If I hear one more person call me Mexican, I swear I'm going to smack the shit out of them. I don't care if get booked in for assault, enough is enough. My name is Mariam Hassan, and I approve this message. Sorry, just always wanted to say that. I hear politicians and businessmen say it so many times on Texan television that it's stuck in my head. What can I...
Well... :) Here it is, the final chapter. There were definitely times when I thought I wasn't going to finish this one (I have a feeling many of you reading this were thinking the same!). The fact that I made it to the end is due in no small part to all those of you who cared to leave me comments and send emails - thank you so much for them all. But extra...
Lorie Penfield and Perry Crager were out for a walk on the recreation trail by the river. Lorie and Perry had been dating for about two months. His wife had died some six months ago, He had grieved but had to move on, and at the age of fifty-two there was no time to waste. Lorie and Perry walked almost every evening here or some of the other nature trails in...
"So, these new jeans you've got for me, tell me about them." Said Abi, resting against the console as Dunem picked up her new jeans and presented them to her. "Replicated from your own clothing, the material of these jeans are woven with a type of liquid ceramic. Allowing for normal mobility with the drastically hardened inner layer, making them the modern...
"Will I finally get the job? Will all my hard work finally pay off?" You look at your watch as the butterflies get worse. Your boss has been very hard on you and you wonder if you have stood out from the other interns. After all, college is almost over and this is your chance to make it. You adjust your skirt as you put your hands back on your lap...
I don't remember which of us had the idea to swap wives during Super Bowl LI. Could have been Moe, could have been me, who knows. Actually, it just sort of popped up during a conversation about something totally unrelated. We were talking about a new line of women's undergarments -- one of the many companies Moe and I own manufactures upscale lingerie -- and...
This story may have taken place although I don't think it happened like this. There are at least two accounts circulating of what happened that day and this is neither of them. Warning, this is a slow burn. *** It started simply enough, at work. At the coffee machine in the morning, waiting for the notoriously particular Liza Black to finish making her se...
Authors note: More from Christina. I've told her that she could just as well send in the story herself, but for some reason she wants me to do it. As with BASW Christina (1) all I've had to do was make some minor changes to save her from herself. She keeps putting in information that would give her away to some one who knows her and reads the story. It isn't...
"Master!" squealed a high-pitched voice. "I made breakfast!" Garin's eye half-opened. He yawned and stretched back in his bed, practically buried on soft, silky blankets. Above him, a narrow-waisted, big-breasted blonde bimbo beamed and bounced in place, bosom near-bursting her lacy baby-blue bra. It matched her glassy blue eyes, which gleamed with exciteme...
Part 1/2 After careful tests, Chaim, a professor of physics at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, is now satisfied that his time machine is reliable enough for human use. He's pretty content with his life -- he has just made the most important discovery in history -- but he has a small regret: although he still loves his wife Bruriah as much as he did the...