LXXXV Our Daily Bread Iris 2061 When she was a child and even until quite recently, Iris cherished a very romantic vision of country life. Green fields. Village ponds. Forests. Lakes. Winding lanes with hedges on either side. Songbirds on the wing. And although much of the English countryside was still pretty much like that, now Iris was employed as consc...
After waiting for over a year, my divorce was finally FINAL and I could move on with my life. A little over a year ago I found out that my asshole husband was screwing one of my friends. Now I wanted a complete break from my old life. I sold the trophy house in the suburbs, bought a new car, shopped for a new wardrobe and got a face lift. My face lift went...
The setting Sun's penetration through the window cast shadows throughout the heavily furnished room; they were welcomed by a weakened man who from his sick bed, in a state of invalidity caused by a wound, faced the evening Sun without pause and was quite sweaty and uncomfortable. Already relieving himself of the quilt by casting it away with his uninjured le...
This takes place after "Wanda On Sale" while Julie is locked up from his arrest in "Wanda On The Glass". Wanda picked up the on the fourth ring. An automated female voice came on the line. "You have a collect call from an inmate in county correctional services. Will you accept the charges?" the voice asked. "Yes," Wanda agreed excitedly. It was Julie ca...
When I settled in St. Kilda, Melbourne's beach-side, playground-suburb in the late 1950ies, a number of Continental Clubs already existed. They gave St. Kilda's night-live a touch of central European ambience that was missing in the still British-colonial non-night-life of the rest of Melbourne. The clubs' founders had migrated to Australia in the post-war y...
Chapter Twenty Three: Sissies at Work, Sissies as Sluts at the Farm. 4:00am and the alarm clock goes off. We three sissies must wake and begin our day of long, hard labour of degrading sissy maid and sissy slut work. Off comes our sleeping lingerie and soon three naked with only our chastity devices dangling on our sissy dicks we must quickly and together s...
Lying in the arms of her beloved Bartleby, Soraya Suleiman felt safe at last. The young Arab woman thought about all the events that transpired this week, and shuddered. Hard to imagine so many terrible and wonderful things could happen in the span of one week. Why couldn't people look past race, culture and religion and see that at the end of the day, we we...
Call me Sam, if you please. It's a lot easier to pronounce than Samiyah, I've learned painfully over the years. In my experience, westerners like to shorten and westernize Arabic names every chance they get. Most people can't even pronounce my last name, Nasir-Al-Din, so I don't even bother telling it to them. I was born in the City of Najran, southwestern S...
It was a another night working late for Ishani. Working in a small law firm often meant late nights to meet deadlines. Ishani was married and had a young 4 year old son. She was lucky her husband John had a job which allowed him flexibility and he could be relied on to look after their boy whilst she worked overtime. Ishani had been married to John for 7 yea...
Chapter 18 She was like a walking wet-dream Afternoon, Friday, July 27th Berber Point Naval Air Station Hospital, Hawaii Lt. Robert Osborne.... I went upstairs. Paras saw me with the laptop case hanging from my arm and her eyes widened in terror. "Oh, God, I forgot all about that. Thank you, thank you..." She took the case from me as if it was made o...