My name is Safia Dahir. I'm a twenty-five-year-old woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the town of Hargeysa in the great nation of Somaliland. I've been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2004. I've recently become a citizen of this great, if sometimes xenophobic nation. I recently marr...
Marge's Brother (Chapter 16 of The Whites, Copyright 2006 by IR Inc.) After barely exchanging more than a few words with her neighbors, the Whites, in the first few months after they'd moved in, Jo and Marge White had become fast friends. They went shopping together, swam in each other's pools--Marge often swam in the nude, something the more timid Jo had...
By two o'clock in the afternoon on Christmas Eve, Diana Richards was explaining where they were going to her husband Charles as he and his partner, Tom Seldon, loaded their overnight bags into the trunk of the car. "Your mother is expecting us to arrive around three o'clock. She's hoping we'll stay for dinner and visit with your family before we leave to go...
"Mature black Muslim booty, thy name is Naima," Omar Sultan thought to himself as he watched Naima Ali step out of the apartment building overlooking South Keys Plaza in Ottawa, Ontario. Tall and very voluptuous, with curves that her traditional Islamic clothing couldn't hide, Naima was a fine specimen of African Muslim womanhood. Omar wanted some of that so...
Another tale from my relationship with Andi my first De Facto wife. If you don't like cuckold stories about cheating sluts don't read it. ***** I'd been in a De Facto relationship with Andi for about 15 months or so when an old school friend called me to say he wanted to visit and check out where I was living now. I'd been friends with Reg since we were in...
Since Spring Break Buffy and Angel have been extremely close to one another. They would constantly be making out and then have to stop because Buffy felt that it wasn’t the moment to go further on. Angel had always expected, but it was beginning to be unbearable for him. Though he knew that when the time was right they both would know. He just didn’t want to...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is one of a series of tales told by Martha the ghost. Each one is complete in itself a...
This story is a re-post of one of my first stories. It has been re-edited for punctuation, grammar and other errors. I hope you find it a better "read." When Vinnie didn't show up for work on Thursday morning, Tom phoned his apartment. The phone rang several times before a barely audible voice answered. "Vinnie! Are you all right? Are you sick?" Tom aske...
I had a privileged childhood as the only daughter of the King and Queen of Paril, one of the outposts of Atlantis. My brother, the heir had always been favorite and was already assigned a bride, a Princess of Carman the most militant province on the continent. I, from the age of three had been promised to the Crown Prince of Naips, Carman’s rival for dominan...
It's early morning, the birds are chirping outside my window and the sun is shining through the burnt orange drapes. It creates a golden glow with streams of peach and yellow. My entire bedroom is bathed in this morning glow and it's comforting. I lift my hand to rub the sleep from my eyes and suddenly my attention is drawn to a bright sparkle from a ring on...