Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
Mrs. Rosselli could roll a meatball and grind out pasta like no one else. And her sauce was always on the stovetop simmering in one pot or another. She was a woman from the old country and she believed in three things: The Pope, her family and good Italian food. She was 50 years old and a widow for three years before her children finally convinced her to h...
THIS IS ONLY A TEST "No kissing," he emphatically stated, as much as a drunk could emphatically state anything. "No kissing. Right." I repeated, ensuring him I understood his instructions. "No s— spanking," he slurred, a spray of spit fountained from his mouth, narrowly missing my face. Glancing about the well-stocked tool shed, I couldn't help but take...
Britney Foxx ducked into William Beatty's classroom as he was grading papers. To his surprise he found her hands palmed over his eyes and her busty chest smothering his neck line. "Guess who?" "Dolly Parton." He huffs sitting back to enjoy her pillows of comfort. "No silly. It's me Britney." "Aw yes. I recognize the playfulness now. To what do I owe this...
Judith flailed wildly as she was dragged further and further down into the choking blackness. It was like being enveloped in tar - thick, hot, and putrid. She didn't dare to open her mouth for fear that the inky darkness would rush into her throat and cut off her ability to breathe. Celerity slashed back and forth, yet seemed to do nothing to the cloying voi...
This uses the character of Dean Winchester from the Supernatural TV series, and makes passing reference to his brother Sam. I do not own these characters (damn, but I wish I did!) * Quietly sipping her third wine, she wondered where the hell Toni had gotten to. They were supposed to meet here an hour ago, have a couple of drinks and then head out to some n...
My Wife’s Night Class Ch. 5: Arranging a Photo Shoot I called in sick Thursday because I felt like spending a leisurely morning with my wife, who had put on such a good sex show for me with her classmate John the night before. Also, there were some stirrings of jealousy I needed to deal with. After getting massaged and briefly fingerfucked by the ridiculous...
My name is James and I’m a 35 year old Art Buyer from Manhattan, NY. Currently I’m single and have to travel a lot out of town on business for the company I work for. It was on one such trip out of town that I experienced a wonderful threesome with two lovely women named Allison and Rachel. I was in Kansas City, Missouri on a rather tiresome art-buying od...
8/25/2013@Published ! The Omnipotence or the Antifascist of the greedy and taking advantage of others whom are less fortunate. A mental state & sense of self-justification of acquired unscrupulous abnormal acquisitions, coupled with self-righteous entitlement objectives of grandiose predilections of impaired objectification's. A constant cognitive state...
In the quiet of the still summer night, the steady drone of the crickets was the only thing that marked the passage of time. He sat their. He sat their waiting for the woman who had stolen his heart. He sat their for his love, his world, his little girl who had filled his nights with unbridled passions and his days lecherous delights. He sat their and wait...