Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
Thank you for your comments and suggestions. I used one in this story that people have been asking for. I'm not sure if it works, but I hope you like it. -Emri -+-{Lincoln's Pride}-+- -'[Part 13]'- "You are so horny, my love. Bilaal did not take care of your needs?" Samir asked as I rubbed against him. The morning light was coming through the windows a...
It's funny how an inflatable woman can be the only tool needed to help me seduce a straight roommate at college. While at university, I shared a flat with three other guys. The oldest of these was the son of a wealthy Middle Eastern businessman. His name was Safwan which he told me meant "rock, solid." It was a constant joke as he usually was both of those...
Last thing. And always the chore Tyler hated the worst - getting his tux tie worked right. It wasn't helping that he was crouched over the galley counter in the Lucky Card's cramped main cabin or that his hands were trembling from the risk he was taking. He had to get himself into this monkey suit quietly because he didn't want to wake Axel, in the other cab...
"Although time may take us into different places I will still be patient with you I hope you know... I won't let go..." ***** I shifted away from Amir's protective arm around me. I couldn't raise my head to look his parents in the eyes. They had found us napping together, naked and covered in each other's cum. I wondered which one walked in first, and d...
The receptionist, a handsome Arab, had given Marco the one over, but Marco hadn't seemed to notice. Or maybe he did, or maybe he had already been there once and fucked the hell out of the Arab. Anything seemed probable with this guy. I got my key, and we found my hotel room. Our hotel room. Hell, what was happening? How had it come to this, that all of the s...
"Lincoln, are you listening?" Khalid squeezed my shoulder, but I didn't turn back towards him. "Debate class, Arabic, Stay behind you! got it," I mumbled and Khalid said something else. It was there, across the courtyard where we were eating lunch on a rare not-killer-heat day. Behind a wall of glass windows I watched him twist and stretch into impossible...
Author's Note: People asked for an Emi and Ali update so here it is. If you've followed the new series, Kasper's Den (with Ali and Amir all grown up), this is the story of how the twins came to be. For more information, check out the website that details all of my series. The link is in my bio page. +++ +-{Emerson & the Lion}-+ +-{Chapter 12}-+ "Emi, d...