Author's Note: Readers be warned that if you are expecting a copious amount of raunchy sex, it is not going to be in this tale -- so, stop here (no harm, no foul). This story revolves around the machinations of a Chinese Dragon Lady, her petite and cute great-granddaughter, and an inspiring private banker. Albeit a bit strange, this is a love story in which...
Ok, folks, as promised, here's the next part. I know, each part is taking a bit longer, but it's getting tougher to write, too.... I promise, though, there are still a fair few installments to go, and I'm starting to see how this will eventually end up. I hope you enjoy it, and look forward to any comments you may leave, good or bad. Oh, by the way.... as...
Chapter 7: Public Exhibition For Debbie A few short stories I put together here. They could have become full fledge chapters but I decided otherwise. As Abbie had expected it, Debbie and her daughters were given a six weeks sick leave to recover from the abuse they had suffered in Archie and Carol's clutches. Debbie's daughters were young and the superfici...
Forward: This story was given to me as a challenge. Think of it as an alternate history to some degree. There are historical personages represented who interact with my invented characters. Feel free to ask which is which. There is plenty of graphic sex in this story, along with a lot of combat and violence. Just warning you now. Reviews and genuine critique...
I dedicate this story and the next story in this series to the dear and wonderful Chinese woman who suggested the idea. Pamela Poon loved Sydney as much as she hated Bummkrak, Qnsld. Perhaps it was the cosmopolitan nature of the city that allowed a Chinese teenager to feel at home. Definitely, the Queensland rednecks who still believed in the "Yellow Peril"...
There is a lot of truth in this story, and some fantasy. The very last paragraph is part of the fantasy. The story contains oral, vaginal and anal sex. It also contains rape and revenge. I think the truth and the context justify everything being in the story that is in here. I am interested in your comments. The real events were in the mid-1960's. I arrived...
My wife and I met when we were both 14 years old. May was the only Chinese girl in our sophomore class. She was little, skinny, very shy, wore glasses, very intelligent and had long blue black hair down pass her ass. I was on the junior varsity football team and was failing math due to too much football practice and not enough time studying. May was assigne...
Within a week, they had observation posts set up all around the enemy camp, and were gathering large amounts of intel about the place. They knew which buildings were barracks, where the motor pool was, which ones were used as storage of one sort or another, and where the mess hall was. The base Commander's quarters was in, roughly, the center of the compound...
In Canada, even if you live in a city, the wilderness is never too far away, particularly if you are willing to canoe or hike off the beaten path. With care, you can find still isolated areas within a few hours drive, where you can get away from the internal combustion engine for a day or a week - the trick is in finding the spots. In the winter, one of ou...
'Good morning, my love,' On wrote in the simplified Chinese hanzi that would make his feelings a mystery to the prying eyes of his Jamaican supervisors. He was miserable, and it was only the weekly letters to his beloved fiancée, still awaiting his return in China, that kept him going through the separations that his job as a construction worker forced on th...