GOLDIE PART 4 - FUCKING A PERSIAN'S WIFE AND ATTACKED BY A BEARDED ASSASSIN I'm sitting here in my cell thinking about why I've been convicted of murder. I just don't get it. I never killed the man, I've never killed anyone. Sure, I was seen together with him on the last day he was seen alive, but what does that prove? Nobody has ever been found a dead body...
This is a squeaky clean story, no sex. I wrote it for a Facebook group. Just thought I'd warn you. Delicious Delicates or How I Spent My Summer Vacation It is my nineteenth birthday, and I am all dressed up waiting for my date to arrive. Since I have some time, I thought I'd scribble down some notes about how I got to this night. It all started less tha...
Ch 6 – The Ride Revenge served as cold as ice cream NC This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. We woke up the next morning to sunshine and bird songs and went out to do the morning chores, still naked, holding hands between the three of us and sharing playful and flirtatious and bittersweet caresses, knowing all too...
When I went to bed that night I wondered how I would feel in the morning when I woke up for the first time to my new world. It felt great. It felt amazing. And after a couple of minutes it scared me right back into bed. Was I nuts? How could I go on pretending to be a girl? My screwball parents weren't the only people in my life. What was I going to be afte...
You should have seen the way they reacted when I walked onto the field the day of tryouts. I guess they really weren't expecting me. Like most Cheerleading squads in the United States of America, the ladies of the Easton University Cheerleading Squad were all skinny blondes. Well, I guess that's why I decided to give Cheerleading a try. My name is Emilie Jea...
Nadia Khan looked at the tall, dark and handsome African-American man who lay next to her. Hard to believe that a year ago, her husband Omar Jackson considered himself an atheist and a soldier of the United States of America. Now he was a practicing Muslim and a hard-working herdsman and farmer living in the woods outside Multan, one of the largest cities of...
It's often been said that you find out not who or what you think you want but that which you need when you least expect it. I find this to be true, mainly because it happened to me. The name is Khadra Al-Jubeir and I was born in the City of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian father and a Somali immigrant mother. As a Muslim immigrant woman living in th...
Usually it works out, the company sends me out to make these presentations to a roomful of old people, we buy them dinner and a glass of wine, I schmooze and charm them, scare them a little bit about losing their nest-eggs, show them a sure way to live out their years without worry, and we line up a few prospects. I've got the Powerpoint, the jokes, I used t...
A Drive Down the Mountain © 2019 Victor Cabana Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson. Last June my parents had a dinner party at their cabin on the mountain. Four couples, all members of both their book club and the Symphony Sponsors were invited, and as I was back home after my sophomore year at Julliard I was expected to tag along. To learn how grown-ups - I wo...
Just a little flash story for the Valentines 2020 event. Some emailers have told me that I've recently written the worst story ever (Giving) and the best story ever (Bringing). Neither claim is true, but thanks for letting me know how loved and hated I've become. I'm returning to tropes and clichés for this one. Some have suggested that I need professional...