The next month flew by. As much as I begged for time to go by slowly, it seemed to fly by faster. I spent my time, reading or watching TV. Hawk took time off from work to help me prepare my case. Mr. Wallace came over a few times but mainly it was just talking about what to say when I was on the stand and to go over what we talked about the night I got arr...
Right now, avowed feminist and proud Israeli Defense Forces soldier Miriam Rosenthal was where she knew she was born to be. Lying on her back, sweaty and dazed, blonde hair disheveled and blue eyes blinking nervously, while a well-endowed Muslim guy fucked her in her tight Israeli ass. In one of Tel Aviv's nicest hotels, too. Long had the proud Jewish woman...
My name is Balsam Al-Wahid. And once upon a time, that was all I could tell you about myself. Not anymore. Today, I must reveal myself to the world. I am the daughter of two worlds, though I was born and raised in the City of Ramallah in the Nation of Palestine, the most troubled region of the Arab world. My father Mahmoud Al-Wahid is Palestinian and my moth...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic st...
Chapter 44 It had taken three days to eventually reach the King David Hotel where he now sat waiting on the terrace for Ari Silverman, Sharron's father. When he arrived they hugged and Shaun told him how his daughter and grandson were doing. After getting that away he began to explain about Bobby and what he was prepared to do. Silverman's eyes gleamed at...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic sto...
VI "He is in Russia, near Moscow. The name of the village is Shchyolkovo." "I don't understand," Anna Podgolskiv said. "Russia? Moscow? Why?" "We tried to get him out of the, well, trap that had been set, but this was the best we could do. Apparently when the Red Army took Peenemunde they took custody of many scientists and engineers. Most have been moved...
Raindrops keep falling on my head as I stride through the busy, crowded streets of Boston, Massachusetts. It's a late Monday afternoon in early September and feels more like spring than fall, mainly because of the hot rains we still get from time to time. It's times like these that I miss home the most. I am a daughter of the desert. It's who I am. I don't b...
A young vet, tempted into yet another fight scrapes by and is rewarded with wild sex. Being a gentleman, it is not crudely described. * After I got out of the service, I drifted, both mentally and physically, from one thing to another. I went back to college to become a teacher. I taught in a one room country school for one year- loved teaching but didn't...
My name is Mona Mahmoud and I'm a young woman of Palestinian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study Political Science. At five-foot-three and 110 pounds, a dark-haired, bronze-skinned and brown-eyed Middle-Eastern gal like me doesn't strike anyone as scary. Until I get riled up because someone insults my Musl...