"Salaam, Bonsoir, Monsieur Claude," said the hostess at Assad's Palace, and Claude Ferdinand smiled pleasantly at Asma Assad, wife of the late owner Ali Assad. The six-foot-tall, curvy, attractive, fifty-something Arab lady, who had a few silver streaks in her long dark hair greeted him with her customary warm smile, and Claude greeted her in kind. It's am...
Joseph Prince was in his nano-physics bio-chemical lab located in Maryland. Taking a break he enjoyed his pastime of listening to Michael Jackson music and doing a moon walk in the lab. He was wearing a white silk shirt with frills under a black jacket similar to one of Michael Jacksons and was laughing at his rendition of the dance steps. He had a similar t...
This is it, the final chapter. Hope everyone enjoys. *********** Chapter 7 I sat in the reception office of Dr. Klein, having checked in a few minutes earlier than the email suggested. The room was like many others I had been in, with joined chairs covered in floral designs, end tables with magazines that nobody ever really reads and landscape art screwed...
Being a man in an Arab society is not always easy. To this day, I have not figured out whether being a white, Western man makes it actually more or less difficult when it comes to intimate relations within the oriental world outside of marriage. Clear enough, one's luck with sexual encounters is very much dependant on coincidence and the right time, place, c...
Preface In my first story, The Devil's Gateway, one of the main characters—Liv—teaches a class for lesbians who have, or had, great difficulty with Christian doctrines that have caused them much discomfort with regard to their undeniable lesbianism. Liv termed her class as The Truth of the Lies. The lies she exposes are the so-called inerrant truths as pre...
part one chapter six Life was like riding his bike home from school, even in high school. Or running home, because running always felt so good. Getting home felt good, most of the time, anyway, because after all the chores were done there was an hour on the piano. Because that time on the piano always felt like the best time of all. Beyond the best, even....
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells Loving your enemy is easy ... you know precisely where both of you stand In case anyone cares: I do not hate China or the Chinese People. As a Global Power, the PRC is fair game to be a great antagonist in a fiction story. Not only do they have...
Save your breath, the firefighter told me as she tried to help me out from the rubble. I looked at the tall, crimson-haired and brown-skinned young Black woman, whose lusciously dark skin was covered with soot, and fought back the urge to smile. I don't breathe, I thought smugly and took the hand she offered. Fires in large apartment buildings like this can...
"Jessica, get out here, now! We are so hard," He barks out in their thick Russian accents and I shudder and try to ignore him. Instead I look into the mirror and apply pink lipstick, I am trying to stay focus, but I can't help but wonder, how did I end up here? He screams again "Come on Jessica, be a good girl, I know you want it." A good girl, he says? Well...
Summary: Jade Jordan finds a surprise in her bed, and Jag Panzer makes good on a not-so-idle suggestion. (Sequel to Knight Squadron: Journey) *** 30 plus years after the Battle of Syria... Aiden Hunt had established the Borleais base as one defiant rebel stand, an obstacle for the Chiggers and a testament to his sometimes less-than-sane tactics. The Gene...