* * * * * "Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing." Macbeth, act v, scene v. * * * * * This is a platform that I want to use for a 100,000 word novel. Let me know if it is worth the time and effort. * * *...
The first time I saw my future wife Halima Saoud-Solomon, the young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman was sitting in the Saint Laurent Mall food court, all by herself, eating a plate of Chinese food like only a depressed woman could. I took one look at the tall, plump Arabian gal in the drab brown dress and modest hijab and knew that I wanted to fuck her. Fate had...
Mika sat at home in the small one bedroom apartment that she shared with her husband Dennis. She had married Dennis just over a year ago and had been paying the price ever since. Dennis was very strict and possessive. He was extremely proud of his young attractive wife and there was no way she would be allowed to work; so she was sentenced to a lonely life...
Bianhua A Bud blooms Part three The big black stallion, a horse among horses as far as I concerned was following us as Alana and I walked slowly back towards the coral and the huge horse barn. He was constantly trying to stick his head between ours as if he were going to miss something. To me, it was humorous while Alana was taking it in stride. Alana sa...
There she is. My Purnima Rajani. My lovely East Indian goddess. My gorgeous wife. My angel. Hailing straight from the City of Chennai in the Tamil Nadu region of the Republic of India. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with dark bronze skin, long lustrous Black hair and pale brown eyes. Born to a Tamil father and Sikh mother. Truly a unique blend, from what...
"Folks, there are three senior positions to be filled," Mr. Shahzad, the vice-president of the company announced to the group, "and those who are promoted will create opportunities for many others to rise also!" There was palpable excitement in the crowd of two dozen gathered in the main lobby of the Mangla guest house. The prospect of promotion raised the...
"My name is Katsumi Nakasone-Hollander, but everyone calls me Kat," the tall, curvy, raven-haired, thirty-something Asian American businesswoman said with a smile. Jacques Moulin and his wife Renata Urbano-Moulin looked at her and nodded. They were in the City of Randolph, Massachusetts, at the headquarters of Nakasone-Hollander Realty. Interesting pair, Kat...
A note from the author: As someone who thinks about erotica for a large portion of his waking day, my biggest complaint on the subject is that in a lot of short stories the characters rarely earn the fuck the author describes in blow-by-blow detail. I'm all for anal fisting in the dirtiest bathroom in Scotland, I just want to feel some connection with the c...
Old Bob Gunderson had asked if they could be brought in, and had, in fact, offered to go with the scout teams to talk with these other villagers. He was the one who'd told Jim about them in the first place, and had already volunteered to guide them to the other villages. It would have to wait for a while, though.... the old man didn't have the strength for...
The girl in the black string bikini caught my eye right away. She was Asian, slim, with long straight black hair. Her white porcelain skin stood out among the darkened red hued bodies tanning on the beach. As the breeze blew her hair she picked up her camera and started shooting. Her lean body moved with the grace of a ballet dancer. She was so concentrated...