Daniel Martínez era el epítome de un joven universitario en su mejor momento: atlético, con un cabello castaño que parecía resistirse al desorden, ojos color café que reflejaban una mezcla de inteligencia y agotamiento, y una piel trigueña que delataba sus horas bajo el sol. Con 1.80 m de altura y un físico trabajado, no era sorpresa que llamara la atención...
Many months passed after that night of nights. Dolly left my bed to embark upon the dress-making business that I prepared her for; enlightening her with a certain amount of business acumen and of course, sufficient capital to allow her to run the business without financial worry for some two years. Of course if this proved insufficient, I would gladly provid...
He'd been standing in line behind her at the bank, quickly scanning the back and side view of her, the junoesque proportions, taking in the tailored suit, sensible shoes, her meticulous grooming, a teasing whiff of her perfume and something less tangible. She concluded her business and turned to leave, his peripheral vision caught something falling to the...
What might the world look like if women were usually stronger and more aggressive than men? Perhaps a society existing very much like the one we know, but with almost every gender role reversed. Not only that, but what if the ideas about the sexes that evolved in such a world were far stricter, enforced through every aspect of society and any deviation looke...
Darwin glanced at his watch, it was a quarter to twelve. He was half an hour early and had taken a strategic place to watch Nathalia when she arrived. Nathalia was the latest in a long row of women he had been talking to on the Internet. They had been talking for over a month now and this was going to be their first meeting. He took out and lit a cigarette,...
As usual, don't read a Troubador story if you are looking for sex. This is different from my usual story, but I think you'll know the people I'm writing about, like some of them and dislike others. _ _ _ _ _ _ "Dammit! Another big week planned with Susan, another 'emergency' call from the boss!" thought Darwin as he hefted his big portmanteau in one hand,...
Chapter 1 On Day 4 of consecutively calling into the Coffee A-Go Bar for his 7.45 a.m. booster shot, necessary to rev into wide-awake mode, Darwin Goodman was leaving ready to sip from the cardboard cup while walking to the office. The only server aged beyond those in the lower twenties called, "Good morning, Darwin." He stopped. She was too old to be dat...
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...
Thanks once again to my editor "Wires" for his assistance. He really had his work cut out for him on this one and his help made 'sneakers' a much easier read. ***** When my alarm went off I felt Karen stir. She moved closer to me in the bed and grabbed my cock. We sleep naked for several reasons; one of which is being able to have the skin to skin contact...
My name is Darshana Parvati Singh. I was born and raised in the City of Bhopal, Capital of the Indian Province of Madhya Pradesh. I've always been different from others ever since I could remember. As a young woman in the Republic of India, I've always had the feeling that my destiny lay elsewhere. My father Raju Singh always encouraged me to pursue my dream...