They call me Al-Asi but that is not my real name it, however, reflects who I am better than my real name. For me, the name is a testament that it's possible to defy the place you are born into. I'm not an educated girl, I can barely read and write, but I'm a poet and narrator, because I know how to tell a story. The name gives a clue to my origins; I'm from...
Author's Note: I have added this preamble to make sure that readers know what they're getting when they read this story. The first version drew a few nasty comments from readers who were grossed out by the graphic and occasionally brutal non-consensual content. (Why anyone who is easily grossed out would read past the first couple of paragraphs is a mystery...
Chapter 7 Scene of the CrimeCarmen, barefoot and wearing cut-offs and an oversize Cal U. sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up, was curled up on the couch between her mother Mercedes, and her grandmother, Abuela, when her cell phone buzzed. They were watching an episode of the Ellen DeGeneres Show Mercedes had TIVO'd. Ever since she had come to terms with h...
I stretch and yawn as I wake up, feeling well-rested and quite satisfied. Nightwing isn't cuddling against me, but it doesn't really worry or concern me – she's probably just cleaning herself or something. I scratch at my bare back, resenting my choice not to redress myself before falling asleep after our...experience. The bark from the tree has scratched s...
Some nights, the RA had a hangover and singing anything above the level of wait'll you see my dick was out of the question. On those nights, you sucked it up and turned to more obscure college entertainment, like drinking and party games. "My turn?" Beca asked, before taking her obligatory shot. "Dare." Aubrey smiled at her, always loving to turn the scr...
Author's Notes: M and M Coltsfoot is a work of fiction. The characters and plot represent no known people or actions. The geographical locations in Texas and elsewhere are quite real, however, and described as best as the author can make such description. The same is true of the several universities mentioned in the story. This will be a rather lengthy and m...
The House of Al Saud has ruled the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the Heartland of the Islamic world, for over a century. Their excesses are well-known, especially the younger Princes and Princesses who are more likely to eschew tradition than their predecessors. Caught between the modern world and the most conservative nation on earth, they're forever straddling...
The night air in Santa Fe was filled with a mesquite scent. Turquoise Sky shut the door to her black Mercedes Coupe and headed up the drive of the hilltop home. Turquoise was a towering brunette who stood six feet tall in her stocking feet. Her face was slim, with high cheekbones and a chiseled nose. Her straight long brown hair framed her face like a dark h...
(The usual proviso: This story is fiction. All persons depicted as having sex or in an erotic situation were designated by the writer to be adults, having achieved at least their eighteenth birthdays. All persons in this story are products of the writer's imagination, and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.) ***** Across the da...
A Friendly Game: I'm warm, safe. She's next to me, hugging one of my arms around her shoulder like a blanket. I draw in a breath of her scent and... "Sal?" I ask, allowing the smallest possible amount of light through my eyelids, reality comes back. "Mmm." Now don't get excited, Sal is most certainly not someone I expect to ever find in my bed. Me and Sa...