Inspired by a true story. * It was an unusually mild winter in Philadelphia. The December air was a warm 60 degrees and the sun was shining. My girlfriend Emily and I had been planning our short day trip to central Pennsylvania for a couple weeks, hoping to see the Christmas Village and spend a nice night in a small town. The warm air didn't feel very Chr...
Author's note: 'Laurie's Milk' is written linearly, and continually references previous chapters in character thought and dialogue. This happens in Chapter 4 especially, as the plot is heavily influenced by the events in the previous chapter between Laurie and Danny, having occurred two weeks before Danny meets Laurie in the coffee shop below. It isn't neces...
My name is Ibrahim Al-Mahdi. I am a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic guy with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and dark eyes. I was born in the City of Khitan in Kuwait, one of the wealthiest Arab countries out there. My family has been living in the region of Ontario, Canada, since the 1980s. I consider the City of Ottawa my home. Even though I was raise...
Yes I know, short chapters take me forever to write and this long one took me less than a month. Well, I've also had most of this chapter planned in my head for the past year so writing it was somewhat easy. Oh the joys of being autistic and having the time during my job just tweek the little details in my head for many, many months. Anyway, welcome to the t...
"The food tastes great, Ms. D." "Thanks! I'm glad you like it." Sarah eyed Jennifer up and down, trying to find out which part of Jennifer's body outshined hers. Jennifer's boobs were smaller than hers, her figure slimmer, ass flatter. Jennifer was even less experienced in bed. What the hell was it then? "So Sean tells me you guys went on a date." Jenni...
Slowing down off the exit ramp, Seth asks me for directions to my apartment building. I stiffen and my eyes drop to my lap. "You're dropping me off at home?" "No, kitten." Sean's fingers tilt my chin up to look at him. His eyes only leave the road to meet mine for a moment, but the intensity of that brief gaze communicates volumes. "Your home is with me now...
"The Most High doesn't send us where we want to be but where we need to be," said Imam Samir, leader of the Ottawa Grand Mosque, speaking to a wayward member of his flock. The supplicant in question happens to be Naima Al-Fujaira, a disgraced former member of the Emirati Royal Family, now fallen on hard times. The young Emirati Muslim woman did not seem plea...
The winter holiday theme has given me the chance and motivation to recall a Christmas experience which had a big effect on my life and relationship at the time. I'm writing this from memory and will fill in as much detail as possible so that my readers get as true a taste of events as I can possibly relate. The story's quite long, but it's genuine and I hope...
I woke in the morning feeling fresh despite drinking so much the night before. I was also feeling horny. I looked at the clock beside the bed and realised there wouldn't be time to relieve my horniness before I had to leave. My movements woke Tony and he drew me to him as he said, "Good morning sexy." "Good morning," I replied. He held me in his arms as h...
Ah, minivans. Most of the time they're a pain in the ass. They're really not cool to have to drive, usually in the way in traffic, cutting you off or almost running you over in the supermarket parking lots and other than the grandparents and mom's that drive them, are hated by most. Me? I used to be one of those haters but now, they're a window into a secret...