I can't wait until we do this again, I said to Rafiq Fakri as I kissed him goodnight. Grinning, the handsome, dark-skinned young Moroccan kissed me back passionately, and then exchanged a wink with his lovely wife Basmah Fakri, ( nee Redouane), who nodded understandingly. I bade them both goodnight, and they walked me to the door. Before I left, Basmah did s...
"Trevor Villeneuve, what the fuck are you looking at, pervert?" came a shrill feminine voice, interrupting me as I sat at a computer on a remote corner of the Learning Commons sector in the Carleton University library. There I was, discretely watching porn instead of working on my assignment for my Surveying And Graphics class. I'm in the civil engineering p...
Bobbi had gotten the job, and she was pleased. After so many long days of hard work, slaving away in the doldrums of the near-minimum wage crowd, she was up and flying. Up in the air of light work and high pay. The older man (fifty or sixty) led her through the halls, on floor thirty-four of the Millford building. She passed by the women working in their cub...
2025 - Boise, Idaho The two men surveyed the darkness, noses scenting the air, before slamming the doors of the SUV. They glanced at each other and nodded, moving towards the warehouse and quietly opening the door. The sign on the front said "Creighton Enterprises – Boise, ID." The place was deserted except for a lone figure, slumped in a chair in the dimly...
Martha Henderson, known to her friends as Marti, was sitting at her desk blankly staring at the stack of papers sitting in front of her. Without looking at a single one, she immediately knew what they were. They were the reason that she would sit at home alone over another weekend. They were the reason she got her relatively decent paycheck every month. They...
This is an adult sex story. All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it! Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual. This story follows "I'm Running on Empty Chapter Three." This is the story of how I spent my time starting that first week of the month of April and what my penis was doing too. Enjoy and thanks f...
It's been a wonderful winter. In October I cashed in. The investment I made earlier in the year paid off even more handsomely than I could have expected. Frank's proposition sounded loony to everyone else, but I found it intriguing and just enough off the wall that maybe it would get somewhere. And I knew Frank - he was like a crazyass terrier when he got...
Carcassonne, Chapter Six – A Place Called Home © Bad Hobbit Over supper, Rodrigo and Marie looked a little tired – we had heard them at intervals during the day, and the sounds were becoming more amusing every time. Marie had relaxed and was now very vocal when she climaxed – a quality I admire in a woman, as it rarely fails to excite me to my own peak. (T...
Author's Note: My warmest thanks to Ronnie Wachuka for his help and lending a male perspective to this entire story. My thanks also to my friend Gloria. In this chapter, there are things that are not viewed as priestly demeanor. I do not apologize for these, but rather say that friends of mine that are Priests have told me that chastity, poverty and obedie...
This is the final part of this story. There was so much more to tell, but this is not the right forum for it all. Maybe one day I'll flesh it out more. I hope you enjoy the end of The Gauntlet. Warning. This is violent and the timeline jumps around a lot. KB ***** Priory of Saint-Martin-des-Champs Paris, France December 29, 1386 Sir Jean de Carrouges...