Life isn't easy when you're what I am, but of course, most of my human acquaintances claim to have it tough even though they're living in a world where they are constantly surrounded by their own kind. I guess it's part of the human condition to feel dissatisfied with one's life. Since I feel that way sometimes, I guess I'm still more human than not. How I l...
They say if you write you should base it on personal experiences and so I shall. Aged 38 my wife had left teaching to have a baby before it was too late, and he was now 4 months old. Jude was bored at being at home, bored of breast feeding, dirty nappies, sleepless nights, and a vastly restricted social life. To cheer her up I decided to take her out to our...
When will the world finally allow us seemingly ordinary people to be free to be you and me, I wonder? Probably the day after never. My name is Minerva Tremblay and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic but curvy, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, I look like a supermodel but I am a num...
I pop into the office for one last look around before I go. I've still 4 hours to kill before I have to be at the airport. 2 weeks holiday in Europe with Barry. God I hope he doesn't turn out to be too weird. I need the time away from work and most especially from my cheating bastard of a lover. Let's be exclusive he says and I managed for one whole month wi...
American readers may be inclined to think the following is a work of fiction, and if my wife ever reads it, I hope that she does, too. * Having landed in Frankfurt for a business meeting but having some hours to kill, I drove my rental car up the A5 north and east around the city to the nearby village of Burgholzhausen. At the edge of the village, between...
History will remember Jean Jacques Dessalines as the strong black man who defeated the French colonial forces on the island of Saint Domingue, founded the Republic of Haiti in 1804, crowned himself Emperor of the New World's first independent black nation, defeated Napoleon's overconfident and ultimately outmatched forces and showed to the entire world that...
L Dalitha and Salim were wrapped together in Salim's bed: Dalitha's dark, small body entangled in Salim's chocolate, long lithe frame, legs intertwined, breast on breast, sweat dripping onto sweat. Dalitha was again exhausted but still insatiable, a young appetite for sex that Salim found very difficult to keep up with. She could still taste the slightly so...
'Forgive me Father for I have sinned,' Margaret said as the Priest opened the little wooden window in the Confession Box. 'How have you offended against our Lord Jesus Christ, my Child,' the Priest said with the routine indifference which comes from hearing hundreds of confessions. Father Morgan was now in his mid-50s, having qualified as a Priest in his...
All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo This is part 8 of a longer work, "Brick House." The two chapters included here—9 and 10-- have minimal erotic content. They are provided for the convenience of readers interested in the larger story. * "Your turn." John, one of my next-door neighbors, completed his move quickly, pushing a pile of cardboard chits toward...
Mia was tingling with anticipation as she entered the elevator with her two interns. As chief writer at 'Style' magazine, it had been the coup of the year for her to land an interview with the newly crowned Queen of the music industry -- Brianna Caley. The elevator took them to the top floor of this skyscraper, to Brianna's very own penthouse. They were met...