My story is like Oliver Stone’ movie Heaven and Earth, where you are trapped between two worlds. My name is TJ, and I am 22 years old. I am a ‘luk kreung’, which means a mixed breed. I’m Half Thai and Half American and look like a Mexican. My father visited Thailand in his young
I lay in my bed, shivering slightly in the cold late autumn night. It had been a very warm day, but tonight was unseasonably cold. Probably only about 39 degrees outside, and not too much warmer inside. In theory I could turn the heat up, but my mom and twelve-year-old brother, Brady, were out of
While you were gone. In other words in case you haven’t read any of the previous stories. My niece came to live with my wife and I when she was sixteen years old. She immediately impressed upon me (no pun intended) how grateful she could be when favors were done for her. A beer on
When Manu got home his wife was beside herself. Dinner was not ready and her sari wasn’t even fastened properly. Her hair was a mess too. “Oh my dear, what has happened?” he exclaimed, putting his arms around the pretty and busty woman he had recently married. When he kissed her he recognized the taste
“I don’t usually pick up hitchhikers, but you look safe. Get in.” He was young and tall, just the sort that set my pussy juicing. I had to have him! I’m 38, divorced and I love to fuck, especially with the kind of tall, gorgeous hunk that just climbed into the car beside me. The
Carolyn didn’t really fit in at college. She’d been excited to go for weeks beforehand. She thought she was ready for a new adventure. High school had been so confining, so strange. College was where she would make some real friends, read some good books, really explore the world. But, two weeks in, it was
My wife works for a large law firm in the city we live in. And like the other professional women working there she up holds a very high standard in the way she acts and dresses. My wife is what I would call a cum slut, unknown to any of her colleagues. She sucks me
It had been an eventful and wild year for the Hamlins. First there was Dolly’s prolonged rape that had awakened long suppressed sexual feelings and then the wild and uninhibited voluntary reunion with her rapist. Dolly and her husband, Rob, had returned to their Missouri home and had settled down to a much more satisfying
Traci Jones had been very pleased with the hospice care that her mother had received just before her mother died of breast cancer. Hospice care is supposed to assist terminally ill patients die with comfort and dignity after all other medical measures have been completely and thoroughly exhausted. Traci’s mom died at the early age
Elizabeth Jamieson and her son James, were far from being poor, when James was 10 his father a very prominent businessman had died in a freak auto accident. Leaving both James and his mother well over $30 million in insurance as well as numerous estates and titles. Still living in the lavish home James had
I met her at a store. I was just shopping around, minding my own business, when this beautiful blonde bumped into me. She was tall, nearly my height and built like you wouldn’t believe. Huge breasts, thin waist, exaggerated curves; she was a walking wet dream. She literally bumped into me, knocking the bag out
She was tough, alright, just as advertised. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed and fiery, and loved her bondage sessions. She had a very high tolerance for pain too, maybe that was what I really admired about her; that she could take anything I could dish out, and then some, and that she truly loved every minute of
I love my husband. Except for the few times when Bob gets carried away in bed, he is an excellent husband. I can’t understand what happens. Most of the time our love making is fantastic. He is considerate, and kind, but then every once-in-awhile, he just goes off the deep end. About four months ago,
Well, where to begin? I’ll start at the beginning, OK? I’m Jessica and I’m just about to turn 25. I go to college right now and I’m really involved in politics. Actually, I’m involved in what we like to call counter- politics; That is, I’m an Anarchist. I won’t go into the details of the
By the time I arrived at the home of my grandmother in Chicago, I had convinced myself that this would be the most boring and wasted weekend I had ever spent. My parents had moved away from the city years before, when I was in junior high. We visited my grandparents regularly in the years