You left me, my gentle reader (or did I leave you?), at the very moment of my release from prison, after I have spent there the whole 15 months, which was exactly half of my sentence. My first week in prison was rough. I was framed by the old man whose wife and his lover I enjoyed greatly, both of them, and most of the time simultaneously. He had arranged f...
On her way home from the airport, Tasha phoned her husband. He had called four times since her flight was supposed to have landed at eleven a.m. "Reid?" "Hey, sugar. Where are you?" "In the back of a taxi. My flight was late." Tasha pushed sunglasses up into her crop of shoulder length curls which were a muddy brick color the same tone as her brown skin. "...
In the Muslim world, a woman's life depends on the men in her life, first her father and later her husband and any son who might issue from her womb. This holds especially true in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the venerable Heartland of Islam. I thank Allah for giving me a husband as kind-hearted and loving as my dear Mahmoud. Now, he may be strange, but he...
I have to put on a fake smile and remind myself to be patient with idiots who mistake me for others who may or may not be part of my ethnicity. Price I pay for being Asian in western society, I guess. My name is Armida Waluyo, and my friends call me Amy. I was born in the City of Pekalongan, Indonesia, and moved with my parents, Fajar and Nisrina Waluyo, to...
The first time I saw ( my future girlfriend ) Lynne Sinclair, she frigging pissed me off. I was twenty two, working an overnight Security gig at the national Telephone Company in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The midnight to eight shift sucks ass, man. Seriously. As the newest guy on a Security team of twelve, I was stuck doing it. Add to that the...
My name is Soraya Wahid, and I'm a Lebanese Christian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Baalbek in the Republic of Lebanon, but have lived in the Confederation of Canada for the past ten years. I'm five-foot-eleven, a bit chubby but still fit, with long Black hair, light bronze skin and light brown...
The sun sets down on the freeway-- the day has been rough, violent, and short. The cars speed past the hidden bloodshed, oblivious to the scenes of criminality and depravity; after all, it is not their life. The radio jingles with deep melodic tunes-- she has sunglasses on, dark brownish blonde hair, and shifty pale skin. She is slightly overweight-- she's...
I woke with a stale taste in my mouth, too much champagne and sex. A toothbrush and a cup of tea and I'd be as good as new. Extricating myself from Zanire's sleeping limbs, I quietly limped to the bathroom. Pointing my dick at the bowl, I was surprised it still worked. "You saw a lot of action, buddy, I'm glad you're ok." Zanire, stirred as the kettle bo...
It all happened during a skiing holiday up in the snowfields of Australia. My husband John, and two other couples, who we had known for a number of years, were spending a week up in a chalet at Perisher. The chalet had three bedrooms radiating off a corridor which adjoined the living and dining room. Each room had a queen size bed and we shared a large bathr...
copyright August, 2010 Just a quick little ditty that will hopefully grab your interest. As usual there are no graphic sex scenes in my work. Thanks for taking the time to read and hopefully constructively comment on this latest piece. Please enjoy. ***************** Alyssa was dancing with another man. The love of my live was dancing with, hugging, and...