As Naida was blossoming into womanhood, tales of her beauty began to circulate in the nearby villages. Many claimed that she had the gift of Second Sight. Her mother had died in childbirth, so Naida was raised in the forest with her father, the local healer. From him, she learned the secrets of the herbs of the countryside, which she would gather for her father’s potions. He also taught her the mystic arts which had been passed down from father to son for generations. Without a male heir, he called her Niko, as it was the custom in that land to give the only child a boy’s name. Continue reading
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No More Mister Nice Guy
Try as I might, I never made my wife happy. So I made it my task to learn how to please a woman. I then was able to please a dozen women, although it never made me happy. So I became an itinerant horse trader. ~ Mullah Nasruddin I was … Continue reading
My Eyes Are Brown
Catherine walked into the room. Several heads turned, some surreptitiously, others more openly. She was elegant, confident, and impeccably dressed. The gaze energized her and she expected it. When our eyes locked, I approached. After several minutes of pleasantries and exchanging business cards, we each continued to “work the room”. … Continue reading
There are no Ugly Women
I recall an conversation with a friend of mine several years ago. He was married to a Brazilian woman and ran a dating service hooking up Anglo men with Brazilian women. He explained that Brazilian women were special, and, no matter what she looked like, she comported herself as if … Continue reading
Hello world!
Welcome to the New Decameron. Just some vignettes to count time during the Covid lockdown, wherever you are.