I am Sally. Where do I begin? This is an account of 6 months of my life which I can never tell the truth about. It happened 18 months ago and started with me reading an advert in a national newspaper looking for English teachers to work in Bahrain. Having been a teacher in the UK for 20 years I had got stalled off with the job and desperately wanted to do so...
According to a strict Saudi Arabian law on racial and cultural relations, no Saudi woman is permitted to marry a man from outside the Arab States of the Gulf, which include Bahrain, Oman, Kuwait, Qatar or the United Arab Emirates. The realms of the Arab monarchs. Of course, by the same edict, Saudi men may marry women from whatever country or culture they so...
This story is a continuation of Anytime I Hear That Song but can stand alone. If you want to get more back story I suggest reading that story first. There isn't a lot of sex in this one if that's what you're looking for read the first one. It may be a little long but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always, any and all comments are welcome. * I woke up screa...
My name is Mustafa Mahmoud. A young Black man of Somalian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the region of Mount Shimbiris in the great nation of Somaliland. The first day of February 1987. My family moved to the Canadian region of Ontario, three years later. My father Hassan Mahmoud is a Manager with OC Transpo, the Tra...
You would call me an Arab Prince. I am in my thirties and am very much for real. What I write here is true but I must shelter a little so that my stories cannot be traced back to me. I stand just over five foot ten, weigh one hundred and seventy-five pounds and am clean shaven. I have been told I look a little like Omar Shariff, but I do not believe that to...
The War in Heaven continues to rage. Neither side could claim victory, for how can you completely destroy your opponent when you're both Immortal? For reasons such as these, the Angels came down from Heaven and turned the planet Earth into their battlefield. For, you see, on Earth, everything dies. Here, even Angels can die. It's not easy to kill them, but d...
Sheik Omar had been taking good care of the golden haired girl he had found in the desert alongside the crashed airplane. He kept feeding her small sips of water and was surprisingly delighted to notice that during the night she had been peeing all over his best robe he had dressed her in. Because at least that meant her kidneys worked again. So he had remov...
The day started decent enough, I guess. It's amazing how quickly things can get messed up, seriously. Just in case you're wondering who this is, the name is Omar Saint-Vincent. I was born on the island of Grenada and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Been living in Canada for twenty four of my twenty five years. These days I live in the City of Ottawa,...
Lucy had the cab pull up to the curb of the post office; she had all her mail delivered here instead of at her home. She told him to wait while she exited and slowly walked up to steps and into the main lobby. Most of the male employees knew her and smiled; always eager to see her body. Today was no exception; she wore a curve fitting sheer silk dress that e...
Susan opened her wardrobe and eyed the dresses hanging inside. She rifled through them, wondering what she should wear for tonight. Her mind went back to the conversation with Tom a week ago. "The investors are coming in next week." Tom had said. "It's gonna be the final round of discussions. They want to use our AI and Augmented Reality system for their pl...