"Old man, you must curse me even in death, I don't care what you think, it's my life," Razane Al-Bilali said angrily, and the young woman clicked off the telephone, and closed her eyes, hard. Sitting on a quiet corner of the third-floor stairwell inside the Carleton University library, Razane bravely fought the tears that were coming, and found that she simp...
Trust The screen was a mass of jumbled pixels - but then the camera pulled out to reveal an eye, a human eye. It was blue-grey and surrounded by a tiny border of pale skin before there was black. The camera eased back a little more and that mystery was explained. The person was wearing a black leather hood with holes cut for the eyes and mouth of the wearer...
Although these are written and can be read as separate entries, it may make more sense, if you read the beginning entries as well. * The next couple of days with the conference were uneventful, but I would have to call it a time of recovery for me, because that time with April was intense. I knew I would get more business at some point, but I didn't expe...
As I say my morning prayers, I thank Allah, the one true God, for sending a veritable angel on my path. I'm talking about Stefano Saint-Mathieu, of course. The young Haitian man I met at the university campus where I work as a cleaner. We ride the bus together and have for months but I never even noticed him until that fateful day. Now we're friends...and mo...
This story is a continuation from "Salma's sexual evolution". * The effect Nitin left on Salma was indeed deep and had a profound influence on her sexuality. The cloud of demureness; eventually subsided. The traces of guilt left after the eventful episode; soon disappeared. Her mind became clear but temptation remained whenever she saw Nitin, and in spite...
I no longer feel guilt for the things I do. Only God can judge me, since my fellow Muslims are all hypocrites anyways. Oh, plenty of Christians and Jews are hypocritical as well but Muslims pretend like no one else can. Here's a few examples. Brother Hassan, the Imam of my favorite Masjid, is a wise old Cleric from Somaliland. The dude is secretly into men a...
It is the night of the high moon, and I make my way out to the stone table. I am of royal blood, but this ritual is an ancient one and it must be fulfilled. Clothed only in a linen tunic, I step barefoot from the cold stone of the castle and into the lush green grasses. It is a warm night and a light breeze moves. I know the high moon hides nothing, and my s...
For Sister Beth the morning started like any other. Wake up, say the prayers, change clothes, drink her delicious orange juice and then go for the main breakfast. Well, maybe the day wasn't so normal, after all. The Sister woke up and felt her newly acquired member hard, with raging morning wood. When she knelt to pray she remembered last night, the image o...
Author's Note This is a work of fiction, all characters are above the age of 18. Special thanks to XiraeK for help with editing. This chapter starts where the last chapter ends - with Rick (was Tom - it's complicated) drying in the sun after an interlude on the rooftop pool deck with his neighbor Aisha. Enjoy! - Hank "I'd hate to have to sequester you...
A few weeks had passed since the awkward sexual encounter with my mom, and there had not been any mention of what took place. It was as if it never happened. Overall, things were pretty calm around the house. My mom was busy with work, and my sister, Vicky, was on a trip with some friends. It gave me some time to relax as there weren't a ton of chores, and I...