Bablee was standing below shower as water poured over her naked body. She made sure that all her body was wet with water before turning off the water tap. Her hair was completely soaked and was spread across her back. She picked up the soap and started soaping her body. As she touched her breasts while soaping them, suddenly a strange feeling passed through...
Edwin "Caesar" Clark took a long, leisurely drag at the cigarette and let the smoke hiss through his pursed lips in three quick, short squirts. He was unbelievably bored. Staring through the near opaque louvers of the only window in the small room, he wondered whether bloody murder was actually worse than the purgatory he found himself in. Granted his enemie...
The first troughs of autumn had reached Syria and temperatures slowly started to drop after a long and searing summer. One of my main projects that I was managing together with my Syrian counterparts was coming to an end and it had involved a lot of work and overtime during the past weeks. Just one more final presentation and the last finishing touches on th...
The roommate is up before I am, watching morning television, a cigarette hanging from his chapped pink lips as he loads the dishwasher. We're not supposed to smoke in the apartment but he does anyway. I join him on enough occasions that I'm guilty of breaking the rule instead of bending it. Almost a year now he's been this slouched, hairy, somnolent, depre...
"Stephen, I came here to tell you that I want out of this relationship, you've always been a fool, and a dreamer, you'll never make it into the Space Program," Sally Jackson said haughtily to her boyfriend Stephen Keen, and with that, the tall, well-dressed, supremely attractive young African-American woman rose, grabbed her purse and walked away. Sitting...
Unconscious Camilla's endless memory visions brought her to one six years before the aquarium incident. She was 31 at the time, though Nigrovum was making her look like a 23-year-old. One class she was teaching was Incest In World Literature: as well as English writing, the course included English translations of prose and poetry from various languages. Th...
Not all just about writing erotica, this story is about car buff stuff for car buffs. Peppered with humor, Susan discusses her other passion the automobile. Mustang GT's and Mustang Cobras are my favorite cars and, wishing he was the Dad I never had, Carroll Shelby was my idol. God rest his soul. May he rest in peace in the great automotive junkyard, race t...
As they walked silently towards the hotel she mentally picked through her afternoon with Amadou. They had just stepped out to buy a sandwich and get some ice-cream in the Marseille heat. She was quite sure Amadou had not intended to spend the rest of the afternoon with her after lunch. As they had meandered back towards the hotel, ice cream in hand they had...
"Omigod," Julia said after she put the phone down one Sunday afternoon in late August. "What is it, Mom?" Melissa said casually, looking up from the book she was reading. She knew that Julia sometimes tended to dramatize things, so she wasn't too worried that some catastrophe was bearing down on them. But when Melissa noted that her mother was walking stif...
Who is Sultana? Sultana, born in a Muslim family in one of the most underdeveloped regions in India to an illiterate daily wage worker parents. She was married to an old, rich, sexist man when she was just 18. Her husband used her only sex and he did all weird shit with her. She was always desperate for love, she starts looking for love everywhere until s...