and we had some friends over to celebrate. I loved Leanne from the first moment I saw her. Not everyone's ideal wom...
Chapter 5: Registration Before I knew it, my days to get acquainted with things disappeared. It was time to register the students for the upcoming term. I found the whole experience of registering students exhausting. Teachers had to be on double duty. You had to be available to the student's parents who wanted to meet their child's teacher, as well as givi...
~A Man Needs a Maid~ After a number of months living in Japan while on assignment, I decided to take a small apartment and leave hotel life behind. It looked as though the best offer came from my immediate supervisor, Hideki-san, who had a vacant apartment in his building, on the same floor. I was a little tentative about being so close, as Hideki's wife, S...
"I'm not going," I declared, face still flushed from embarrassment. Logan was trying to get me to go downstairs to meet his father but I absolutely refused. Due to his comment, it was obvious that he knew what we had been doing moments before and there was no way I could look at him or expect him to look at me like he didn't know. "Babe, I'm sorry that shit...
I first met Mohammad when I was a girl. He was 15 years older than me. I was 16 and he was the senior mechanic in my Dad's garage in Tel Aviv. I remember watching his body, as he would sweat under the boiling Middle Eastern sun. He would put down his wrench, peel off his shirt, and then grab a Cola, which he would drink in the yard. I would finger myself an...
My name is Sally and at the time of my story I was 19 years old. I had married at eighteen and regretted it soon after. The trouble with my husband was that he thought he was a good lover. He wasn't. He was good at the romantic bits of foreplay, bunches of flowers, chocolates, kissing and caressing. Unfortunately for me - or any other woman for that matt...
"Adam, if you don't have my money, you lying little sack of shit, I'm going to get your balls," Pedro Alvarez said menacingly as he looked at the stocky, dark-skinned young Haitian man who stood before him. Even though it was an unseasonably cool morning in early June, Adam Gustave had begun to sweat profusely. Pedro's acolytes, a portly Mexican guy named Os...
A few months ago, I met this cute gal at Wal-Mart, and I decided to make her mine. Samira was her name, and this tall, curvaceous and deliciously big-bottomed Arab cutie looked simply gorgeous in a modest Hijab coupled with dark pants, and the drab blue uniform that all Wal-Mart workers are required to wear. I see pretty girls of all hues and faiths in the C...
What does a White woman who's into Black men look like? I've been told quite often that I don't look like I'm "down with the brothers", whatever that means. Strange. My name is Erica Jacobsen and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I stand five feet ten inches tall, slim and fit, with long red hair and pale blue eyes. I recen...