For the past 36 years Samantha was a mother for her three children, then when the kids were all in school and having gotten her teaching certificate she started working in the school system as an art teacher until all her children were out of college, but her passion was to be a sculptor was left untapped. During the evening meal she was sharing with her hu...
In the previous story Brandi finds out that her son, she had put up for adoption, sixteen years prior, was at her home. We were on our way to California. I was very lucky to get a flight out of Tanzania, that morning at ten. I estimated, it was going to take twenty-three hours to get to our home in California. We had plenty of time for Brandi to explain wha...
(Author's Note: All fictional characters depicted in this story are at least 18 years old.) "Nice ass, Becky!" Marcus yelled from the top of his lungs from the other side of the school's hallway, directing his crass comment at me. Fucking prick. I hated Marcus. I dealt with him enough throughout high school. It was senior year, and I was still dealing wi...
For the purposes of this story, I am unconditionally stipulating that the main protagonists are 18 years old by the time the story begins. There is no question that these fictional individuals were 18 years old at the time this story fictionally took place. *** Our small ski boat thrummed along through the water. I couldn't help but sport a huge grin as we...
**All characters are 18 or over. This is a little different from my normal type of story. Be sure to check the tags.** * Delilah had a complex medical history. For months after her birth she had several surgeries to "Fix" her. Her parents told the doctors keep her as natural as possible. No implants, no amputations, and trying to save as much utility and s...
I can't wait to see you and almost jump out of my skin when I hear your key in the door. Even though it only took you 15 minutes to drop the kids off at my parent's house for the night, I am so anxious to get our date night started. I look down the hall and see you looking very sexy and delicious in your tight jeans and knee high boots. You walk in and as yo...
You come back after a tiring day at school. It was long, and Uni is still new to you, so although the hours went by fast, you are very tired, and you still have tons of work to do! You get off from the metro, make your way out of the crowded station and walk the rest of the way home, the cold autumn air whistling around you and carrying the smell of chestn...
According to conventional wisdom about hijab-wearing Muslim girls, I'm supposed to be soft and sweet. The name is Saleema Hussein and I'm a young woman hailing from the City of Red Deer, Alberta, with a story to share with you. I'm biracial, born to Imran Hussein, an immigrant father from Pakistan, and Salome Gutierrez, a Colombian-born Canadian author. I've...
Too often we work our asses off all day or to those of you with night hours, all night, and for what? Then after we fight tooth and nail through all the lane monitor drivers who should (all ride rapid transit and) get off the road, we finally make it home. We don't need to know anything is broken, one of the kids was bad and needs to be talked too. We need a...
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, to find my sweetie, Amina Alzahrani, either crying or tossing and turning. That's when I know for sure that she's dreaming of her old life in Yanbu, Saudi Arabia. As liberated as my sweetie says she is, I can see in her eyes that Amina is still haunted by the country and people she left behind. Those nightmares...