I had a job working for a major news company. They sent me to a small town in Sweden to report on the waves of refugees immigrating from Africa and the Middle East. It was a small fishing village along the coast, probably 8,000 inhabitants. It had some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. It was an old town, very old, and rumor had it that the viking...
Beate steht darauf benutzt zu werden. Liebt es, wenn Mann sie hemmungslos abgreift. Ihre Titten massiert. Ohne zu fragen ihr Fickloch fingert. Sie auf die Knie drückt und ihr den Schwanz in den Mund schiebt. Sie als Fickfleisch benutzt. Als billige Hure behandelt und anspricht. Und ich stehe darauf, wenn sie von anderen Männern gefickt wird. Ich öffne die Ha...
There was a knock on the door. Sandy had phoned and said he was on his way over, something he wanted to talk about. I was always worried when Sandy called with something to talk about. Sandy was a "do-gooder." Not a busybody do-gooder, but the real deal. He helped with causes. He volunteered, and was prepared to do the sort of things others wouldn't do. When...
Copyright © 2006 Texas Refugee. All rights reserved. Author's Note: on second thought, I don't have anything say at this point. Just start reading and I'll meet you at the end. ~~~~~ * o0o * ~~~~~ At this precise moment I am in a darkened motel room, sitting in the desk chair that I have quietly placed next to the bed watching my wife Margaret as she slee...
"Salaam, bae, how's my favorite booty doing?" Sebastien Lavoie said cheerfully, his deep baritone voice pouring through the cell phone all smooth and confident. Bashira Mahmoud-Lavoie chucked softly, and shook her head. Leave it to that lustful husband of mine to call and ask about my ass, literally, Bashira thought. Sitting in the now empty lunch room locat...
I woke with a stale taste in my mouth, too much champagne and sex. A toothbrush and a cup of tea and I'd be as good as new. Extricating myself from Zanire's sleeping limbs, I quietly limped to the bathroom. Pointing my dick at the bowl, I was surprised it still worked. "You saw a lot of action, buddy, I'm glad you're ok." Zanire, stirred as the kettle bo...
That night, I'd contemplated (more like, I'd panicked) how I was going to manage what had happened between me and Zanire. I'd received the best blow job ever. I had a severe case of 'adulterous guilt.' I wanted another blow job. Could I just ask for one? Was Zanire playing some sort of game? I didn't get much sleep. Being the coward that I am, I certainly w...
It was late and now I was pissed off, very pissed off. This bloody hopeless public servant needs to get a real job. The email came through at the last minute, totally moving the goal posts and now we'd need to rewrite the whole report, all 137 pages. The Report was due at the Department of Infrastructure in 48 hours. I'll need to burn the candle at both end...
All characters are over 18 years of age. *** Nora and her family had been considering for some time whether it was time to leave war-ravaged Aleppo in Syria. They had been preparing to leave if things got much worse. Unfortunately the decision was taken out of their hands. Nora and her parents had been on their way to the market when the alarm sounded. Her...
Micah never knew how hot it could be in Alabama. He grew up with air conditioning, quickly scurrying from one cool room to another, seeing only the brief interludes of sweltering humidity or occasional long days of yard work. He looked longingly at the useless machines on the side of the gymnasium. The power cut out two weeks ago. The army only fired up the...