The next few weeks passed quickly for Cazi. She was back at her home with her lifelong friend. Gradually Amina relaxed completely around Cazi. Although she never mentioned it, she knew when Cazi had gone out to feed and Cazi could sense that she disapproved. Whenever she brought it up, Amina changed the subject as fast as she could. Cazi eventually stopped t...
The three friends enjoyed a final glimpse of Boma when they crested a hill. Zhura could just see thatched roofs and lazy trails of smoke through the trees. Boma was the only home she knew. For all of her life she'd been protected from demons and men that might do her harm. Now her only wards were the flimsy bracelet around her wrist, and the courage of her...
1746 B.C.: Akehar stood in the sacred chamber, watching Susuk, one of his fellow priests, as the older man perused the Book of Amun. It was just one of the ancient relics that Enkartep had brought to this chamber years ago. Around Akehar and his fellow priests were those other relics. There was the Sword of Set, which Set had used to murder his brother Os...
"Tariq, I am your death come walking, there's nothing you can do to save yourself from me," Khadija Singh said, a wicked smile on her face. I looked at the tall, curvy and leather-clad South Asian beauty I'd loved so much, once upon a time, and cursed myself for turning her into the monster she's become. The hatred I saw in Khadija's lovely eyes shocked me.....
"The gruesome ghoul, the grisly ghoul, without the slightest noise,Waits patiently beside the school, to feast on girls and boys..." -"The Ghoul," Jack Prelutsky *** The first time the Night People came for Amina she was six years old, and it was Valentine's Day, and also her birthday. She stayed up late that night with a flashlight, looking at the Valen...
Amina Muhammad, a pious Muslim woman hailing from the beautiful nation of Somaliland but now residing in Vanier, Ontario, knelt before Dale Schuman, a short and skinny Jewish-Canadian businessman. Eagerly she sucked his long and thick white cock. Smiling in pleasure, Dale ran his hands all over Amina Muhammad's stylish hijab as her head bobbed up and down wh...
Waking up after a good night's sleep is one of life's simple pleasures, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Tyrone Ferguson, and I'm a young black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born and raised in the environs of Buffalo, New York, and have been living in Canada's capital region for a few months now. I transferred to Carleton University from B...
Zhura feinted, pretending a thrust with her staff, and then blocked Kajimani's swing. She crouched under the block, reversing her staff smoothly over the shoulder to counter with her own swing. Kaj skipped back. Zhura advanced, jabbing again. Menga the ironsmith had taught her the short staff, training her since childhood alongside his sons. The staff was a...
Zhura moaned softly as Amina kneaded her sore calf muscles. She, in turn, massaged palm oil into Kaj's thigh, digging her fingers into and around thick sinews. The oil was scented, with a woody, sweet aroma that helped to relax her after a day on the trail. She kept an eye on her friend's flaccid cock, lying on his other leg. Kaj had already climaxed twice...
The way Jayson "Jay" Bright figured it, a man only lives once, and what's the use of having money to spend and time to kill if one doesn't take advantage of such things? After all, coming to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, hadn't been Jayson's idea. His old man, George Bright, founder of the Bright Lights civil engineering firm, wanted Jayson to go out and expl...