The melody was the gentle twanging of oud and qanun and the whistling drone of the nay, rising above the babble of voices that filled the katra. Serving women in bell-bedecked layered skirts and vests moved through the laughing, singing crowd bearing steaming dallahs of coffee and karak chai, and sweetened tamar and laban, and fortified wines. Here and there...
After a long weekend of work in the freezing snow, Amy's body had begun to rebel. When she crawled out of bed on the cold Monday morning, she was not surprised to discover that her muscles ached, her joints were stiff, and her head was throbbing. At her husband's urging Amy called the local spa to see if any of her regular masseuses had an opening that day....
Chapter 2 - Fuck My Tits Roxy slept well that night. She wasn't even sure how she had gotten home. But then she rolled over and looked at the bedside lamp. Her stomach did a somersault - it wasn't hers. Fuck, what had she done? She rolled the other way and felt a pang of relief when she found the bed empty of any other parties. Or maybe it was regret that...
Alexandra was too young for Daniel. Not in the chronological sense, as the years between the two were scant, but in the psychological. Daniel, the rather involved teaching assistant and dedicated graduate student, had troubles in the past in his two gap years before graduate school with keeping business and pleasure separate. In his time as a server, he read...
It's a gloomy, rainy day. I get in my car, turn on my favorite cd and get on the road. You are said you want me, but you will have to wait. Toll booth. My mind drifts as I drive. My hand wanders to my crotch, which unsurprisingly, is already wet. I haven't been dry since I met you four weeks ago. Toll booth. I'm almost there. My mind is racing though...
This story is a new venture for me, far less graphic and explicit, and much more about emotion and an off-beat romance. There is still a bit of fetish in there because that's my thing, but I wanted to try and get across an empowering sexuality borne out of an unconventional equality. Hope it works, let me know your thoughts? ***** A Passion for Triathlon...
I am sleeping peacefully in the quiet of my hotel room, when I awake ever so slightly to my heart racing. You just walked through the door and it is as if my body can sense you being there, react to your presence, even in my sleep. With my eyes still closed, I feel your lips brush my forehead, then my cheek. As I pull my eyes open, I smile, happy to see you...
"We must do something to help our brothers and sisters at this school, there's a lot of discrimination around here," Malika Diallo said thoughtfully, and Stephen Salomon nodded sagely, even though he was preoccupied by the many things on his mind. His heavy class schedule and his bills and his job, among other things. This was his final semester at Carleton...
Author's Note: Fair warning, this and the next chapter are not sexy. At all. Shattered -- The sun was already setting over the Imperial city, the tall stone towers and encircling walls causing the darkness to set in earlier than outside. Sigismund and Silvia were continuing their search through the city, but as of yet finding nothing of importance. T...
I knocked on the door again. "Steven?" I called out to an apparently empty apartment. I couldn't help but pout. Here I was with surprise churros and my boyfriend was nowhere to be found. I tapped my foot and huffed. I didn't want to just leave them on the doorknob for him. What if someone took my delicious gift? I grasped the knob, turned it, and, surprising...