It had taken me three weeks to get to the real reason I knew I had been sent to Rhodesia. But here I was, in the lobby of Salisbury's Meikles Hotel, waiting for Section Officer Gavin Coetzer to drive down from Morris Depot along The Avenues to take me out to Alister's farm. I surreptitiously as possible pulled at my long socks, still being self-conscious ab...
Meet Dr. Nora Woodson, a six-foot-tall, curvy African American doctor living in the City of New Orleans, Louisiana. The southern metropolis is the first place in the world where Nora Woodson feels at home. She was born in New Hampshire to a Jamaican immigrant mother and a white American father, and felt out of place there for most of her life. At the age of...
A Chinese proverb says may you live in interesting times. I've seen it on many of those fortune cookies they give you in restaurants, and I can't but smile every time. If you ask me, people should strive for the ordinary and the mundane and avoid the extremes that come with leading an extraordinary life. They'd live longer if they did. Who am I kidding? We a...
Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part One. Possibly stand alone.) (An "adult" read of more than 10,000 words. This is an effort to touch on the implications of whoring in periods of social tumult and political upheaval. There are no pretensions of expertise in the history and culture of South Africa. The author is acquainted, however, with knowledg...
This story isn't intended to be only 'wham-bam, thank you, ma'm stuff. It's also a story with some character development, and it makes a statement about ethnic social interaction between different cultures. ** Her name was 'Susi,' and she was a South African 'lady of privilege,' working temporarily in the U.S. as an internist with one of the federal gover...
I'm going to be brutally honest here, folks. I hate bitches. I hate everything about them. They're wicked, evil and manipulative. They think that having a vagina grants them special rights. They ruin the lives of good men. They destroy entire families. They bring down whole organizations. They are agents of chaos and destruction and I hate them for it. I pit...
This will make more sense if you read Jungle fever first. Kudos to Flavian who takes thoughts and makes them readable. Just like several years into most marriages, this story doesn't have much sex. ***** Jungle Fever, Ch. 2 ---The end of the Safari, but not the adventure As soon as Eric and his best friend, Sam, left for the airport, the rest of the gr...
There she was cooking breakfast, humming to herself she had not heard me wake up. Tiptoeing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist. It made her jump a little but she leaned her head to the side and kissed my lips. "Mmmm.. What a good morning it is darling!" She finished saying, with a grin she continued cooking the pancakes. I smirked and responde...
Passion makes the world go around. Let no one tell you otherwise. Think about it. Men and women spend billions of dollars a year on cosmetics, hair treatment, plastic surgery and toiletries. Everyone wants to look attractive to whoever might be looking. Male and female, black and white, straight and gay, rich and poor. We all do it. It's as essential to us a...
My name is Carla Brett. I'm a professor of Criminal Psychology at Carleton University in the great city of Ottawa, Ontario. A six-foot-one, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman. Curvy and voluptuous, sensual the way only a Celtic goddess can be. And I'm a sharp mind too. You'll soon discover why. A lot of people find my view of the world to be strange, ev...