My wife had accidentally found panties in my travel bag. Even though she was not trying to discover anything hidden in my bags, the deed was done. I explained the beginning of my panty fetish. (Chapter 1). What she objected to was my keeping part of my sexual preferences a secret. The trouble came from trust issues. After a trip out of town and us finally be...
Dr. Ruqayyah Hafiz, born in the City of Al Wakrah, Qatar, moved to the Capital region of Canada at the age of nineteen in the summer of 1998. She studied Psychology at the University of Ottawa, eventually becoming a renowned psychiatrist and best-selling author. In her practice, Dr. Hafiz treated a lot of Muslims, seeking to reconcile good mental health with...
Tahir was worried now. He had been searching almost all day. Still he had searched until he had run out of options. Thinking for only a minute he reached out and found Helena. Pulling, she was suddenly there next to him. Screaming at him, she tried to desperately escape screaming that she had to save her daughters. Intrigued, Tahir, listened as she explaine...
Here is part four in this series and though it does NOT rush along to the sex very quickly, I hope you'll find it satisfying. I woke up a bit late, which is kind of early for me and rushed out the door. You would have thought the first day back to school would have been a bigger deal for a senior like me, but I'd been distracted. Mrs. Dixon kept popping i...
"Oh, fucking God, this meal is outstanding, Mrs. Lewis!" Jeff exclaimed as he dug into the bangers and mash, an English specialty that he fell in love with in a hurry. "Well, I'm Rhodesian, which is basically transplanted British, darling. I'm very pleased that you enjoy my cooking, love," Carolyn smiled at him, "but do call me 'Mum,' will you? Especially...
I was back in Montreal for Christmas. As I drove around the city I couldn't help but enjoy old memories. Maybe because of the season, one memory from a Christmas past stood out. Swinging a little out of my way I drove past the old grey stone building where a long-time friend and I were once roommates. Her name was Sheri and we'd known each other since we wer...
Club Inzest 3: Stripper Daughter by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 I consider myself very lucky. Despite the setbacks of my earlier life, I have a lot of love in my life. My wife is my best friend and my soulmate, gender doesn't figure into it. We share a bed, we share our bodies and we share our minds and hearts. When Debra and I found each o...
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Alex and Anna lay on the bed, on their stomachs, reading the local newspaper; each held the upturned corner of a page as they scanned it for anything of interest. Their legs rubbed against each other as they read the "interesting neighbourhood news". "Boring! There's nothing at all that's even vaguely interesting." Alex said as she languidly let the page dr...
I think that I t would be fair to say that I was what was at one time known as a "juvenile delinquent". Since leaving school without any qualifications I had gone more than three years without doing any kind of job. In my defence I would argue that I had not really had any opportunities. The only jobs on offer to an unqualified twenty year old were of the me...