Chapter 2: A new beginning Two weeks have passed and Amy is finally feeling a little less anxious around the house, and around Mike. Since moving in, Amy has felt uncomfortable about her and Rob staying with Mike for free. Rob doesn't seem worried about the future at all. This is clear to Amy as she looks over at him. Rob is watching TV, completely lost i...
This story is about consenting adults but does include messages of cheating, coercion, reluctance, cuckoldry and interracial sex. If these things aren't your cup of tea feel free to pass. No need to complain in the comments, those call outs will not be read. Writing is something I do as a hobby and not a career and my goal is to make it as such, there will b...
"As Salaam Alaikum, sisters, I come here to give you a warning, you see, in the Islamic world, the rampant racism and sexism are both hidden and in-your-face, there is a lot of hatred for darker-skinned people, especially Black Africans, across the Arab world and beyond, many women are pressured into marriage to men they do not like, and they face reprisals...
Three days later... Salina dropped her bags at the door as soon as she entered. It was a grueling day at the hospital and even her bones hurt. Also, she felt nauseated all day long. She had invited Mitch to dinner but he was so exhausted also that he declined. "Hi Mario," she greeted trying to infuse some life in her tone. "Salina?" Mario noticed how wa...
Chapter 8—Moved back! This is the continuing story of my sexual adventures with an older Japanese ballerina. I would recommend that you start from the beginning of how I meet M Chan in Chapter 1 and how she's opened my life up to some of the craziest, wildest, and best sex I have ever had. ***** I recently returned to live in Japan again after working a...
Darnell told me that I was welcome back at his place anytime, but as badly as I wanted to drop by, I wasn't ready yet. He'd given me the single best night of my life, and I desperately wanted to return the favor. I was still new to dealing with anything of his calibre though. My husband, despite whatever attempts he'd made with that little pink thing of his,...
Cam was driving, swerving in and out of traffic expertly, I could tell he was as eager to get to the hotel as I was. Lindsay and I were sitting in the back with Tyrell, each of us on either side of him. He had his muscular arms around both of us, but Lindsay still seemed unsure of all of this. Her eyes kept trailing down to his bulge though. No sooner had I...
It was a frosty day in late November, and a storm was brewing on Chariot Street, where, more than three decades ago, the Russian government purchased land to build its state-of-the-art Diplomatic Mission. Normally, Chariot Street was quiet, but on that fateful day, dozens of men and women gathered before the Russian Diplomatic Mission to protest the actions...
The life of a widow is never easy, whether she's poor, wealthy, or somewhere in between. Such has been the fate of such women since the dawn of time. Montreal-Nord resident Milana Amagov knows this better than most. After her husband Aslan Amagov died a year and a half ago, life has been pure hell for the forty-nine-year-old Chechen Muslim woman. Loneliness...
I'm not usually a fan of being dragged along on my husband's business trips. The company tends to send him to the most boring parts of the most boring cities in the world, and I end up sitting in a boring hotel being bored. Boringly. Atlanta though... Atlanta isn't boring. Nothing about it is boring. I didn't see that at first though. When we first arrived,...