Spray from the bow hit Ryan's face as he drove his new Chris Craft motor yacht through a wave. He tilted his head back and yelled feeling in tune with the power of the speedboat. He ran an import-export business, "Petite Tête Imports" trinkets from Algiers, oddities from the Congo and the average European goods. Until recently it was hanging on the brink of...
Author's Note: this chapter is just an introduction of the main character. In fact it's a long introduction of how the character came to be. Not only that, but I really hope I did this right, and people will like it. Happy Reading Everyone. I would like to send a big thank you to my editor Curt. Warning: this story contains violence for a person's different...
A lot of people don't know the difference between a niqab and a burqa (and most acquainted with Muslim culture don't care either way). A niqab is just a face and head veil, usually worn with modest clothing. The burqa is a wide gown that starts from the top of the head and forms effectively a tent from there to the ground. The distinction is important for me...
I think this was like in my sophomore year at Oceanview U. in southern California. Christmas rolled around, and I went home to Japan. One of the people I wanted to see was my cousin, Namie. I mainly see her on special occasions, but she's always been nice to me, and we're kind of friends. She's older than me, and married now, but to me at least, she's one of...
Standing there naked in a room full of young women, one of which happened to be my wife's younger sister wasn't something I'd ever imagined I'd be doing. Nor could I imagine how I'd gotten here in the first place, the bizarre series of events that had let up to this. Led up to me promising to do this...to stand here jerking myself off in front of Chris, my n...
Marcellus Tvaris was a tailor. He was the very best of tailors. He could fit a dinner jacket with such precision, he fit his dresses with such delicacy, that he was able to keep his shop open in a suburb on the west side of Detroit for twenty five years. He had an exacting and accurate eye for detail. He would take notice of the particular way a man's waistl...
The cook brought out dessert. I didn't know her name. It was just another reminder that I was not as different from them as I imagined. When we finished, my Father asked if the two of us could excuse him and Joanne for a while, so they could discuss this matter. We said we would be around and went to my room. "How much of that did you make up on the spot?"...
It was a gorgeous summer afternoon in Ann Arbor Michigan. The temperature was well into the mid 80's. Candy was laying out on her padded lounge chair rubbing the tanning lotion into her legs. She wore her new bikini. David helped her pick it out at Macy's. He loved seeing her wear sexy revealing clothes and the tiny little bikini was no exception. Cindy's...
This story actually started about six years ago. I live in a rural community in the Midwest. One day while I was helping my brother-in-law on his farm I ripped the crotch out of my jeans. When we went to the house for lunch, Bob, my wife's brother was teasing me about my dilemma. Jill, my sister-in-law, said she'd try to sew them for me after lunch if I want...
She sat alone in the corner of the dark smoke filled room. A perfection of innocence masked by a tough façade. Her image of disaffected youth fitting with those she found solace with. Beauty buried under grime, silken locks braided once, now left as a collection of rats tails gathered at the crown of her head. She blended in seamlessly, as her heavy lidded g...