There are moments in life when genius strikes even the most average of intellects. Take the invention of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich for example. Despite its apparent violation of the laws of nature, and despite the subsequent arguments of conspiracy theorists, it was not invented by members of the Manhattan Project during their lunch break. We can...
"You're doing it," Sandy said. "Oops." I was lapsing into my Katherine Hepburn voice again. It was getting easier as the evening progressed. I used to handle these things effortlessly. I was playing a role and it was just another acting gig. Collect information from the other participants which I could use when appropriate. Tonight I was in a leading rol...
Chapter 19 -- Two conspiracies Maria Elena woke up the next morning a bit disoriented after dreaming about her more pleasant experiences in Colombia. At first she didn't recognize where she was. Then she looked down at her cellmate, who was sleeping on the floor with her back facing the rest of the room. She sat up. Immediately felt the welts and bruises th...
Why do I always yield to impulse? I don't know. Maybe a shrink could tell me. But I don't have the money or time to invest in such things. So I suck it up and move on. I've had to endure all kinds of hell in my life. My father Lenny Braxos Sr. was a mean-spirited womanizing medicine man and my mother Chelsea Johnson Braxos was a man-hating brute who battered...
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I wrote this story for Tiffany. Thanks for all your help, Tiff. I hope you're pleased with the outcome. Chapter Three My heart was beating faster with each passing minute and, lingering in front of the huge residence's heavy oak main door, I still couldn't summon up the courage to signal my arrival. Even as I'd walked across the small cobbled courtyard a...
I grew up in a city in the deep south that still believed that interracial couples were not proper, including my family. My father is a politician that came from money. Being a politician he kept his racist remarks about interracial couples, and people strictly at home. Growing up hearing my father going off at home about how could that white slut shame her...
The Venus Academy for Girls is, unfortunately, neither as divine nor as stellar as its name implies. Although once unquestionably the best girl's finishing school in the state for the 18+ woman, it's fallen far from grace. Today, you can see girls doing cocaine in the washrooms, or wearing skirts that end halfway on their calves. Others party late into the n...
"Ahmad, tonight, my dear husband, I am cuckolding you," Fatima Ali said, smiling wickedly at her husband, Saudi Government Minister and career diplomat Ahmad Ali, and then she winked at her Bull. The object of her desire was a handsome Somali stud named Bilal Osman, whom Fatima met while visiting the University of Ottawa. The tall, burly and dark-skinned Eas...
If you read stories to escape the real world, you best leave now. This one is a bit dark, but not what you'd expect. It's intended to make you think. Hold on, some of the slower anons are googling 'what is think'. In the words of the late Glenn Frey, about supposed experts, "If you're getting bad reviews, you're doing something right." This story depicts s...