We have a light dinner with some wine and talk of the evening ahead, building the anticipation. While you clear the table I prepare the bedroom. Candles, incense, soft music. When you enter you see the restraints hung from the bed frame, the toys laid out nearby. We've already set the rules for the evening; "yellow" means to slow down a bit, "red" means st...
There are two red washcloths on the table. My eyes are drawn to them the moment I walk in the door. My red satin skirt swirls around my ankles, and my hands come to rest over my hips on the matching red satin tunic. My pulse quickens as I meet his baby-blue eyes and ask: “Tonight?” “Yes,” he blurts out, his eagerness almost child-like. My eyes rake over h...
Scene setting: It is a Friday, I have sent the kids to my parents house for the weekend, and Master is walking in the door after work...(kneeling on floor, naked except for my prettiest pink collar) "Sir, how may I make your life happier?" I say, looking into His eyes. I see the hard days work on Master's hands and face. I crave to make Him happy, knowing...
I am a happily married man, and this story starts as I was out walking the dog on a quiet track through the woods on a pleasant summer morning. I heard a noise behind me and looked round to see a horse approaching in the distance. I put my dog on the leash and stepped off the track into the treeline to allow the horse to pass safely. My attention was attra...
Beginner’s Meeting, A Play Scene 1: A church basement. An odd looking assortment of people are sitting on metal folding chairs arranged in a circle. In the corner is a table with coffee and donuts. Characters: Charles: Middle aged man, about 40 dressed in a plaid sweater. He is the group leader. Pete: a.k.a. Pervert Pete, a graying man of about 60 dre...
Twenty years ago we met, and although the timing wasn't right, I knew right then and there that someone special had finally come into my life. My name is Afaf Khan-Birrou and I was born in the City of Dammam, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian father and a Pakistani immigrant mother. My father Omar Alzahrani never took care of my mother Amina Khan and I, and w...
There is no feeling quite like the one I get when I'm drilling my cock into the tight asshole of a big white woman. Which probably explains why I'm virtually addicted to it. Let's face it, the plump chicks in the hood are always acting bitchy because they desperately need some dick, preferably deep down where the sun doesn't shine, and they're not getting it...
It was late October the quiet time between a busy summer and hustle and bustle of the holiday season. Being just that me and the Mrs. Was enjoying I lazy day at home. Then there's a knock at the door, not expecting anyone I assume it's some sort of sales call. I raise to answer it and there's a young man standing before me, his out reached hand contains an...
My birth name is Bethany Parker, but I recently changed it to Anisah Amal to Anwar reflect a change in my identity. I am an English-born Caucasian woman and a former atheist and former feminist who converted to Islam. It shocked a lot of my friends and family members, especially since for many years I raged against the very idea of organized religion. Now I...
Hey—I am not a saint, but if a woman had sex with me, I would keep my mouth shut for many reasons: from pragmatic and selfish such as not to tarnish my reputation and not to spread rumors about myself, or because if I talk I would possibly get divorced, or because if I talk she would not continue to have sex with me; to religious reasons such that a person s...