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Moussa le migrant et la bourgeoise

Cela a commencé avec la création d’un CAO (Centre d’Accueil et d’Orientation) dans notre ville de bantieue. Nous avons donc accueilli 45 immigrés venus de Calais, et tout se passe bien. Mais pas de bals publics cette année, le maire craint que le déséquilibre accentué hommes/femmes ne crée des bagarres entre jeunes, la consommation de bière aidant.. Le temps passe, mon mari a pris comme « stagiaire » à insérer au métier, un migrant sénégalais de 25 ans. L’homme est beau, très noir, très grand,...

Bringing in Migrants

It was that dark bit of the night just afore dawn, you couldn’t see sod all which suited we just fine. The slight sea swell rocked our boat the “Fair Maid” as we approached the land and the engine just burbled on tick over as we crept in, normally it had a big diesel but Denzil fitted a straight six petrol out of an old combine harvester as he were to tight fisted to pay up when he blew the diesel up trying to outrun the coastguard. Radar showed Trellewin bay coming up, “Nearly there lads,”...

Haitian Immigrant Looks at Canada

The sun rose over Ontario, Canada, and I rose with it. I’ve been living in this place for several years now and even though my passport now says permanent resident of Canada instead of dubious terms like refugee claimant and all that crap, this place still doesn’t feel like home. Maybe it’s because of the cold, hateful stares I get from random people as I walk through the City of Ottawa. It’s one of the most racially diverse places in Canada, with scores of Arabs, Hispanics, Asians and...

Illegal Immigrants Ch 02

The idea of leaving the two girls in the camp on their own whilst he traveled back to town to sell his fish and pick up his supplies worried Len. The co -op had told him that the town’s teachers had been asking when he would be back. They had told the radio operator to ask him to add at least an additional day in town to his normal schedule. ‘You will have two or three days on your own he told Marla and Sashay as he trained them to use his equipment.’ Worried that they might face danger at the...

My secretary is an immigrant slut

Patianna Kendi was very satisfied. Very satisfied indeed with her new job. Two weeks before, she had gone for a job interview for a secretarial position in a small office. To say the company was small was an understatement. Apart from Patiana’s boss, a good looking man in his mid-twenties who called himself Mr Jones, nobody else seemed to work for the company. In fact, the whole office only consisted of a reception area and Mr Jone’s office. The money was not great, but the work was...

New Immigrant couple

I received a call from Anita, she said she wants to do some shopping on Saturday and will be free after mid-day till 9 in the evening. I asked her 9 hours with me alone, she replied in a whisper, why you think its too much. I giggled and in my sexy voice said, I wouldn't mind mid-day to mid-night. I could imagine she was blushing as she said Shawn will be back after mid-night but I thought I come home earlier. Why don't you ask him to pick you up from here, I am sure he won't mind if you are at...

The Dramatic Saga of Peter Q KleeshayChapter 8

The hallway was crowded, as it always was between classes. Megan was standing at her locker with the usual entourage. Since she had been the one most affected by Pete's nefarious actions, she had taken charge of that particular situation. "Chad, you and a couple others go over to Carla's at lunch and see if Pete is still out. I don't want the little bastard getting away. I'm going home and check on all those zombies at my house, anyone want to come with me?" Before anyone could...

Departing From Milan

DEPARTING FROM MILAN By Monica Graz PART 1 I was dressed in a quite simple manner when Conchita took me out to meet her Filipino friends that warm Sunday afternoon. It has been the first time I wasn't wearing my maid's uniform since I arrived in Signora's house two months ago; the fist day I had the chance to go out as a 'normal person'. Since I had no other clothes except my maid's uniforms, Conchita gave me an outfit to wear and I was dressed following her instructions....

Vacation at the Beach Another Morality Tale

Vacation at the Beach, Another Morality Tale There's a moment, as the afternoon fades toward evening and the beachgoers thin out; when the shadows start getting long and the light becomes perfect. You don't need sunglasses then. Anything seems possible. A man can dream. I wasn't interested in dreaming. I was about reality and how to shape it to my will. I knew the day was coming when I would be one of the most powerful men alive and no one would be able to stop me from doing what I...

Amanda

manda Deacon was a married, white woman in her mid-twenties. Twenty-six, to be exact. She had a very nice body and firm ass, too good belonging to a married woman. A natural dark blonde woman, she was a head turner and would grab attention of any polite, white man if not for her wedding band. To aggressive black men, it did not matter. And Amanda was accustomed and very comfortable with black men, thanks to a progressive program sanctioned by The Black Power Movement.She, like her husband,...

Apple Pickers

Apple Pickers Each picking season it is always hard for me to realize that there really is a need for cheap disposable labor. Migrant workers serve a valuable need. These modern day nomads travel from crop to crop at harvest season up and down to coast. They can pick green beans one week, fresh blueberries the next week, and ripe apples a month later. They just show up. You don’t have to tell them when the fruit is ripe or even ask them to come. They just show up, ask for work, and...

Fate of an Illegal Mexican girl

Fate of an Illegal Mexican girlBy Sonya EsperantoThe Story:?Hey guys, let the good times roll!!? screamed a guy named Barton.?Let the goods time rolls!!? screamed the other nine guys with him.All 10 high school male students banged their beer glasses towards on another, then happily gobbling the alcohol down their thirsty uncontrollable throats. It was Saturday late afternoon, on the weekend, and the guys retreated to this cabin, where all of them were now happily drinking beer...

Nurse Jane

Nurse Jane By Cheryl Lynn A forced feminization tale but I think more of a horror story. The usual disclaimers apply and unauthorized use strictly forbidden. Not for the sweet sentimental reader so be warned. Constructive comments are always welcome at [email protected]. Nurse Jane David Samuels was driving down the farm road in the middle of nowhere in a torrential rainstorm. The windshield wipers were thump-thwacking loudly on high and not helping all that much. He...

Fundraisers

"Here's the problem my friends," the mayor was saying. "Here in Texas, we're living in a cesspool of human tragedy. We have an influx of immigrants, squatters and the homeless. As you all know, they need clothes, food, and shelter. Many children need medical attention. Our community is doing all it can to help, but our resources are limited. In a month or two, we will have spent our entire budget for the year. Most of you have contributed through your church or through the Red Cross but...

Housemaid in my Fifties Part 8 final

HOUSEMAID IN MY FIFTIES By Monica Graz PART 8 - FINAL CHAPTER 22 "Harita, try to speak with the special singing Indian accent. You are good at that I heard you before." Arka was behind me pushing the shopping trolley as I was picking various items from the supermarket shelves, shopping list in hand. "Of course Arka, I know how to talk like an Indian lady," I answered back with a pronounced singing accent. I started enjoying my outing in...

Hebronville

HebronvilleI was alone walking out in the pastures on our property out in Hebronville late at night. The weather was cool and clear and a full moon hung in the sky. The white rock roads almost glowed in the moon light as I walked them without the aid of a flashlight, just like many nights before. Tonight was different it seemed. As I walked along I heard the standard night sounds, Owls hooting, Coyotes howling off in the distance and crickets chirping. Yet something seemed amiss and as I walked...

Claudia From The Convenience Store

"Beer and wine” was emblazoned in large letters across the side of the small brick building that housed a small store across the street from a run-down apartment community called the “Spanish Villas.”She was standing outside the “C’ convenience store, wearing tight little short-shorts and a much-too-small t-shirt that accentuated her model-like figure. She had long black hair that curled at the ends, that reached to the middle of her back. Her bronze-colored skin told me she was probably not...

Bus Trip

Upon entering, I was very pleased to see that the long seat at the back of the bus was unoccupied. In fact, with five minutes to go until departure, the bus was fairly empty, with no more than twelve other passengers on board. I eagerly headed for the back of the bus to claim my prize. With most of my fellow travellers seated from the middle to the front of the carriage, my happiness was even more pronounced. I could think of nothing better than an uninterrupted snooze on the five-hour journey...

Just As He Is Part 1

He would be married soon, but she still pines for him. She confesses to very few that her first and most passionate love was her doting smart, athletic, and kind older half-brother. But she has passed along some details, others are slightly varied accounts from a very jealous brother who prickles with the observation that other males seek romantic attachments with his ever-pixieish kid sister. So here is the full and most complimentary, unashamed narrrative as best as I can piece it...

Eagle in the Sunset 2019 Chapter 8 Miguel and Sharon

October 5th, 1995, 5:30 PM CT, Side of the road, Near Palmer, TX Sharon Roberts cursed in frustration. She was driving back to I-30 when this happened. Chex had the “day tank” option that was really common on Checker Taxi cabs but was something of a rarity on the consumer-oriented Marathon. But then, the four-cylinder Perkins diesel was a rarity on the Taxi and unheard of practically on the Marathon. The “day tank” was a 35 gallon fuel tank that allowed the car to to go about 450 miles on a...

Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 14 A Deceit of Lapwings

Is everything up to date in Kansas City? No, of course not. But progress is being made. Although the voters recently took a sort-of step backwards. But this created the possibility of an ironic, and symbolic, positive statement. The City Council voted, unanimously I think, to rename a historically significant boulevard — The Paseo. It’s around ten miles long, running north and south between two other major thoroughfares — Troost and Prospect. The city’s decision to change ‘The Paseo’ to...

The White Apron Did It

The White Apron Did It By Monica Graz PART 1 Dennis Arnellos finished getting dressed and gave an indifferent look at his immense but untidy bedroom. His Polish maid Magda would take care of that later, he thought. He moved to his study and turned his computer on and then went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. He knew that Magda would be out at this hour doing her morning shopping. He started going back to his study but stopped as his eye caught the freshly ironed white...

Sandra Jiminez

I pulled my big old battered Lincoln to a halt in the scrabble of gravel behind the warehouse. Then I stepped out, listening to the ticking as the engine settled down for a long nap. I wasn't really sure I was ready for this. It was my seventh time for that very reaction. The number seven held no luck--I still wasn't ready for it. Over the seemingly unending months of the long northern winter I'd kept a careful count of the contents of the warehouse. Slowly the long semi- trailers had...

Just As He Is Part 8

In the segment below on the "little talk", reference is made to the prospect of peepholes for viewing into revealing quarters. With characters from this series, look for my upcoming story on girls who drill peepholes into the boys showers. For all the sultry humidity, at least there was a good stiff breeze outside. But the older brother despaired that none of it seemed to ventilate into the migrant shelters despite having raised all the windows in good working order. He was...

Just As He Is Part 8

Introduction: Is the kid sister raped?, did their uncle rape his daughter?, that little talk, rub-a-dub-dub – big brother in the tub AUTHORS UPDATE: The next chapter will be the epilogue of this series. Will Julie find a new boyfriend? How did the brothers new fiancee lose her cherry? What does the fiancee have in common with Julie? In the segment below on the little talk, reference is made to the prospect of peepholes for viewing into revealing quarters. With characters from this series,...

Cold Eyes

I was nine when Uncle Jack came calling. I was out in the garage playing with our new dog, Lady. I heard a few loud bangs from the house then saw my Uncle jack quickly get into a car an drive away. I ran into the house to see what happened. I almost stopped breathing when I saw them. My mom was dead with a bloody hole in her chest. My dad was dead with a hole where his right eye was. My sister--My sister was dead too. The bullet went into her forehead and took out half the top of her head. I...

From Melbourne With Love

The soft feel and unforgettable taste of another woman’s sweet lips on my mouth, now that’s something I absolutely cannot get enough of. My name is Afaf Ahmed, and I’m a young Muslim woman of Saudi Arabian descent living in the City of Melbourne, Australia. I was born in the City of Dammam, eastern province of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. My passport says Saudi Arabian but as an educated woman, I consider myself a citizen of the world. Aren’t we all human at the end of the day? My parents, Ali...

The Family Business

Even looking out through the glass patio doors at another beautiful desert sunset, I was wallowing in self-pity over my lost mobility; confined to a damned wheelchair. Not only was I required to be off my feet for possibly another two weeks but I still had to carry around the damnable halo as well. If you're picturing a sweet, cherubic winged child, erase it. My halo wasn't a luminous circle of light denoting holiness, it was a clumsy steel and leather frame sitting on my shoulders with four...

Recluse and GhostChapter 35

When I woke up and went into the living area to let the dogs out and throw a log on the fire, I realized that it was a little warmer than it had been. As the dogs ran out to relieve themselves, I saw that the rain had finally stopped. I looked up at the still dark morning sky and saw stars. It was amazing that we had a house full of prospective garden workers for the weekend and now that they had gone home, the rain had stopped. It would take at least a day before the freshly tilled garden...

Dr Strangelust Ch 02

After discovering a disturbing yet erotic story on her laptop, 21-year old student nurse Emma Davis had somehow been drawn to its author, the enigmatic Dr Strangelust. When a brief correspondence snowballed into a hypnotic online chat, the sexy redhead found herself almost completely at the doctor’s whim. Her week split between study and time spent on the wards, the less-than-thrilling prospect of a seminar on ‘The changing face of the NHS’ lay ahead. Thankful to the doctor for a new and...

Beetlesmith s Ch 14

Once again, a big thank you to Miss Bella who took the time to edit this chapter, as well as for her technical advice on the use of certain adult toys described in the story. I first asked my wife if she’d wanted to try it out, but she was a bit reluctant to be a guinea pig. I think her exact words were, ‘Fuck you!’ and ‘Stick it up your own ass if you need to find out!’ After that, I had to seek other avenues for information. Lastly, a very special thank you to Miss C and the very special...

Dr Strangelust Pt2

Her working week split between study and spending time on the hospital wards, the less-than-thrilling prospect of a seminar on 'The changing face of the NHS' lay ahead. Thankful in one way to Dr Strangelust for a new and potentially thrilling outlet outside of work, Emma was looking forward to her day with a mixture of trepidation and suppressed desire. As directed, she searched deep in the unchartered territory of the wardrobe for the tightest-fitting top and shortest skirt. The former...

The Burglary

It was a 2 am and Steve woke up as he needed to pee. Donna was fast asleep next to him. In the dim light of the street light, Steve could see Donna´s pussy and inner thighs were still glistening from her wetness and his cum as they had quite a hot session last night. Steve smiled and walked into the bathroom and left the door a little ajar, not to wake Donna. He sat down on the toilet to pee and when done, he got up to flush the loo. But as he reached for the flush button, he could hear the...

Anita and I

Copyright 2001 by Samantha Michelle Standard warning and disclaimer: All characters are fictional. If you see yourself, buy a new mirror. Contains subjects some people may find offensive. If you are one of them, why are you reading this? Protect your kids. If you are worried about them reading this sort of material, please censor free speech and use a safe surfing program such as net nanny. Or better yet, teach them early and lovingly to understand and accept different...

Broken Image

Broken Image By Nuuan Robert Hatt, more commonly known as Bob to the other migrant workers, plopped down heavily on one of the benches of the stained and faded portable camp table. A rusty Green pick up behind him, paint faded and worn so much that the primer underneath could be seen in places where the sun could do the most damage. The bed of the old truck held a once white aluminum camper, the paint oxidized to the point that it appeared more like a chalk that could be easily wiped...

The Reset ManifestoChapter 21

The Minister frowned. He wasn’t used to having a service interrupted in this fashion. He looked across the audience paying a little more attention to individual faces. He hadn’t known about the Washington contingent and the group from the Governor’s office. That had been a surprise, but the significance of their attendance hadn’t really established itself in his mind. Now he began to recognize others in the audience. His hand trembled at the power represented in the room. These were the...

Double TearsChapter 134

“A metric fuckton of dumb so epically mind-destroyingly beyond a bad idea that there’s not a chance they would go there.” —Andrea K. Höst, Lab Rat One 2 JANUARY 2021 I remember the beginning of wars. Not Vietnam so much. That war was never declared and just slipped up on us a little at a time. We’ve got some advisors there. We’re sending in troops to protect American interests. We’re propping up the regime of an American ally. Before we knew it, we had soldiers serving and dying...

Conspiracy of DreamsChapter 5 The Sweatshop

The Sweatshop "Sweatshop" remains a curse word in modern Capitallia. It is only muttered out of the hearing of the "bosses" because the rejoinder is "you're FIRED!" The alternative to the sweatshop staffed by Legal Resident labor is slave labor, instituted first in Capitallia's constitution of 2089. Yes, slavery was contemplated in the old United States—an amendment repealing the 13th Amendment was six states short of ratification when Aztlan and Capitallia seceded from the United...

Lonely in the City

This story takes place in 1963 and 1964 before condoms were a requirement if we wanted to stay healthy. It was also before the sexual revolution, so finding partners to participate in group sex was not always easy. Much of the time, the men that joined us were men that considered themselves straight. That usually meant that they wanted a blowjob and nothing more. Some would actually fuck, but it was rare to find a "straight" guy that was willing to kiss either me, or my partner, David. In 1963,...

Just As He Is Part 7

If the athlete would have his naked sister posit herself on his shoulders from a chair or table as in readying for a chicken fight, she could twist around to his front and lift herself so that her arms would be clinging over his head to his shoulders from behind and his mouth and tongue would be at the opening between her legs. He would be able to breath deep and draw in all the intoxicating aroma of her most intimate girl odors. Sometimes when doing laundry or cleaning up after lunch,...

Just As He Is Part 7

Introduction: The brother does what he does not want to do, BUT an unexpected guest means another spectator, Julie on the rag, what does Mom know? The sex between the siblings had become daily and obsessive. Even when they intended to be productive and cooperate in platonic activity, spontaneity would happen. Julie would push her brother up against and then down on the kitchen table and start yanking his loose fitting clothes off him. I am going to rape you. At the orchards over the years,...

Dark Necessities

Author's notes. This story was requested by one of my readers. It is dedicated to you, Mia, I hope you enjoy and feel better. I didn't ask anybody to edit this story because I'm not sure I like it myself and I also don't want anyone else to touch this one. But I think it may be useful if I write a couple of words to explain my view on things like violence, forced feminization, forced sex. I'm against any form of violence and any form of oppression. And, of course, I'm firmly...

Spanish Eyes

Spanish Eyes I turned the bottle upside down and watched its last contents spill into the glass before me. The golden brown liquid swirled around the expensive Bacarat crystal before settling down onto its leaded glass bottom. I raised the glass and focused my unsteady gaze on the whisky sloshing around, my final remnants of earthly pleasure. The liquor spoke, calling me into oblivion. The edges of the room grew fuzzy as my eyes narrowed on the singular point of focus. The rest of...

My Life Part 10 The Rescue

I didn't have any Tuesday plans, until Katie brought me the prepaid and showed me a message from Mounika. "Help! Can you call me?" I called and Mounika answered. "Do you think you could hang out with Priya today? My aunt has to do some extra work and the person who was supposed to help her is flaking out. I need to go help her!" While having Priya all to myself was tempting. I knew it was not a good idea. "Can you at least come over so I can explain?". Mounika pleaded. After...

Life on the Bottom RungChapter 4

The Fourth of July was bright and clear, and the heat wasn't that bad, either. Bluefield is up in the mountains a ways, and that keeps the breeze blowing through the hot summer somewhat more comfortably than in the towns down in the valley. We had a nice holiday crowd, and the owners had sprung for overnight laundry service, so my kids' home uniforms were bright-white and clean -- for a change. I think everybody put a little extra into the effort, and once again we won, 8-3. The crowd,...

Jen a Girl a Car a Road getting Her Kicks on Route 66Chapter 7

Amarillo, Tx To say I was used up would be an understatement. After the frat house party back in Tulsa, I was more than done in. I just barely managed to get myself and Miss Swifty back to the motel without injury. Once there, I did a hot shower soak and clean up, then hit the bed for the next twenty hours straight. When I finally did get up again, I spent a session enjoying the in-room jacuzzi before going out for food. That entire second day I alternated between long sleeping periods and...

Australian StoryChapter 38 Jumped

Wed 10-Oct 2007 Chris stared at the policewoman in shock and despair. He turned to Shahia to see the same expression on her face. He sighed. It was all over. NO. No way. He wouldn't accept it. He turned to the Hassan and Alyssa. "Put your stuff away." He started gently inching towards the edge of this seat. Maybe he could take out this policewoman long enough for Shahia and the kids to get away. But he remembered Mr Cartwright's advice well — he would talk first, as long as he...

No means no but does Yes mean yes

Only recently laws have been changed to give women the full right to say 'No' to a guy, even if he is her husband. Now, a woman's 'No' finally means 'No' in USA and in most other countries. But whether a woman can say 'Yes' to a guy for having sex is still an undecided issue even in USA. Even many so-called liberals are now advocating the Swedish model of anti-prostitution laws. This Swedish model basically treats adult women as minor children, who have no right to give consent for...

Nurse Jane Part 2

Nurse Jane Part 2 By Cheryl Lynn Based on the comments I have added the final chapter and hope it meets expectations. Must read Nurse Jane or this will make no sense. The usual disclaimers apply and unauthorized use strictly forbidden. Not for the sweet sentimental reader so be warned. Constructive comments are always welcome at [email protected]. David awoke his screams of agony echoing off the tin roof of the shanty. In a panic he looked around at the unfamiliar...

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Just As He Is Part 4

She prattled on with many questions. Many he could not answer. "I think in hygiene and sex ed we were told why one nut, . . . er testicle hangs lower than the other. But I've forgetten why. Are both of them exactly the same size?" Another was "do guys have any self control over how their penises start to get erect, or none at all"? As Stuie was helping his sister dry her dark brown near shoulder length hair, he noticed it had nearly the same lustrous fine strand quality he...

The White Apron Did It 3

THE WHITE APRON DID IT! By Monica Graz PART 9 Lita looked again at her brand-new passport and the photo attached to it. She was more concerned than usually. Was she going a bit too far this time? Her crossdressing and submissive tendencies were all declared loudly at her passport photo. All she could see was a young plain looking woman dressed in a light blue dress with a white collar, the unmistakable symbol of a maid's uniform. She looked at the passport name again,...

Hot summer day and Russian blonde girl

It happened in the summer of last year, I was walking down the street as if nothing had happened. it was terribly hot outside, and my head was empty, another monotonous day. when i reached the alley, i decided to sit on a bench that was covered with a large shadow and cool off a little. the prospect of sitting in the shade and watching people pass by cheered me up a little, and i sat down well on a bench and began to look around. a passerby with a dog was passing to my left, and two cyclists...

Hot day and russian blonde girl

It happened in the summer of last year, I was walking down the street as if nothing had happened. It was terribly hot outside, and my head was empty, another monotonous day. When I reached the alley, I decided to sit on a bench that was covered with a large shadow and cool off a little. The prospect of sitting in the shade and watching people pass by cheered me up a little, and I sat down well on a bench and began to look around. A passerby with a dog was passing to my left, and two cyclists...

Continuing ChanceChapter 12

The Newlyweds, their trip to Montreal so rudely interrupted south of St. Johns, were now on their way to complete the intended voyage. The trip, unnecessarily complicated by the missing STOP sign, meant the sailing from Montreal had been changed to sailing from the port of St. John, New Brunswick. A second inconvenience, sailing the North Atlantic in the winter months on the Empress of England, a notably uncomfortable ship in weather, meant the Anderson couple would find their sea-legs in...

Dark Voyage Winter JenningsChapter 4

Bulldog Bannerman said, “They came in the night, as they do.” Walker was listening intently. Bulldog wasn’t a frequent visitor to our loft, but it no longer surprised me when one of his Dragon Ladies announced he was on the way. The visits were intermittent and casual. But they always involved a conversation with Walker. Who will admire Bulldog for eternity for taking him to a Royals’ World Series game. Bulldog was telling my son about a raid three Kansas City pimps had made on an Admiral...

RetreadsChapter 36

September, 2001 I had planned this mission from day one in the White House. The Secret Service was very good, but it wasn't totally impossible to leave the grounds undetected. Entering would have been much more of a problem. The worst part of this job to me was the makeup. Without it we all still looked like we were 24 years old. One advantage though, was the fact that Connie and I had become very good at applying it. Every morning we did each other up. We did a bit of creative work while...

The Gunny and LenoreChapter 20

09:00 Saturday, August 31st, 1991 139 Meadow Ln Novato, CA 94947 Efrain "Effy" Flores considered things to be looking up. He'd had to disappoint his girlfriend for three weekends now, having to work overtime at the Discount Tire just to make his rent, car payment, and student loan. Unexpectedly, things had started to get better. He'd gotten a call from the lawyer that had helped the vineyard he'd used to work for apply for fruit-handling licenses. The lawyer said the new owner might...

The Report from Silver Lake

THE REPORT FROM SILVER LAKE A Classified Document by Jezebel Jade *Shoot Yourself After Reading* From the Brand Group at Silver Lake, California: A Report on the Nation of Janus and its Political and Economic Impact, with recommendations for proactive solutions. On July 23rd, 2043, Attis Projects, a group advertising itself as a resort developer, announced that it had acquired the title to a group of five atolls in the South Pacific, which it intended to isolate and fill in,...

B J Jones the Story of My Life Book 2Chapter 31

When everyone was seated, Premier Cordeiro passed out a ringed folder to everyone including me. ‘The Northern Mediterranean National Immigration and Terrorism Control Pact’. “I asked Ambassador Jones to be here and act as impartial moderator and chairperson as we finalize this document. I also believe she can help develop the organizational structure and its goal. I think we all know that Ambassador Jones will not hold back her opinion and thoughts,” Premier Cordeiro said. I moved to the...

No FutureChapter 59

Sinners, Poor and Wretched Iris 2056 Although there was a sense that Iris had been lucky, it had to happen of course. For more than four years she'd managed to keep the same job at Omiota Biotech, but all it took was a business reorganisation by the company's new owners in Phnom Penh for her job to be made redundant. However much the rich Cambodian shareholders benefited from England's flexible and business friendly policies, especially the Kingdom's competitive tax rates for foreign...

A Lost Angel

A Lost Angel (Who Am I?) By Kyorii pilau Chapter 1 my life. It's still just about light outside as I prepare to get myself ready for another nights work I'm already dressed all in black as that is the uniform, I place my survival equipment into my trusty bag, I tie my hair back into a high ponytail and start to apply my camouflage, I know that every time I leave I may not return but I still do it unescorted. After...

The Dance of Makosha 2

Author's notes. I would like to thank Dawn (listed as commentator on volunteers' list) for editing this story. Thank you! And thank everybody who wrote review for the first part. Some of your comments influenced the story. The dance of Makosha 2. Previous day. Oleg Simonov was frowning more than usual. His eyes drilled the man's face again and again with no result. Oleg spat at the feet of the man - a serious insult in the criminal world, and turned to the bald...

Australian StoryChapter 5 Welcome to Australia

Monday 12-Mar 2004 Chris had wondered whether that muttered comment about immigrants had something to do with the way Butthead Hanson treated Shahia. He was definitely picking on her. If Chris had any doubts before, there was no doubt that he was, and why, after Shahia's impromptu talk. Everyone in the class had to do one. And everyone hated it. At the beginning of each period, Butthead Hanson would pick someone in the class, give them a subject, and then give them a few minutes to...

ShilohChapter 41 Clan Clean up

A week after leaving the Second Regiment Kyle is again encamped with them at the same spot as where he left them. They’re taking a short break after cleaning up a few of the Clan caught in this valley and its side valleys before moving on to the next one. The next morning they’re out and moving to the first of the hidden valleys. Riders went out to the nearby farms and communities two days ago to ask for workers to help with the forest and to meet them there later today. By mid-afternoon the...

No FutureChapter 2

An Englishman's Home Lindiwe 2065 After so many months of struggle and sacrifice, the arduous journey was finally over. Lindiwe had arrived. In the town's short history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. Few could have endured the adversity, hunger and rape. Few would have willingly paid so much from so little savings to make a home in the fifty year old English New Town. But desperation had driven Lindiwe to extreme measures, as it had her fellow migrants...

Maria s Journey

By: Greg Chapter 1 The Honduran city of San Pedro Sula is the city of my birth. My beloved grandparents would cry for what has taken place here. I am thankful they never lived to see that what was once a lush, peaceful city has now turned into a violent, gang-infested nightmare. I will only use my given name Maria, for I am ashamed of many of the things I have done in my short life. The slum that I have grown up in has been taken over by a local gang. Barrio-18 rules this entire region. At...

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Minoan Vacation

Cindy opened the French doors to step out onto the little apartment's balcony. The apartment was not right on the beach as Carl had promised. However; it was an easy walk to the center of Plakias, so it was not a problem to reach whatever shopping and night life that the little village could offer. More importantly, the apartment had a spectacular view of the Mediterranean across the narrow, road that wound along this portion of the southern coast of Crete. It was all theirs and only theirs for...

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“You can’t do that,” I said. “What?” Cary replied. “You can’t act awkward around me or Chase.” Cary was silent, standing there naked, starting to chub up. He let out a big sigh. “I was scared.” He whispered,” I thought you wouldn’t `want to talk to me…” “Don’t be dumb. We fucked. It was cool. We liked it. So did you. You’re in now, though.” I watched as the relief worked its way through Cary’s body. Then a quizzical look overtook his face. “Does this make us… gay?” He asked. “I guess...

Secular Supplicants Of The Tentacle Cult

My uncle, a doctor, hoped I would be a minister. A strange thought. You see, he spent much of his life in the developing world on a religious mission to eradicate polio. He saved lives and brought happiness to the world. He also prayed for those who suffered.I’m different. I had given myself fully to the practical and not the spiritual. Ethics, after all, aren’t really all that metaphysical. You reduce pain. You increase happiness. It’s quite that simple. People ask if doctors must ever...

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There I was, it was 1997 and I had been divorced for six years and living back in my podunk hometown. A four-year long affair with a married man (who also happened to be my childhood sweetheart) had come to an end, not with a whimper nor a bang, but more like the hiss of a balloon with a slow leak. I was living in a nice little house, right next to my sister and brother-in-law’s nice little house, with my 12 year old daughter, the cat, and the queen of the household, our dog. After being laid...

Astarte Ch 04

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by DiscipleN Copyright (c) 2016, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved. - all characters herein are 18 or older by the time they act sexually. - Am I totally off the mark here, or should a mother not be exceedingly cross at her child when he rapes her? I've tried to find the answer from books, support groups, or anyone having a reasonable pedigree, but the topic quickly chills psychologists and social workers alike when I ask them. Nobody seems to be talking about this! It's almost as if...

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I sat the wine glass down on the railing of the balcony that overlooked the vineyards, and put my arm around Marina. She looked at me, and then kissed me softly. After my sixth divorce, I was looking at real estate for investments, a friend told me about a small vineyard here in Grapevine that was going up for auction. My real estate broker bought this vineyard. As more land became available around the original twenty acres, I bought more land, and now, after twenty years of investing the...

Sweet as summer rain

During my middle school years I was assigned a new case worker named Melody. She was, I recall thinking, a very strange person. She was an older lady with a neat curl of graying hair, mocha skin, and the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen. During my first meeting with her, she just looked at me for about a minute shuffled through my file, and gave a grunt. "Hmph. Troublemaker my black ass! Son, what you need is a decent set of folks to take care of you and an assload of fresh air and...

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I tried all of the drawers in turn until I came to the bottom drawer, which, in my haste, I pulled hard out so that it hit the stops. All the drawers are really deep, so that things tucked at the back rarely see the light of day. Right at the back, behind a homemade wood partition, I saw about 6 or 7 videotapes. From their size and shape I realised that they were the old Betamax type, long gone from the stores. Glancing up, I saw our old Betamax- player still on the shelf -Dad NEVER throws...

Betamax 0

I tried all of the drawers in turn until I came to the bottom drawer, which, in my haste, I pulled hard out so that it hit the stops. All the drawers are really deep, so that things tucked at the back rarely see the light of day. Right at the back, behind a homemade wood partition, I saw about 6 or 7 videotapes. From their size and shape I realised that they were the old Betamax type, long gone from the stores. Glancing up, I saw our old Betamax- player still on the shelf -Dad NEVER throws...

Just As He Is Part 2

He had seen that look before. When he used to join the migrant workers to skinny dip at the swimming hole, someone would always be a lookout at the entrance of the quarry road for a patrolling sheriff's deputy. The dirt road was in such bad condition, the car would only be able to proceed at 5 mph. That would give enough time for the lookout to run back to the swimming hole and notify all the swimmers, whom would then scramble out and grab their clothes to run off bare-assed but not...

People Who are Pets

This one is about pets. Its setting is in a gated community, the men who live there are well to do, you know the Mercedes B M W type. This community is like any other, except that they are all bachelors and instead of having regular pets, all of there pets are attractive young women, and like all pets are allowed to run free in there fenced back yards. Occasionally these pets would climb the fence or wiggle through it, getting loose and creating some sort of mischief that would cause...

The Best Week of my Life Pt4

In no hurry to rise on Thursday morning, when eventually I did, the storm of the previous day's malaise had been washed away by the kind of beautiful sunshine the girls would doubtless have given up their precious cherries for. Though I did like to think that two of them, at least, had enjoyed their time indoors with me. Talking of the girls, as I hobbled from the couch, it was hard not to notice that the bungalow was as quiet as a library. A scribbled note from Sophie on the kitchen side...

Interview with a Rapist

It didn’t start out that way, just sort of happened. I didn’t leave my house thinking I am going to go out and rape the shit out of someone. I was just enjoying the sunshine. You know, just watching the people on the beach, listening to the shrieks of the kids as they ran around on the sand, build castles or buried each other. It was a normal day and I was taking a break from writing. Didn’t I tell you I am writing a book? Oh! Well I am. It is a technical manual about travel patterns to...

Hectic

Almost 30 years have passed! A chance comic encounter with Irene Regan, a former lover, and memories consigned to Sidney Cuniff’s mental attic tumble into the present. These escaped escapades assemble at his feet. Given their unplanned resurrection, he unsurprisingly finds himself reliving vicariously: * The divergence between Sidney Cuniff and Beryl Lind was tricky. No, twisty. Perhaps had he been upfront at some point about Irene Regan their course of events might’ve been simpler and...

Really Really Good Phone Sex

This man had been driving me absolutely insane for weeks now. We met through the Literotica site, exchanged Emails, salacious, erotic, heart-pounding, legs fainting Emails. I started out reading them at my desk, rolling my clit over my vibrator as I trapped it between my throbbing pussy and the chair, cumming wildly, uncontrollably, gasping. Almost falling out of my chair as I dreamed about him. Touching me. I thought I’d die from the intensity of my orgasms. But I needed more. I wanted to...

The Memory of Place

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T S Eliot ◊◊◊◊◊ There is a tree I think of from time to time. A tree in winter, it’s limbs bare. Blackened bark, wet with cold rain. I stand and look at it’s limbs fracturing upward into low scudding cloud and I am struck by how these bare shoots reach out like nerves, and I wonder what they feel when winter comes, when...

Making It Work

Hello, the name is Ananda, but my homies call me Ana. Just kidding, I speak slang, but my vocabulary is not limited by it. Anyway, let’s get to the main subject: ME! [wink] I’m what you would call a professional dater. In other words, I’m not too keen on settling down. I don’t really think that I ever will…maybe, there’s someone, but it’s complicated. I’ll explain it…eventually. Since it is complicated, I just kinda date. That and the fact that my parents are rushing me to settle down when I...

Love Trust and Communication Ch 02

‘A woman left lonely, will soon grow tired of waitin’ she’ll do crazy things, yeah, on lonely occasions.’ I felt someone stand in front of me blocking out the spotlight. Scott. The music stopped. Nothing else in the world now existed. The entire bar went silent. He was holding out his arms to me. His forearms were heavily scared. He had a large scar on the right side of his neck. ‘Emma, can I at least get a hug?’ I grabbed him and squeezed him in a bear hug while everybody clapped. I...

History Lessons

I’d like to thank Daniellekitten for being my sounding board on this story. I never would have gotten it off the ground without her! ********************** I heard someone come in the room, but it didn’t register in my brain until she spoke. ‘Excuse me, Mr. Thompson?’ she said. Looking up from my desk, I saw the biggest, most beautiful pair of brown eyes in the world. It took me a second to recognise the face. ‘Angelina Benardo!’ I made sure to pronounce the g as an h in her first name....

Putrid Dad

A month or two had passed since my chance encounter with Dad at the motel. He never mentioned the episode again and shied away from every attempt of mine to broach the subject. It had created a tension between us which badly needed breaking for both of our sakes -after all, we were the only family we had left. The opportunity came when I had to look out my graduation certificates when I was applying for a job. “They’re in the den” said Dad “Look in the desk...

A Broken Halloween

Where to begin this story is perhaps the toughest part so maybe I should start with my background. An unwanted pregnancy, an accident, between a man looking for a rich girl and a naïve college student. By the time he tried to call off the wedding I was already on the way. Needless to say the marriage didn’t last and my mother ended up remarrying. Unfortunately this failed also and I got shuttled between father and grandparents till I was in the process of being sent to a group home. Because...

A Woman of Edo Ch 03

I will tell you now how my abductor taught to me the Breathing Meditation. Kano decided that it was no longer safe to remain in the cave. Perhaps he suspected that the old monk would raise the alarm. He carefully packed his few belongings onto a folded sheet, then hoisted it onto his back. “We will go now on foot from this place. Do not try to run away from me, but walk before me.” “If I walk before you, people will take you for my servant.” “No, they will take me for a blind man and you...

Erotic story of BINITA 10

Chapter 10: Thakur Protects a Relationship That woman next door had to be stopped. Thakur was determined to make sure that Sheila, the neighbor who had spotted him fucking his daughter-in-law did not carry the tale to others, notably his son. The young woman Binita had been wrapped around him and was fluttering like a rag in a storm, she had taken in Thakur’s not inconsiderably large cock and her stomach, womb and countless other internal organs were aflame. The precise moment when they were...

Sweet as summer rain

Introduction: Im new to erotic fiction, so I welcome input. Id like to expand it and add more charachters and vary the genre a bit. I figure I should get feedback before I emberassed myself though. ???? Be kind. I was fourteen when I arrived on the farm. I was a ward of the state, a child borne of a woman who wanted money to work her way through college but was not in the least interested in being a single mother. I had been shunted around to one foster family after another, by no fault of my own....

Proper Charlotte

I kept sneaking glances at her as she sat at her little table, scowling at the menu. I couldn’t help it—she was stunning. She was also darker than anyone I had ever seen in my life.When I checked in, Mrs. James said there was only one other guest. That wasn’t a surprise for a country inn in October, almost an hour from the nearest town. I only picked the place because it was near the gypsum plant I had to inspect that week.“And what would you like for dinner, dear?” Mrs. James hovered over me....

Proper Charlotte

I kept sneaking glances at her as she sat at her little table, scowling at the menu. I couldn’t help it—she was stunning. She was also darker than anyone I had ever seen in my life.When I checked in, Mrs. James said there was only one other guest. That wasn’t a surprise for a country inn in October, almost an hour from the nearest town. I only picked the place because it was near the gypsum plant I had to inspect that week.“And what would you like for dinner, dear?” Mrs. James hovered over me....

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