We broke off our engagement more than five years ago. We haven't heard from each other since. I saw her walking in midtown; she was wearing a long pleated skirt, loose-fitting blouse, stockings...the whole orthodox-woman attire. She even wore a scarf around her hair as most orthodox women do when they are married. I'm not sure if she was married, either way...
I sat in the hotel lobby room waiting for Tamar. I whiled away the time with the current edition of the Jerusalem Post and numerous cups of Israeli kafeh botz. The cut and thrust of Israeli politics was interesting enough but what I really wanted were the latest CFL football scores. That day in Israel, the sports pages consisted of third-rate soccer teams fr...
I published this in Literotica some time ago, but for some reason checked the 'no vote' box. It attracted few readers, and I'd like to test the waters again. Very few stories on Literotica feature the Orthodox/Hasidic community, which has very deep erotic undertones. Here we go! ======================== It was a really hellish winter's day. I had flown int...
Hanna arrived a few minutes early to Rockefeller Center where she was supposed to meet Jovita. It was Christmas Eve, or as Hanna liked to call it Erev Christmas, and the famous Christmas tree was up in the plaza. Hanna looked at it as she thought about the change in her attitudes over the past year. A year ago, I wouldn't have looked twice at a Christmas tre...
It was a really hellish winter's day. I had flown into La Guardia from Austin, and had been delayed, diverted, delayed, cancelled overnight and delayed again. Storms all over North America over a four-day period had caused havoc on the airline schedules. It was now almost 4:00PM on a Friday; I (and others) should have landed late on the previous night. It w...
The name is Penny O'Hara, and I'm a construction manager with Renard Engineering, a general contractor that does a lot of business in downtown Ottawa, Ontario. You don't see a lot of women working in construction, and you see even fewer in construction management. I was born in the town of Perth, Ontario, to a provincial police officer, Winston O'Hara, and a...
(This is an editorial I published in the current edition of the Shallowater Weekly Express and Wolfforth Word Weekly, which I edit. Please do not use the names of the people involved without requesting their permission. This was edited slightly because I always re-edit my work. This is dedicated to honey123, an author who asked for this story via private me...
That time in the kitchen was the first time (and one of the very few) when I allowed my man to bend me "forcibly" to his will ("forcibly", so to speak: I was "bent" on my own already...). Usually, when I said "no", it meant "no", and he knew that. But that time, he was so scared, so in crisis, that it had been too nice to see him becoming the man I knew agai...
Father Brown had nothing like the famous Chestertonian character. He was quite young yet, he was not an Englishman, and his face absolutely did not remind the Norfolk dumplings. If it remembered something, it was the wind and the sea of the Aran Islands. A place the priest-detective would have found uncomfortable, but he was nostalgic about it. Especially si...
Chapter Nineteen Intrepid - 3754 A.D. Naked and hairless. The shame of it. Isaac had never been so since he was a baby. The humiliation was torment in itself. But Isaac could comfort himself that he wasn't the only one so demeaned. All around him and equally immobilised on the grassy lawns of this strange Elysian but Godless world were others like him: def...