She wasn't sure she'd actually slap them, but she headed to the healer's building anyway. "You're on time for once." Ina raised an eyebrow. "It's that time again?" Ina shoved a drink at her. With a shrug, she downed the liquid. Handing the cup back, she looked up at the ceiling. "How are the girls holding up?" Ina lowered her voice. "They have nightmares...
Five years ago I was a happy little stoner chick. I styled hair and did make-up for a living. Most of my friends were gay men I worked with and I felt safe. I got high when I felt like it and was promiscuous with both sexes; never caring about having a future with anyone. Then I met Cody. I can't remember when we first saw each other, just that he took over...
"Woah!" exclaimed Sergeant First Class John Doe, as the ground gave way under him. He had been seperated from his troops during an ambush, somewhere in the mountains of the Oruzgan province of Afghanistan. They hadn't expected much resistance in such a scarcely populated area and John certainly didn't expect a mortar round exploding less than 20 f...
Steve owned a traditional Bed & Breakfast. His girlfriend, Isabel, lived there with him and helped him to run the inn. They had enjoyed several years of steady business and a good life, until the recession hit. Business slacked off and the discussion turned to how to increase business. There was the typical discussion of reducing rates, offering a free nigh...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I'm a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study accounting and I live in the east end with my boyfriend Steve Salomon. The big and tall young Haitian guy stole my heart a long time ago. I love this man something fierce and I woul...
PREFACE The language in this story can get quite vulgar towards the end. It is not meant to do anything but titillate readers and the subjects of the story. If you're turned off by dirty talk or unbridled sex (vs. romance), then this fantasy* missive is not for you. You'd be better moving to another story. This story clocks in with three parts at 7,000 word...
Admittedly, I grew up in a different era. Despite the turbulent sixties, the nineteen-seventies still held some of the family values espoused by television of the era such as Little House on the Prairie or the Waltons. This was especially true for me since I grew up in a small Southern town. We lived in the same two-bedroom house that my great-grandparents h...
あなたの娘さんの名誉私 Your daughter honors me Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 Evening, Saturday, August 4th Bob Osborne.... For the last week, I had returned to the hospital every day, ostensibly to check on Colonel Paras since I still felt a responsibility for her and to see Phelps... but, the truth was, I admitted to myself, to see the cute...
Chapter One I have been enjoying my time here in Rachel's home. She has been such a godsend for me. Work has been trying at times, but I am learning a lot. Rachel gives me special jobs to do, and I get them done in the most proficient way. I'd like to think I'm earning my keep. She is very reassuring with her comments and praise. It's been another long week...
The sun rose over the City of Djouba, South Sudan. As was his custom, Bilal Akol rose with it. Six feet three inches tall, lean and muscular, with skin of a rich mahogany hue, the young South Sudanese Muslim man rolled out his prayer rug, and began his prayer. He thanked the Most High for allowing him to wake up, and after finishing his prayer, he got ready...