I was forty years old, a widower and a father of one young boy. My beloved wife of 15 years had succumbed to breast cancer the year before and I was feeling the urge to move on, if not for my sake but for that of my 2-year-old son. Still I didn't want to go on blind dates, nor frequent the regular divorcée pick-up spots, or heaven forbid join Tinder. The dat...
Rosie Webster was relaxing at the bar of her hotel in Singapore. A long, cold glass of white wine was going down a treat. Though based in Japan, she had taken a couple of weeks leave, and although planning to fly home, she had been offered a lucrative modelling contract in Singapore. The heat and humidity of the city was overbearing, and although she had b...
I am not a rich man, at least not by the standards of the really rich. But I am doing quite well and I am economically secure. I have a job with a very good salary, and live alone in a small house. I do not have any worries about my economy, if I want to eat out on an ordinary Wednesday, or if I want to go traveling for vacation, I can do it without worrying...
This is an unusual story so I shall let the protagonists introduce themselves. My name is Jazmine. My grandfather was an officer in the Indian Army at the time of partition in 1947/8 when Moslems left India and went to Pakistan and Hindus left Pakistan and went to India. He became an officer in the Pakistani Army and rose to a very high position which allow...
This is the tenth installment of the sexual journey of an 18-year-old music student, Clare. In the first installment, she was hired by the husband and wife team of escort agency owners who discover during some sexual high jinx that she is still a virgin. In the second, she set out in a limo on her first appointment with her new escort name, "Celeste," with a...
CHAPTER 7 -- WELL TRAINED Bagoas the eunuch strolled across the courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah. He was a person of power in this place, being Overseer of the Governor's Harem. With him was his body servant and chosen protege, Hamid, an eighteen year old eunuch. Governor Glaoui had called Bagoas to his office this afternoon. They entered and the elderly se...
Chapter 1 The sun streamed through the slats of the wooden window blinds catching the edge of the pillow. He felt the warmth on his chin and slowly opened his eyes. He rolled over slightly onto his back and rubbed his right eye with his right hand as he adjusted to the light in the room. Slowly he sat up onto his elbows, dragged the thin sheet barely coveri...
Dick Long had been lecturing too long not to recognise the signs. It was obvious to him that this particular student needed special attention. The work was hurried, research sources limited, analysis limited and hence a D. Again. For the third time in the semester. He looked up her computerised records and pictures. Roshanara Ali, British born, Moslem, 22....
Crowd, noise, dust and exhausted gas. After the silence and the clean air of the mountains and the hills, Kabul looked like a dirty, messy metropolis, and the medic, Katya and Yury were stunned, especially after a day of walking without eating. Ahmad had been generous, letting them go, even with no food. Nobody had any doubt, about it. And nobody had complai...
Introduction from the author This is the fourth chapter of a longer story titled The Lingerie Incident. I greatly appreciate any and all who read the previous installments and left comments or voted. Special thanks to blackstallion21 for taking the time to edit this for me. *** The weeks that followed were a blur of activity for all of them -- both in and...