I came to upon hearing the sound of pebbles hitting the undercarriage and in the wheel wells. I assumed that the vehicle had just turned onto a gravel road. My hands and feet are bound and I have a gag stuffed into my mouth and covered it with duct tape. Having just awakened I'm unsure how long or how far we've been traveling. Unable to call out for help an...
He was an ass. I hated him. I hated the air that he was breathing. I hated ground he walked on. I hated the strut in his walk. I hated his brown loafers. I'm in the bushes beside the stairs that lead up to the second floor where his apartment was. The apartment where he fucked my marriage over. Where he stole from me something far more valuable than gold....
This all happened over thirty years ago. I was student teaching in my last semester at a prominent "teacher's college" in the Northeast. As March rolled around the group of students I was with were shocked to hear that while all our friends went on Spring Break we would remain teaching. To add insult to injury, the dorms were closing (as were dining services...
"Masuma Assad Khalid, you are certainly a controversial young woman," Ali Crawford said, smiling at the Hijab-wearing young South Asian Muslim woman sitting opposite him. The two of them sat inside the Bridgehead Café located in downtown Ottawa, within walking distance of various businesses and government buildings, including Parliament Hill. At this hour, t...
This work is copyrighted to LuckOfTheDraw, 2011. No part of it may be reproduced or copied without the written permission of the author. -- This incident took place during the early 80s in India. I had just turned twenty, and had started to wonder seriously about life. As a girl I had quickly learnt the art of observing without being noticed. My family was...
Arianne Voric shifted down a gear, feeling the strong pull of the two litre engine as she accelerated into the long, climbing curve. Her leather gloved hands moved deftly across the steering wheel instinctively correcting an incipient skid as the road surface changed from dry to damp under the fringe of fir trees that bordered the A1 highway. As the road str...
Serendipity. That's how it all started. A random low probability confluence of events that forever changed my marriage and my life. Shama and I were on a vacation at a couples-only all-inclusive resort in Jamaica. Our son Abhi had reached four years of age, and was independent enough to be left alone with our friends back in Atlanta for a few days. Since Sh...
Chapter 8 Private Mario Frabitzy was tired and cold, he had an hour left of guard duty, then he could return to the warmth of the guard house. He saw the faint lights of the convoy descending the escarpment road. Must be more provisions for the bloody Germans he thought. He moved to the other side of barrier unbuttoning his trousers to relieve himself. In...
Raj lays back on the couch she had sex on half an hour ago, smoking a cigarette in a black silk kimono robe. She enjoys watching Allie putting on her clothes in the middle of her living room. "I thought the beer was the reward for saving you." Allie says, sliding into her pants. "It was." Raj assures. "What was the sex for then?" Allie asks, getting her s...
Author's Note: This is a series of stories involving the titular character, a young woman named Pooja, and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed, mainly, around the evolution of her sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed but it's my hope such detail will provide a richer experience for you, the reader, as you truly g...