Ever since I could remember, I've always had a thing for black guys, and it's not an easy thing for an Arab woman to admit. The family in which I grew up is profoundly racist, although they would deny it to no end if queried on the subject. There isn't supposed to be any racism in Islam, that's the fairy tale being preached in every Masjid from Yemen to Leba...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Miami, Florida A usual hot day down in south Florida had unfolded following the morning hours. The sun was up, shining in the typical way as the heat was slowly fading on in the afternoon. Rain had washed away...
"What do you want, Vampire?" Elsa Martinez, last of the Brujas Del Infierno said to the monster standing before her. In her stately mansion located on La Via Casimir in the south side of Havana, Cuba, Elsa had been preparing for the night after a long day spent visiting her various textile businesses, making sure they were managed properly. The last thing th...
Summer 2005 Her kisses were hard, hot and wet. Those words were already easy to use when talking about Salma Hayek. I'd had the chance to do all that with her for a month, but not that physically yet. Somehow, it seemed she was trying to change that here and now. In an empty room at an industry party we were attending. But thanks to those hard, hot wet ki...
*Note: This is the third installment in My Tres XXX Amigas. In part one I was new in town and in my job at the university. Marty Sutter was one of my peers in the department. I was taken with her sharp looks and funny sense of humor so I jumped at her invitation to meet her two friends, Sylvia and Lauren, on her porch for summer drinks and laughs. Little di...
The Dark Lady Ch. 9 - Mine Trouble Threatens Gallery Launch When Kim and Clara and Marty got back from New York, there was a festive dinner at Keeler, with oohing and ahhing over the jewelry samples they brought home. Kim nervously asked Susan and Clemmie how DR's production was going. They were full of smiles as they recounted having just gone down to take...
His face between Erin's splayed legs, Jim examined her crotch. The pink, wavy folds of her labia had opened slightly, releasing a musky scent into his bedroom. Her pubic hair was tidy, a dusting rather than a bush, with a few longer follicles sticking out around her vulva. It was light brown in the sunlight streaming in through the window. There was a large...
What do you get a woman who's financially set for any holiday, much less Valentine's Day? Lexi was not one to buy into the commercialism of the holiday. But, under that sometimes bitchy exterior was a hopeless romantic. Lexi had let me see that side of her more than once. So it was a surprise to me when I found out we were not spending Valentine's weekend...
Life in Newton, Mass is pretty good. They should call it Newtit Mass with the unnatural wonders that bored housewives are having glued to their breastbones these days. I was able to develop a few medical technology products in conjunction with Harvard years ago and thoroughly enjoy a semi-retired life with my trophy wife who still puts in a few hours as a nu...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. ****************** Los Angeles, California July 2013 Hanging from a white painted ceiling was a fan with rotating blades rotating at a moderate sp...