I love sex, but for the most part, I hate pornography. As a cinematic and literary genre, porno is to sex as the romance genre is to love. That is to say, each takes an amazingly complex subject and reduces it to a series of simple-minded cliches. Worse than this, pornography robs sex not only of its complexities, but also of its beauty. Porn is ugly. It ref...
My name is Jane and I'm out on the town with my husband of seven years Tom, we've come to this out of the way country pub so that I can flash off my naked pussy to a total stranger. At first the pub is quiet and we decide to sit in one of the corner little alcoves looking into the room with me on the outside so that one leg pokes round the edge of the table....
The old adage goes that the lady of the house always discovers everything that goes on in said house, sooner or later. I guess I should have remembered that. My name is Ahmed Suleiman and I'm a man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm twenty eight years old, and recently completed my MBA at the Sprott School of Business at Carleton Un...
In quaint. Quaint is quiet little village in rural England. The kind of place that time ahs forgotten about but the tourists haven't yet heard of. They played cricket on the village green, in summer, drank locally brewed real ale in pub, ducks got fat on the bread thrown to them on the village pond, dutifully raising clutches of ducklings to amuse the vill...
A Celebration Stephanie thought that Halloween was the most romantically delicious of the holidays. She celebrated every year since her 21st birthday by going to a costume ball, picking up a masked stranger, and letting things happen as they may. Not knowing who was behind the mask was more exciting than opening a birthday present. There was something abo...
On Sunday Morning Violet came home from her night shift job, she was tired, and irritated. She'd had to write up an aide and wasn't particularly happy about that. As she came through the side door into the incredibly cluttered house, she dumped her large bag on the floor next to the sofa bed she slept on and stared at it. She'd remembered all the times in...
The package and the second note were still on my lap. It was getting late. So many memories had flood back to me as I tried to make the hardest decision in my life. I tried to remember everything he had told me about this harem of his. For months I barely believed him so I don't remember the early conversations too well. My eyes looked down onto the second n...
At last it was 5 o'clock, and Tracy was more than ready to go home. The events of her day in the office had taken its toll on her and she wanted to go home and relax. During the day her computer had crashed four times, the fire alarm had been set off, and the Regional Manager had paid an unannounced visit. Tracy was 35 years of age, and had been married fo...
Author's note: This is a true story -- well, I think it's true. I heard the basic facts on a radio phone in. I have just created the characters and their day to day lives. The plot, including the end, is as the anonymous caller told it, so thanks to Galaxy FM and their listener -- whoever she is! ooo It started off like any other weekend. But when it was o...
Disorientation. Confusion. Fortunately, no pain. A kind of milky greyness and a sensation of floating. Thankfully I still seem to be able to remember who and what I was. Memory sort of fuzzy, but intact nevertheless. The accident. Now that I really can remember clearly; no fuzziness there. And so, to the assumption. I realise that I'm in a coma, and I feel...