AUTHOR'S NOTE: So all right. A stupid title: I'm not a working girl. "Confessions of A Swinger" would've been catchier. But though what follows is lightly fictionalised fact, it really isn't a confession at all. That's because, generally speaking, you only "confess" guilt. And I'm not guilty of anything. None of the true-life counterparts of the people...
Bev and William had met Rosa and Tom on a web site for swingers. Both couples were swinger wannabes, having imagined far more than they had experienced. They wanted something exciting, but not sure how much excitement they really wanted. They had met for coffee once and had sent emails back and forth, some with photos. The photos of Rosa were particularly ni...
CHAPTER FIVE PRINCIPAL HARDEN Nothing better reveals the shallow, hedonistic nature of Cocoa Beach than the utter silence that envelopes John Kennedy High School at three-forty on a Friday afternoon; you could fire broadsides down the hallways and not harm a fly, you could sit naked on top of the flagpole and not be seen by a soul. School lets out at thre...
Malini and Salil peered through the darkness trying to locate their seats. The movie had already started and Malini knew that Salil was not going to be happy about that. "If you had only gotten ready in time, we wouldn't have missed the beginning," she heard him whisper in her ear from behind. "Shut up!" she whispered back. They had missed perhaps just a...
Alright, I'm not sure how to say this so I'm just going to say it. My name is Halima Khan and I'm a young woman of Saudi Arabian and Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study business administration. Most people assume that I'm just another hijab-wearing pious and chaste Muslim gal when they...
It was late evening and the sun was just setting. The whole world was turning a lovely shade of deep pink the water was warm and I was just thinking that I would have to leave it soon; the darkness would follow quite swiftly. I would have to give myself time to get back to the beach before that happened Then suddenly I was aware of you. I watched in disbeli...
She requested I write a story about her secret desire to be taken with her boyfriend nearby. This is the second part of her growth into a secret slut. Whatever regret she felt melted away with her desires. We were seated together, mostly alone in a small bar with matching glasses half full of amber liquid before us. She'd confessed being nervous, even debat...
I was out on the piss with my sister and her friends one night in October. I hadn't had such an exciting life, the nerdy girl at school, never had a boyfriend before, never really had the time in between college and work, it had never really bothered me, you don't miss what you don't know. I was on my second Vodka and coke when he walked in. I was 21, and I...
Constance May was a full-figured lady of color. As a young girl she had attended church every Sunday and had then married a hard-working young man who attended her church. She was nineteen and she bore him a son and then a daughter. She grew up having faith in a divine creator, and that through the love of a husband and children she could live a good life an...
Tuesday, February 9, 2016 There is no limit to suffering human beings have been willing to inflict on others, no matter how innocent, no matter how young, and no matter how old. This fact must lead all reasonable human beings, that is, all human beings who take evidence seriously, to draw only one possible conclusion: Human nature is not basically good Den...