My name is Ceren Armaghan, and I'm a young Turkish woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm an international student at Carleton University right here in the Capital. Whenever I tell people that I come from Turkey, they always assume that I am Muslim. Nothing wrong with being a Muslim, of course, but not everybody in Turkey is Muslim. The...
Wednesday morning she was on and I thought I would try another tact. After greetings I asked if she liked sports. She told me some but liked games better. We sometimes called sports "games" so I was a bit confused so I asked "what games?" She told me Kiss-chase was her favourite when she was at junior school. I told her my nan and one of my older aunts told...
I show up in high-waisted jeans and a cropped white blouse with a plunging neckline, an outfit designed to capitalize on my big, curvy body. She's already found us a place to sit, and she's bought coffees. When I get to the table, she gets up and gives me a hug. She looks hot. Zipper boots, high-waisted slacks that look painted onto her thickish legs, and...
I had always been attracted to my roommate's girlfriend, from the moment I saw her, the moment I saw Adriana, I knew I was a goner. Her medium length light brown hair, curled yet straight at the same time. Her piercing emerald eyes, that reminded me of the rainforest whenever I looked into them. Her cheeky smile that was at times like a mischievous child and...
Sometimes things start with a look or a glance. An unexpected meeting. Something gone astray. Other times it's just the routines of life. In any event, my first lesbian relationship was during one of those routine life experiences. I was a tennis player in college. Not great but not horrible either. I had a powerful serve and because I'm left handed and cou...
This short story is a follow on from Krissy's Holiday in the Far East, so read that first if you want the full picture. It is always intriguing what happens after a brief fling, though we so rarely get to find out. I thought a juicy follow up was well deserved. A couple of months after Krissy's return from Bangkok, a letter arrived for her. This was a rarit...
Hijabi, that's what the world calls women like myself. We who wear the hijab as a sign of feminine piety and chastity in accordance to the rules of Islam. Yet so often, people pay more attention to what's on my head than they do about what's in it. My name is Halima Abdullah, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, provinc...
Purely by coincidence, Professor Amanda Bell met one of her Literature students on the mat during a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class for beginners. During the past 10 years, she taught students in a university setting; now she was actually about to grapple with one. Her usual academic attire was typically a dowdy skirt and blouse combination. Now she was currently...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Preface - I greatly prefer writing about the buildup of sexual tension, the exploration of curiosity and flirtation, to the point where any eventual sex becomes almost anticlimactic. If you feel the same, you may enjoy these chapters. If quick graphic hard-core sex is your 'thing,...
It's been too long, I thought to myself as I walked down the path to the soccer field. All throughout high school and most of college, I was on the field every time that there was a game. I loved the sport. I always thought that I was good enough to make a career out of it. Unfortunately, the broken leg and torn tendon that I received in my junior year put t...