First some background. I am a 42 year old white American living in the Northeast US. My wife, Nasrila, is a 46-year old Punjabi from Pakistan. We have three children, two girls and a boy and have been married for twenty years. We met when she was a foreign student at the university I attended. When we met she was very shy, had not been with a man in bed, alt...
Author's note. I'm in the process of writing chapter 2. So open to idea's for Disha's future adventures. ***** To Dan, Disha's beauty seemed amplified by her mocha skin and jet black hair. He watched intently as Disha tucked her near transparent white blouse into her black pleated miniskirt. Even now, in her early-twenties, her school uniform fitted like...
"Why, oh why did I choose to travel Pakistan Airlines and that too from JFK, the worst airport in the Western hemisphere?" I questioned myself, as the security queue inched a bit further on towards the metal detector and then to the relative peace of the departure gates. Well, I had taken this flight because a single aircraft would jet me home to Karachi w...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan November 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * The following are 15 fifty-word stories w...
"Nice to meet you. I'm Devi. That man over there in the corner is my husband, Gustavo. And that man taking orders at the counter is Rajiv, one of my cousins. I take it that you know Sherry pretty well?" Devi introduced herself properly to me once she saw us all at Sherry's table, "I know Sanjay, of course. He's my other cousin and works for me, just like Raj...
Continued from Chapter 2: "Thank you for your service," rang empty whenever someone mindlessly said that to him when seeing his dog tags hanging from his neck. To him, that phrase sounded too much like, "Thank you and have a nice day." He'd give them a stern look that made them afraid. "Thank you for my service?" Just as angry as he was violent, that's al...
"Nana, you're infected with the ideas of the West and this Rap thing, you have no regard for our sacred traditions, your mother would be so ashamed if she were alive, you're dead to me," Mohinder Kujur said to his daughter, Narmada "Nana" Kujur, and then he turned his back on her. Stunned by her father's harsh words, the young woman blinked back tears. The...
According to a strict Saudi Arabian law on racial and cultural relations, no Saudi woman is permitted to marry a man from outside the Arab States of the Gulf, which include Bahrain, Oman, Kuwait, Qatar or the United Arab Emirates. The realms of the Arab monarchs. Of course, by the same edict, Saudi men may marry women from whatever country or culture they so...
"Got what you needed?" Spence Lucien said, smiling at his landlady Mahnoor Bhatti. Grinning, Mahnoor nodded, and stretched luxuriously on the bed, her lovely face aglow with pleasure. After the relentless pouding that Spence just gave her pussy, she felt like a new woman. Shoot, Mahnoor felt much younger than her fifty seven years, that's for damn sure. "Th...
June 17, 2032. Father’s Day. A time of reflection for some and celebration for many. For me, it’s a time of angst. You see, my father and I have a complicated relationship. A lot of people say that about their fathers, but I don’t think their stories are anything like mine. My name is Armand Saint-Cyr. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec,...