For Annabel had told the three people that had been inside the room with her and the local Hypnotist for St James Sanitarium, that her twin sister had been having these dreams all her life. Well for as long as Annabel had been able to remember. The dream hardly ever changed. It just seemed that what ever had been getting closer to her sister, had finally got...
Sometimes, I hate my life. Seriously. My name is Stephen L'Atelier. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on the seventh day of February 1989. My father, Jeremie L'Atelier is White, of French-Canadian descent. My mother, Annette Jean-Francois, is Black, of Haitian descent. She moved to Canada from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti t...
Whatever you do, don't call me Manny. I absolutely hate it. What kind of name is that for a chick anyways? If you know what's good for you, you'll address me by my proper name Manal Muhammad. When I said that, the pudgy teacher's assistant glared at me balefully, a look of simmering anger filling his reddened face. His blue eyes were like ice cubes. I could...
The wedding was a fantastic event, a small personal Halloween wedding. Keeping with the holiday spirit our colors were a deep blood red, black, and white. Our few dozen guests, were asked to come to the chapel in a costume. My attire was simple, a pure black, slim fit suit, deep blood red shirt, a matte black tie with black paisley designs, and simple black...
After the accidental wife swap we experienced on our last vacation I wrote that the foursome didn't have an effect on our relationship. I should have worded the statement differently. It surely did have an effect, as our discussions about adding partners to our sex life were no longer just fantasies, rather it seemed like we were scheming and planning future...
Chapter 5 - Friend & Family Newne, Lunara (The Moon Empire), On the bed a girl of youth lay prone, her head held up by her hands and elbows, her slender legs bent up swaying back and forth. Her silver hair ponytailed with few strands freely hanging by her ears. Her sapphire eyes blinking gazing on an open book in front. "The Neirreed Archipelago consists...
"Hmm, come on, Mr. D, we both know you love this ass," Madeena Wardak said coyly, and the curvaceous young Afghan Muslim woman smiled and bent over, outwardly sticking her bum. For most of her life, Madeena hated her curvy body, her surplus flesh, and yearned to be like those tall, slender girls in the covers of magazines like Elle and Cosmo. This sad state...
A rusted swing creaking lazily in the evening breeze. Soft trimmed grass. The basketball hoop without a net standing sentinel. The old shaky slide reflecting the glow of the setting sun. All ringed by a rusted metal fence. The setting sun shadows the playground as time shades the memories. I snapped a photo and messaged it to her. I'm not sure of her number...
It's 8:30 and dark when I arrive in this moneyed neighborhood. Ah, to be a boss, single and have money in the bank! I climb nicely laid brick stairs amid well-kept landscaping, reach the second floor, and press a doorbell. I wait, and press it again. And again. Is Payton leading me on? It wouldn't be the first time when chasing tail. Finally, the door opens...
(Set in Queensland, Australia) Walking along the main street late Saturday morning and carrying a shopping bag in each hand, lanky blond Australian Pete Rutter pushed his sunglasses back over his curls with his right wrist. That gave clearer vision of the approaching nubile woman in white shorts and wearing an eye-catching multi-colour top knotted above t...