"Return to your bedroom please." The man standing post at Valentina's bedroom door said. Misty knew that his eyes were following her as she made her way down the long hallway, so she crawled as sexily as she was able. She was pleased to use her movements in order to encourage him to think of her as a whore. In her life before Mexico, it had always been im...
Their tour began at an old, classic hotel, right at the northern terminus of the famous Malecon. They walked, arm in arm, down the broad pedestrian thoroughfare. Shops, restaurants, and nightclubs occupied every building to their left, while the ocean waves crashed into the shore on their right. Her eyes taking in all that there was to see, Misty well unders...
When God speaks, you should obey without question. Just remember that God is love and anyone who preaches hate doesn't come from God. I feel that those words hold true regardless of which religion one follows, but they should be required for all followers of Islam, the religion I was born into. My name is Fatouma Bilal-Sanchez, and I'm a young woman of Saudi...
I wake up when Frank puts his hand to my head, Wilma and Sally wake up when I give him a hug making him groan. The commotion we make gets a nurse to appear, she smiles then leaves again. Everyone looks over when I get out of Frank's bed Tony and a very nervous little man from DEA are standing there. "We know who orchestrated this, he is a Mexican drug lord,...
Hello, everyone. My name is Blek Jefferson. Just call me Jefferson. I'm a military man and a student of all aspects of human life. An adventurous sort of hunky black man who likes to experience different things. Life is short, as they say. I don't like to waste a single day of my life. That's why I have so many different hobbies. There's so much to do. I lik...
The name is Lucien Bardeaux. I am a young Haitian-American law enforcement professional in the state of Texas. I make my living as a Border Patrol Agent. Recently, I've had an epiphany. I ran into this brave, fiery Mexican woman as she was crossing the border with her family. They told me they were fleeing a vengeful Mexican criminal overlord whom they had w...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other places, events, and persons, are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, livi...
"For heavens' sake Mexi," sighed Martin Williams, now exasperated. "All you do is take his hand, walk forward and do an outside turn before moving into him and going into the basic side-mambo. That is ALL YOU HAVE TO DO." He was the choreographer for a group of salseros, or salsa dancers. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with some of them, and right no...
Author’s note: This story is a sequel to “Love and Terror on the 5:58,” although it can be read on its own. The Spanish phrases are usually defined. The term “pendejo” literally means a single public hair, figuratively a coward or jerk. Although it can be used with affection among friends, in general “pendejo” is a severe insult. ---------- An electronic s...
All characters portrayed are over the age of 18 as is stated in the story. ***** There's a degree of poetic expression that transcends any spoken language; it breaks through all barriers and makes its message clear without relying upon speech. It's in the slightest gesture, the subtlest look, a smile. My poet had a name, like Fitzgerald's Jay Gatsby or Da...