The Region of Botswana, South Africa, circa 1211 A.D. The sun rose over the beautiful City of Dumazile, crown jewel of the Zulu people. Andile Bafana lay in his bed, feeling a tiredness that had nothing to do with the mercilessness of the Southern African sun that was high in the sky. The six-foot-three, ebony-skinned young man finally got up. As the son of...
This story is a true one. Only the narration may make some minor changes but the main story remains true. My friend is the lucky one, who happens to be the main character in the story. I have decided to write his story in his words as he told me. I, Mir Khan, come from an underdeveloped town of Pakistan. I was studying in University of The Punjab, Lahore, d...
Part 1: Donor Selection Chapter 1: Lifestyles Change The year is 2060. Tia and Tim Sloan were drinking a cup of coffee after being sedated from a night of pure sexual pleasure. It could hardly get any better as they tried to re-energize their totally spent bodies. Yet, something was missing. Tim and Tia had been married for six years and her biological c...
The phone rang, it was my sister. "Hi Carol," her cheery voice sang, "How is my favorite sister?" Not feeling nearly as cheery as she I replied, "OK Helen, how is my only sister?" Only two years older we were very close and were always doing things together. At her wedding I was her maid of honor and wound up dating two of the groomsmen -- first Karl than...
Continued from Chapter 3. Please read earlier chapters to get the context. * Manisha came upstairs to clean up and make herself presentable. I had moved into the bed very smartly and woke up as soon as she got out of washroom. "Manisha has the match started?" I asked her in a sleepy tone. "Not yet, there is still half an hour more," she replied nonchala...
The final story. Sorry. It has taken me a long time, for a variety of reasons, to write this. Some simple, some a bit more complicated. Essentially this story is the biggest "thing" in our family, at least if you were to look from outside. In reality the issue never crops up, neither of us ever really think about or talk about it, and hardly anyone knows. T...
Number One- Nell I am 28 years old, and have been married for the past 4 years. I have been in a solid relationship for 7 years, and I have been fucking a man other than my husband for 6 months. I read an article about illicitencounters.com a while ago, and it piqued my interest. I work in Bristol and my husband and I live in a leafy suburb; perfect, we th...
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Sacha Son, a buxom brunette client sashayed into his deserted office; and took a seat in a leather chair, facing Malcolm Wilson Esquire, her legal counselor. Sacha wore a tailored, royal blue designer dress, intoxicating him with her musky scent and spicy perfume. They stared at each other-silently, summing each other up, soaking-in the differences in appea...
Life is more dramatic than drama 6.30 AM It was early morning; I heard loud noises from the corridor of our Hostel. I came out of the room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi, was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle was found besides the bed. Gandhi married six months earlier to Madhusmita, studying...