During a visit to Istanbul, I had occasion to meet a woman in the Hagia Sophia, who took me for coffee in an old Ottoman era town house nearby. the Hagia Sophia. She was a member of the Maronite Christian community from Syria, and worked, undercover, for Mossad, the Israeli Secret Service. Elena, the old woman who owned the house and the coffee shop, was als...
It is mid afternoon on a summer day. The day of the week and the month of the year no longer matter to me, for I am imprisoned without hope of rescue. Freedom will come only if the man who has kidnapped me is exorcised of the demon that has possessed him and made me the victim of his odious desires. I had fallen asleep to the sound of wind rustling through...
Salutations, dear readers. My name is Salome Rosenthal and I got a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Jamaican immigrant mother, Joanne Watson, and a Jewish father of English descent, Ephraim James Rosenthal. Being a biracial Jewish Canadian woman in the Confederation of Canada isn't easy. There's a lot of racism in the...
Part I I lose things. A lot. It's a real problem... "Tango! It's Mr. Maxxx. I'm going to be in town tomorrow night; wanna fuck?" I met Mr. Maxxx about six months ago and we hit it off...big time. He lives in NYC and work takes him to my neck of the woods four or five times a year. The last time we got together had been in July. We pitched a tent on the be...
The following is an imaginary press conference held by President William Jefferson Clinton on January 19, 2001 * * * Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States! (Applause) "Good afternoon. As this is my last full day in office, I decided to hold a final press conference during which I will put to rest speculation regarding my involvement wi...
"This god damn fucking car!" I said to no one in particular. It just felt good to say it. We had been driving for over nine hours and I was just about at my limit for fuck ups. The air conditioning only seemed to worked for about 15 minutes per hour, and this hour's fifteen had just ended. I lowered the driver side window. Even though it was still morning a...
I awaken to the sunrise and remember having dug my grave. After that horror fades from my mind, I smile as the memory of my Nazi captor penetrating every one of my orifices. I am lying in bed next to him, naked, shivering in the morning cold. He is still asleep, naked also, lying on his stomach, snoring loudly. His right hand is wrapped around the handle of...
The water, retaining the heat from the day's sun, brought sensuous warmth in the cool of the evening. Bathsheba stepped into the mikvah, savoring each wave lapping her naked thighs. Already the warm liquid tongues on her legs and the fingers of evening chill above were causing her nut-brown nipples to grow hard and erect. The mikvah, the ritual bath, was a...
My name is Trenton Ganger, and as a black man, I've had my share of pussy. I remember the first time, with one of those petite white girls they get to tutor the guys like me in high school. I was flunking Math, English, Spanish, you name it. I wanted to quit, but that school says no, no, you stay in the library after school and we'll send a tutor. I was expe...
It's custom that on Christmas, before my parents and I sit around our ornamented table to eat, we attend mass at the local Roman Catholic Parish. We spent the daybreak in a shouting match about my refusal to emerge from my *dziura and leave with them to church. *The Polish word for "hole". The narrator's father uses it to describe his son's room. By the ti...