Note to Reader Yes, this is the first story I've posted on here since 2002. My other story "Laraloubaye" was never completed, though the ideas are still very much in my imagination. Meanwhile, this new one, "Oshun" is not so much a story as it is a description of the society that the title character in my first story came from – the "Zoue" (as you'll see be...
This story is laid in the years of World War II, when female soldiers first began to enter the American Army in numbers. It involves a training march through open country, with a small detachment of women surrounded by male soldiers, and their tough female sergeant, determined to show her charges as both rugged and proper. No real sex, just a bit of "hold it...
My name is James Nazarene. I'm a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. I moved to America from the Republic of Haiti a few years ago. Recently, I graduated from Northeastern University with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice. Someday soon, I'm going to be a police officer. I've already gotten accepted into the Boston Police Academy. I know...
Raphael Dorval leaned back on his chair inside the Carleton University library, sighing deeply. The last day of July 2012 and he was still a thousand dollars short for the classes he wanted to take come September 2012. He was going to have to hustle in the month of August, for real. Life wasn't easy in the City of Ottawa these days, if it ever was. The big a...
My name is Fadiha Al-Muhammad. I'm a young Somali woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Anyone looking at me sees a five-foot-eight, slightly chubby young Black woman with light brown skin and hazel eyes. I have a curvy body, wide hips and a big round butt. Don't let the hijab fool you, Somali women are beautiful AND passionate. A lot of p...
One average weekday, my girlfriend, Jill, received an email at work from a close girlfriend of hers. In the email, Jilly (as her friend likes to call her) and I were invited to a party, as does happen from time to time. But this one was a little different. This email said the party was to be a month from now, and it was a theme party. It stated that the part...
BACKGROUND February 1918: American Raymond J. Earl, codename "Pierre," received special instructions from his Colonel to assume the identity of a French soldier and get closer to a particular French fortress. It was for Earl to find out what kind of weaponry they were stocking and to size up the men's health. He unfortunately became cocky with his positive...
1 We deny differences between male and female sexualities because we mistake sameness for equality (and move farther from true equality than ever). 2 Stephen King once wrote: women think they understand male lust, and that's probably just as well for their sleep and peace of mind. If we stopped denying difference, countless women would suffer sleepless...
Caspian thought about simply exerting the physical advantage of his masculine form and struggling free to walk away from this self-inflicted dream, but the natural authority of the women, and his own inbuilt desire to be controlled by their obvious superiority, ensured his obedience to them. The redhead, whose residence they were all to venture to; the web i...
Chapter 72 The 3rd Meeting of the Club "God, you didn't say there'd be so many people here," Val's sister Heather said as she sat down tentatively in the plush chair. Val reached over and patted her thigh. "There will only be about 15 or 20, and they're all women, Heather, so relax." Val looked around the room at the chairs and sofas ringing the stage....