LXXIII Promised Land Tamara 2098 Whatever it was that had defined Tamara's Jewish identity over the years, it wasn't her religious faith. Nor had it been her need to belong to the Jewish community. Her identity was more intangible. It was the sense of a shared tradition and what had been until recently a shared nationality. She'd never troubled herself...
How the story came about, how it all started is an integral part of the tale. Let me tell you, this part does not have much sex, but is the one that builds up the characters that play a major role in the ensuing two parts. It happens that from time to time people are thrown in together, diverse people, who otherwise might never have met. Enemies - feudal or...
Officially, we don't exist. That's what conventional wisdom tells us. If you were to type the words "Black Cuckolds" on Google, all you'd get are references to the standard-issue Cuckolding, which typically involves a big Black guy fucking a White woman while her husband or boyfriend, also White, watches. Nothing wrong with that if that's what moves you. My...
Edited by Michael-Leonard. ***** Everyone has a calling in life; some never hear it, and others get two. "Simon, son of Jonah... you are Peter, and on this rock I will build My Church." Matt. 16:18 Prologue: Peter stood on the veranda and watched as she went through her daily ritual, her Tai Chi forms. Her movements were fluid and precise; each was a sl...
Abel Kalitz, Ambassador Extraordinary of the Federation of West Asia to the Dekerin Domains, had just arrived at his new Embassy, which turned out to be a disappointment. It was a dull, Spartan-looking building with only 2 stories and a rather utilitarian décor. Nevertheless, it was bad form for a diplomat to complain about his accommodations, especially on...
I tapped a woman on the shoulder. She was standing next to me on the Yonge Subway platform. She turned and looked straight into my eyes. She was a player and understood the rules of the game. Months before, Toronto had joined the dozens of other cities participating in Sex-Train – a game taking spirited subway travelers by storm. The rules were simple. Se...
By the time Rana had made it back within sight of the village the sun was peeking up over the eastern horizon. She and Amir had spent hours in the cave just lying next to each other, no communication passing between them except between their eyes. Having to separate herself from his side was a cruel pain; every bit of clothing that she placed back on herself...
In the silence, each of them sat wearing feigned smiles. Those expressions not aimed at each other, mind you, but into their steam-releasing mugs of coffee. Neither of the two twenty-somethings having even made eye contact since Zahra arrived. The events of the day before instilling a frosty chasm between the two college students. Two classmates, who had not...
Scary stories, huh? You guys want scary stories. All right then, I've got one for you, and I hope you enjoy it because you probably won't be sleeping for a while after I tell it. And no, it's not going to be like one of those damned urban legends that your friends are always sending you links to in your e-mail. You see, this is a true story of what happened...
Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it's journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence,...