One late Saturday morning in Bangkok: I see him on the crowded platform at Asoke: tall, lean, bespectacled, red-T-shirted, aged maybe 50. He, like me is a farang, a western foreigner. Me, female,—26 years old, dressed in floppy, short culottes and a loose blouse. As the elevated Skytrain pulls in, we exchange glances. He smiles. Or does he? Inside the train,...
Dear readers, I've been overwhelmed by the touching comments and messages about this story. I am a writer for whom words are both a passion and a source of livelihood, but my biggest reward is the difference I make to people's lives- if at all. Thank you and keep reading :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cloudy evening was dull and heavy. There was no rain, no...
It was at the Autumn meeting that the strange story of the "fang" in our "Black Museum" emerged. The museum is really a collection of oddities from round the globe where our members have worked, but "the Fang" is quite famous amongst our members, mostly for it's being among the military bits and pieces. We'd had a damned good Dinner and the Speeches were m...
"Can we...get started...on my...bed bath...now?" James looked up at me from his hospital bed as he waited for an answer. I didn't want to embarrass him, but it was going to take more than just a bath to get rid of his horrendous body odor. It was time to stop playing games and get to work...or so I thought. He didn't wait for my reply as he returned to stari...
(another part may follow based on the response...) The bus came to a stop outside the house. The doors opened and a middle-aged, plump woman got down. As the bus drove on, sending dust and smoke in the air, the woman brought her hands forward in full view, her forearms encased in the straps of her crutches. Planting the crutches firmly in front of her, she...
Kavya was born to a Tamil family who moved to Hyderabad. She wasn't allowed to have boyfriends before college and was enlisted into a private education. Once her MBA was done, her parents chose arranged marriage for her. Kavya was trained into becoming a faithful wife and mother from her childhood. Her mom, grandmom and other women in home have the same rest...
Right from the start of the dance Esha made it clear with her body language that her whole focus was Romeo. Her close intimate dance hold stated clearly that she didn't care who was looking but Romeo would have full access to her body. She was not a skinny girl but her body was supple and lithe. Her curves were perfect and her flesh tight, especially in her...
(This is something that has been going through my head for a while now. I have placed it in the Romance section as it is a letter about love. Please remember that this is a work of fiction.) ~~~~~~~~ To my darling, As I write this the sun is setting. The sky is a wondrous picture of pink & gold. The clouds are thin lines of colours that could never be imi...
Warning: I don't know how to give warnings, but there's some unexpected sex in here that one of the participants feels conflicted about. I don't know what that is, but I know it doesn't work for some, so if that's you - ummm... be warned. Plus, there's a lot of references to Tom Waits, who is kinda scary, but I think that's a good thing. What Dreams May Com...
Love and Sex in the Time of the Plague Chapter 2 Paul learns more about John's visit Spring 2020 "When you are shut off from the world, every day is exactly the same as the one before. This sameness has a way of wearing down your soul until you become nothing but a breathing, toiling, consuming thing that awakes to the sun and sleeps at the dawn...