eBooks „Humiliation“
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Old Cuck
Moniq
A BDSM Erotic Novel
- Erotik
- Englisch
- 4188 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 63
- 1
Bob is an entirely ordinary gentlemen in his best years. The kids have gone from home and his life is taking its regular course: job, home, Sunday sex with his beautiful wife Ann, everyday jerking-off exercises.
However, bob's fatal encounter with the mysterious Moniq, combined with his bold move, suddenly set his world upside down, changing everything he thought he knew. After an exciting sexual torture, into which he is lured by his acquaintances, Bod is seeking new methods to satisfy his perverse desires. Just as he is convinced that he can master the world of kinky games, he finds himself in the middle of a bizarre scene and discovers he cannot master his own actions. Clearly, his adventure is only beginning to unravel.
Moniq - A BDSM Erotic Novel is a direct, frank and light-humored, spiced up narrative of a man who takes off his puritan mask and is unburdened while discovering the unusual sexual dimensions. Metal rings, ropes, pain and humiliation – he gets to know them all very well. What is therefore waiting for him behind the walls of those regular suburbian houses? [mehr]
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Cotter Bass
REMEMBERING SLAVERY
FORMER SLAVES SHARE PERSONAL ACCOUNTS OF LIFE IN BONDAGE
- Historisches
- Englisch
- 52109 Wörter
- Ab 12 Jahren
- 61
Walk alongside the resolute men and women in REMEMBERING SLAVERY as they portray the real world in which they struggled and endured as slaves. Experience the harsh and often brutal reality of slavery as it really was; the beatings, the humiliation, the long hours and back-breaking work, and the seemingly endless days of cruelty and hardship. Their personal accounts expose the undeniable and often uncomfortable truths, both good and evil, attendant to life in bondage.
The personal accounts of 24 former slaves presented in REMEMBERING SLAVERY expose the harsh and often painful tribulations they endured while living in bondage, transcribed in their own words and recorded for posterity. These first-person testimonials open a window into the past, thus enabling contemporary readers a rare opportunity to share the trials, fears, frustrations, hopes, and visions of these African Americans caught up in the maelstrom that was the 1800’s Antebellum Period.
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Stichwörter: slavery, bondage, whippings, emancipation, freedom, blacks, African, escape, Underground Railroad, plantation, cotton, South, Civil War, endure, struggle, negro, fear, running, pain, suffering [mehr]
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Sachin Sarkaniya
Her Grace of Rejection
The Inspiring Journey Of A Young Entrepreneur
- Belletristik
- Englisch
- 10272 Wörter
- Ab 12 Jahren
- 83
How Did A Girl Change His Entire Life in Just An Hour? How An unconfident, Underdog, Turned Out To Be The Best Entrepreneur In The World? In This Rags To Riches Tale, Witness The Story Of A Young Man, Who Beat All The Odds And Proved His Worth.
The story revolves around a young man named Shankar Sharma. Initial days of his life proves to be all hell broke loose as he belongs to a poor and lower caste family, who, unfortunately, lives with rich folks. Facing humiliation and caste discrimination at such an early age shapes him humble and kind, but this did not help his family survive financially. He somehow manages to complete his education from a notorious government school in Hindi medium, that does not help him get a well-paid job.
Everything seems to be going fine in his life, till one day, when he meets a girl of his college, whom Shankar falls for in a matter of seconds. This was not the first time he had such feelings for a girl. Before this girl, Shankar was cruelly humiliated by his One-hour long Girlfriend at his own home. Chasing his dreams becomes his only obsession when he once again, gets rejected by the girl he met at college.
After a lot of struggles, Shankar finally gets a decent but low-paid job, where he burns the midnight oil to earn some bucks for his family’s survival. But this does not deter him to take actions to realize his dreams. In such a Hard time, Shankar goes through self-help books, biographies of prominent people that later turns out to be very beneficial for the mindset required for obtaining success. Finally, he jumps into the ocean of entrepreneurship, gets everyone spellbound and wins the majestic trophy of “the best entrepreneur of the year”. [mehr]
Stichwörter: most inspiring stories, top fictional short novel, motivational stories, entrepreneurial journey and story, story based on rejections, worth reading books, best revenge ever story, from rag to riches story, financial problem stories, deceit in love story, heartbrake novel short
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Jones M
The Variations
- Liebe
- Englisch
- 127931 Wörter
- Ab 16 Jahren
- 1557
- 6
Kate Marie is a college IT student starting her third year. She expects it to be as uneventful as the first two years, but she is shocked when she finds out the whole class has to do a project that would affect their class performance. She is mostly taken aback when she finds herself doing the same project as Chris, the guy she has been avoiding because of an incident that happened in high school. She is unprepared, and she wonders what her junior year has in store for her.
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"You lied, Kate," Chris suddenly spoke. It shocked her out of her trance as she looked at him.
"W-what?" she said, her voice quivering.
"You said you weren't affected by me. Look at you. You're already feeling me without me telling you where to touch me."
Kate opened her mouth, planning to deny his accusation, but she realized he was right. She had been touching his torso, and it had made her wet with arousal. Humiliation burned her cheeks, giving her the sudden urge to leave.
"Where are you going?" Chris growled, raising his knees up. The action made Kate gasp as she was forced to sit near his crotch. She could feel his shaft hardening beneath his jeans.
"I didn't tell you to leave, now did I?"
"I didn't mean to touch you like that, Chris," her attempt at defending herself sounded weak, even to her.
"Oh? You're still going to deny it?" Chris moved closer, having his torso brush up against her clothed one. The contact did not fail to make her shiver.
"Tell me, Kate. Aren't those your nipples poking through your shirt?"
Kate looked down, gasping when she noticed the pebbled organs.
"Didn't your breath pick up when you touched me?" he continued, staring at her with his heated expression.
"Chris--"
"And if were to reach a hand between your thighs, wouldn't I find you wet and ready for me?"
A sudden silence filled the room. Kate was speechless in front of Chris. Her crotch was pulsing with need, and she did not know how to proceed.
"You want me, Kate," Chris confirmed. "Just as much as I want you." [mehr]
Stichwörter: college, young adult, mature, chris, kate, gwen, emma, ben, alex, humor, contemporary, romance, love, high school, project, story
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: KAKUZO OKAKURA
: THE BOOK OF TEA
- Kurzgeschichte
- Englisch
- 17990 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
kakura Kakuzō (岡倉 覚三?, February 14, 1862 – September 2, 1913) (also known as 岡倉 天心 Okakura Tenshin) was a Japanese scholar who contributed to the development of arts in Japan. Outside of Japan, he is chiefly remembered today as the author of The Book of Tea.[1]Biography[edit]
Born in Yokohama to parents originally from Fukui, Okakura learned English while attending a school operated by Christian missionary, Dr. Curtis Hepburn. At 15, he entered Tokyo Imperial University, where he first met and studied under Harvard-educated professor Ernest Fenollosa. In 1889, Okakura co-founded the periodical Kokka.[2] In 1887[3] he was one of the principal founders of the Tokyo School of Fine Arts (東京美術学校 Tōkyō Bijutsu Gakkō), and a year later became its head, although he was later ousted from the school in an administrative struggle. Later, he also founded the Japan Art Institute with Hashimoto Gahō and Yokoyama Taikan. He was invited by William Sturgis Bigelow to the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston in 1904 and became the first head of the Asian art division in 1910.
Okakura was a high-profile urbanite who had an international sense of self. In the Meiji period he was the first dean of the Tokyo Fine Arts School (later merged with the Tokyo Music School to form the current Tokyo University of the Arts). He wrote all of his main works in English. Okakura researched Japan's traditional art and traveled to Europe, the United States, China and India. He emphasised the importance to the modern world of Asian culture, attempting to bring its influence to realms of art and literature that, in his day, were largely dominated by Western culture.[4]
His book on Asian artistic and cultural history, "The Ideals of the East with special reference to the Art of Japan (1903)", published on the eve of the Russo-Japanese War, is famous for its opening paragraph in which he sees a spiritual unity throughout Asia, which distinguishes it from the West
"Asia is one. The Himalayas divide, only to accentuate, two mighty civilisations, the Chinese with its communism of Confucius, and the Indian with its individualism of the Vedas. But not even the snowy barriers can interrupt for one moment that broad expanse of love for the Ultimate and Universal, which is the common thought-inheritance of every Asiatic race, enabling them to produce all the great religions of the world, and distinguishing them from those maritime peoples of the Mediterranean and the Baltic, who love to dwell on the Particular, and to search out the means, not the end, of life."
In his subsequent book "The Awakening of Japan", published in 1905 (after Japan's success in the Russo-Japanese war) he argued that "the glory of the West is the humiliation of Asia". This was an early expression of Pan-Asianism. In this book Okakura also noted that Japan's rapid modernization was not universally applauded in Asia ″we have become so eager to identify ourselves with European civilization instead of Asiatic that our continenta [mehr]
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Md Jahidul Islam, Robin it
Digital Marketing
Digital Marketing written by Md Jahidul Islam
- Drama
- Englisch
- 3334 Wörter
- Keine Altersempfehlung
- 39
It is ironic that I am living. I am thirsty and the blood in my veins has got thicker; it can hardly crawl to all of me. I am losing control over my body; it is playing dead here and there. Perhaps, my soul is angry at my physical being; my body, and it wishes to leave forthwith. Alas! I must have done pretty badly to gods that they had me sent here; in the family of consciously fear-breathing peasants. They breath little and brisk; for they have forgotten the very idea of abundance. They are afraid that the air might just deplete away. Oh, I reckon! Their souls have been enslaved; chained to self-inflicted humiliation and convinced of being a low cast reptile. Oh God, why have you sent me here; my soul is nobler. I surpass their peasantry, Oh God, you have sent me wrongly! Qasim was cursing everything that he had inherited; the list was not long though. He was a bright young boy, who was smarter than other children of his age. It was 12 years ago when Qasim was pinned down in this damp hut of the poor slum. He had always thought that he had descended into this mire from much nobler heavens. May he had done some wrong that displeased gods, at least it was what Qasim believed. The slum included hundreds of poorly built huts and tents erected with rags and sticks. The fireplaces and stoves put in open near their lowly abodes. It seemed as if the world was inhabited by the people of different times; all at once in manifestation. Each age preserved by eternity for the purpose of record and realization. Though, the slum was notorious in one way, for in it lived the nomads of mountainous terrains. The slum was a century old and it was a legend, that they had their souls were in charge; they would break their bodies but would never bear to be belittled. They were ill known for their arrogance and stubbornness But the time passed, the newer generations grew fond of the ideas of comfort, luxury, and leisure. Sooner, the body manipulated and distracted to the very artifacts that its souls had warned about. The bodily form grew stronger and the arrogance receded. They had become aware of the soft silk, a full stomach, and sweet fragrance. So, they sold in the bits of their soul for chunks of luxury. Their souls seem now rather enchained. The slum was now inflated by the half-blood opportunists; half-blood was from their ancestors. By evening, they will gather and celebrate the holy feast of awakening. They would be baptized by the holy wine, to sedate their moaning souls. This was the epidemic that had struck the entire slum; save one. The one hut that remained was of Mukhtar Khan’s own; the father of Qasim. Mukhtar Khan was a hardworking man who would toil hard to get some bread with butter. He was a strong-headed man who would prefer to pet his soul rather than his body. But he had troubles at home; he could not bear to look at the hungry faces that he was responsible to feed. He carried it along while he went to work and more often had returned with the same burden; with added interest. Qasim, on the other hand, was still wondering why his father was such an arrogant man. He either does not find a job or loses it in a week or two; what a looser he had made of himself. Qasim could notice his neighborhood prospering and that the other children would buy clothes every summer, how lucky of them he would think. Qasim was upset and he would pity his fate and curse those who brought him into this mess. He always believed that his parents deserved it. One day, Mukhtar Khan returned home with the burden of unanswered responsibilities. He had not found any labor for wages, since past three days. The family had been waiting for some food since last night. He looked at the stove, which was desolated and seemed waiting to be lit for ages. Mukhtar Khan entered the hut and sat down in one corner and started weeping. Ghazala, Qasim’s mother, knew what had happened. She went over to her husband and comforted him. She would need to do it often with her empty stomach. She was indeed a strong lady who never complained. No one knew what dreams she had but the look in her eyes could possibly observe the very glare that could be seen over the sea when the sun is shining bright. Qasim, who was watching all this, angrily ran out of the hut. He was sobbing miserably and cursing everything that he knew existed. Back in the hut, Mukhtar Khan had started crying loudly. He complained to gods in between the sobs and said; “How god, how must I stand tall if you drag the very land that I step upon. Forgive me, for I can bear it no more. I am thirsty and my blood is getting thicker, it hardly crawls to all of me. Oh God, help me for I can not resist selling my honor for a loaf of bread and some wine to keep my blood running.” Ghazala was comforting him while a tear or two dropped down his cheeks which she immediately wiped off. She did not wish to add on to the poor man’s plight. Mukhtar Khan after a while of sobbing and crying said; “perhaps, I [mehr]
Stichwörter: Digital Marketing, Digital Marketing written by Md Jahidul Islam
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